
Two months later.
"Mas, Azkia's body feels warm. Though I have given fever-lowering drugs, but the temperature is still not back to normal" said Arini with an anxious face.
Dodi approaches Arini who is now sitting on the bed fumbling around Azkia, the baby girl they once found on the front porch of the house. Now the tiny baby is legal to be the adopted child of Dodi and Arini.
Dodi sat on the edge of the bed then felt the little baby's forehead and body. Yes, what Arini said was true, Azkia's body did feel warm. However, Dodi was not too worried because at that time his body temperature was not too high.
"It's okay, honey. At the very least his body temperature will definitely return to normal," replied Dodi. He got up from his position and then returned to tidying up the work shirt he was wearing.
"really?" Arini seemed hesitant, but she did not want to dispute her husband's remarks.
"Yes, of course, honey. You don't have to worry about it too much. Azkia will definitely be fine" Dodi said again.
After finishing his clothes, Dodi came back to Arini who was still sitting next to Azkia's body with an anxious face. I don't know why Arini really feels uncomfortable. He felt a bad feeling to Azkia who usually always blabber, but at this time he was silent and kept his eyes closed.
"We'd better have breakfast, honey. If you continue like this, there will be even you who fall ill," persuaded Dodi while stroking the top of Arini's head.
"Ehm .. I'd better have breakfast. I'll catch up later" replied Arini as he grabbed Dodi's hand which was still at the top of his head. He kissed the hand while trying to singleness a smile that looks very sweet.
"All right then. Sorry, Mas go first. You're afraid it's too late" said Dodi again.
After saying that, Dodi rushed out of his room and then immediately went to the kitchen, where the dining table was in the room.
Upon arrival at the dinner table, it turned out that Ms. Nining was already in the room and was preparing to start her breakfast. Dodi grabbed a chair and sat there. Directly opposite to Bu Nining.
"Where's Arini?" asked Bu Nining with a flat face while filling her plate with fried rice and fried chicken that was already available on the table.
"Arini in the room, looking after Azkia who is not healthy," said Dodi. Dodi glanced at Bi Surti who was still cool in the room, cleaning and tidying up the cooking utensils he had used before.
"Well, Den," said Bi Surti.
Bu Nining flicked her lips while glancing at Bi Surti. The middle-aged woman also glared her eyes when she looked at Bi Surti. Bi Surti knew what Bu Nining meant like that. He was sure that Bu Nining did not want him to do what Dodi had ordered.
"What pain does the child actually have?" ma'am Nining asked Dodi who was chewing her food.
"Fever, Mom. But it still seems safe, anyway. That's why I'm not too worried about him" replied Dodi.
Bu Nining rolled his eyeballs. "It's like you don't know Arini! Arini is lebai. Do you know what, Dod? As long as you adopt that baby, your wife is a slacker now. He always spent his time on that boy. He also never helped Bi Surti's work again" muttered Bu Nining.
"Mom, stop. Don't argue about it anymore. My job today is enough to make my head mumble, so please don't make me mumble more and more with the problems in this house" said Dodi who was getting upset.
Bu Nining let out a resentful breath. He really did not like it when Dodi began to dare to answer it like that. He resumed his breakfast, and so did Dodi. After a while, Dodi finished his breakfast.
"I'm done." Dodi put the fork and spoon back on an empty plate. He got up from his seat and approached Bu Nining to say goodbye to the woman.
"I'm leaving first, Mom."
"Yes, be careful on the road" said Bu Nining.
After Dodi left, Ms. Nining immediately finished her breakfast. "Oh yes, Surti. You do not have to bother delivering breakfast for Arini. Let him take it himself, if he doesn't take it, let him starve, who told him to be a spoiled woman!"
Bi Surti nodded his head slowly and inevitably, Bi Surti was forced to obey Bu Nining's orders.
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