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25_Gift From Witri

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 My little family is my happiness

               Bayu Laksmanas

In the afternoon, after struggling with several motorcycles in the workshop, Bayu came home with a slightly tight motor to get home faster. Bayu was hungry because he did not have lunch. Today his workshop was very crowded, and he was grateful to be able to bring more money for his wife.

However, he also realized the money he brought could not meet daily needs. What's more now his wife is already pregnant, it can certainly require more money. Sometimes he also wants to make his wife happy, what power he has not been able to do that.

“Hopefully a little can add savings to the cost of the loan,” Inner Bayu. The corner of his lips was pulled upwards because the 300 thousand rupiah money he had pocketed. Results from his work for three days.

"Assalamualaikum, Deck.” Bayu knocked on the door. There was no answer, Bayu pushed the door a little and sure enough it was open. “Loh, really, not locked the door? Very careless,” grumbled Bayu.

Arriving inside the house, he was fixated with so much baby equipment. Inner wonders. Is Aisyah already shopping for her child's needs, but with this much stuff is definitely not a little money to buy it. Bayu frowned with a confused face.

Bayu rushed into the room and the door was not locked. He also found that Aisyah was asleep. Not wanting to disturb, Bayu just fell silent looking at his wife who was deep.

Satisfied looking at his wife's face, Bayu picked up a towel and rushed to the bathroom. Sultry and sticky and the smell of oil is attached to his body and clothes. After Bayu finished bathing, Aisyah looks still at home curled up on the foam mattress, "My wife looks tired,” Inner Bayu.

Bayu walked to the living room with the intention of entering the items that were still lying there to be taken to the living room. Bayu moved the items one by one carefully so that nothing was damaged. Later he would ask this much stuff where it came from. After finishing with his activities, Bayu also passed to the living room.

Bayu turned on the television, hoping for an interesting show. However, after pressing button after button there was not a single event that attracted his heart. Finally he intended to lie down beside Aisha. However, before the intention was carried out his wife had first woken up.

"Mas Bayu, are you home? It's been a while, huh? Sorry, Iced overslept. Aish's body feels very tired, Mas,” he explained while tying his black hair. After tying his hair he kissed the back of his beloved husband's hand.

"Already from earlier. Less than fifteen minutes. I came and it turned out that you were asleep." Bayu looked at the slightly cubby woman's face on her cheeks. Bayu became more and more gemes want to pinch it.

"Mas, want to eat right away?" ask Aisyah.

"Yes, Deck. I am really hungry, here.” Bayu rushed out of the room and walked towards the small dining table.

"Aish prepare first, yes.” Aish rushed to the kitchen.

Arranged vegetables mustard white, fried tofu, and fish pindang salem on the table. And do not miss the tomato sauce that became the favorite of the beloved husband.

"Come, Mas!” take Aisyah while sitting down and spoon the rice into the dish of washing soap gift.

"This is enough, Mas?” Ais asked and Bayu nodded slowly in response.

"A little bit, Dek. Later it will be easy if less can add," Bayu reply with sweetness.

A delicious and blessed evening meal. Simple side dishes cooked with love become a beautiful story in the twilight.

Time has shown seven o'clock at night. Bayu and Aisyah were unpacking the package that Witri had given her this afternoon. With enthusiasm Aisyah told Bayu, if Mbak Witri who bought it all.

"Yes Mas, this is all a gift from Mbak Witri for the grandpa," he said, rubbing his distended stomach and smiling as sweet as possible. It was clearly a happy hue on the face of that beautiful woman. The sweet black man had not had time to ask, but the wife had told him in advance where all these baby supplies were coming from.

Open one by one whatever items he received earlier. Starting from clothes, diapers, octopus, powder, telon oil, and many more. Aisyah was so enthusiastic about telling stories and explaining all the uses of these tools and items.

Bayu could only see and listen to what his wife said without interrupting in the slightest. In his little heart he was sad and angry at himself. He realized that he had not been able to make Aisyah Khumairah the woman of his heart choice. The woman who always accepts it as it is.He will try his best to be able to make his child and wife happy and no longer get the mercy of others.

Witri is a friend and friend of Aisyah's office. However, the woman must have her own life and needs.

“Mbak Witri is very good, yes, Mas. Hopefully one day we will be given a chance to repay his kindness,” said Aisyah.

“Hem, Aamiin.”

“Aish tired. Aish sleep first, yes.”

“Iya. You sleep only.”

Aisyah kissed Bayu's cheeks briefly before moving towards the room. Bayu again thought about what he had to do in order to meet the needs of his wife and child.

“Then should I find another job? But what work?” ask Bayu to himself. He started looking at the contact list on his phone. Who knows if one of them can provide information about job vacancies.

There are some friends of Bayu who say there is no job vacancy. There are also those who reply that the workshop where he works is quiet so they are just as confused as Bayu.

Bayu exhaled a rough breath. Frustration eats away at the heart. Tired, he finally decided to catch up with Aisyah in the room. Sitting next to the bed, he looked at the sweet face that was sleeping.

“I'm sorry I haven't made you happy. Mas promise, I will try hard to meet our needs, especially the needs of our children. Patience, yes, dear,”.

He did not want to disturb the wife's sleep. He kissed gently on the wife's forehead. Then he laid his body next to Aisha. Gently rubbed Aisyah's distended stomach, until she felt a kick from inside Aisyah's stomach.

“Sleep, Son. Pity your mother if you do not sleep. Sorry dad, yeah. You have to be healthy in there.” Bayu kissed the wife's stomach. Again, he felt the movement inside. He smiled faintly before finally closing his eyes, catching up to dreamland.

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