The Father Boy
ALA176'S CHAT. Maternity
"Kirain tuh di ma Nilam, Dek." Dad was struggling to help Jasmine walk.
"Ma Nilam has the flu, so I'm home." Jasmine's sister held her distended stomach.
"Take the ping book, Bang!" ask my father who is confused.
"Yes, Dad." I quickly went to Brother Jasmine's house to pick up the ping book in question.
I returned with a ping book, with the condition of the home page already crowded. Brother Jasmine is very pale, he also asked to be delivered to the midwife immediately.
However, when the midwife even we forget the provision of labor and birth of the baby.
"Go to the delivery room." The call of the home owner midwife, makes me even more worried if Brother Jasmine to give birth immediately.
Really, what kind of labor is this? Not yet I heard there was an opening of one, two and the next. Now, the cloth-covered baby was on top of Jasmine's deathly pale body.
Let alone Brother Jasmine, I also pale to see the liquid that came out with the baby was very much. So fast, that I didn't have time to run away and hide to not see this delivery.
"Adzanin, Bang." Brother Jasmine patted my shoulder.
"Gold me, brother." I could only lay my head on the edge of the bed, with my body sitting on a chair.
While the midwife is still cleaning the former labor. Maybe after this I will be traumatized to eat chicken, because I saw baby brother Jasmine who was only covered with cloth, because my father had not returned to bring maternity equipment at home.
The baby's cry continued to sound, until it was like an alarm to refresh my eyes. My knees were so limp, seeing the birth so fast.
Just to the maternity bed, Brother Jasmine immediately took out the baby. He should have held back a little, until father arrived. If so, I'm the one who's traumatized.
"Kasian, Bang. Give him adzan first." Brother Jasmine patted my shoulder.
"Oh God…." I stretched my muscles, then was willing to lift the body of this baby boy.
The second time I tried a baby boy, the first Dayyan and the second son Jasmine's cake. I hope I can prosecute my own children.
"No IMD, just give formula milk." Jasmine's sister was arguing with the midwife who helped her get into labor.
"But it's good that way, brother."
Our family is well respected, and so is the way people call our family names.
"Why the hell, brother?" I was still holding a baby who had been given this ointment in his eyes.
"I'll work later." Brother Jasmine looks like she is deliberately tega on her son.
Does he hate his son?
"Can't ASIP, brother." I thrust his son towards him.
Brother Jasmine accepted, he rubbed his son's hair, his gaze deep but unable to pour out with words. I don't know how she feels right now, but it's like she's gathering all her strength to cover up her grief.
"I don't want to breastfeed him, I have to work for his life. I don't want to bother the old man, I have to have a future for him." He straightened his eyes on me.
"Sister can love ASIP, Brother still work and remain his mother." I don't want Brother Jasmine to lose the beauty of breastfeeding.
"He'll depend on me later, Bang." His eyeballs were shaking and his eyelids were tightly closed, unfortunately the tears had already fallen first.
"What's wrong, we're together. Don't tell me you don't want to milk the child, later PD Kakusuin snake loh in the afterlife." I didn't mean to scare.
"What?"
"Udah lahiran?"
"This is his stuff."
"What's the Chapter over?"
I looked towards the direction the voice was.
"Sir, milakin. Do not let the same father biyung horrified the rejection of Brother, later they think far. It's okay Brother's child depends on Brother, it's Brother's child, naturally he needs his mother. Brother should be sad, if the older brother does not need his mother. In terms of work, the future, there must be a way out. Breastfeeding for just a minute, brother. Just two years, it sometimes does not arrive. Brother grabbed the future of Brother's child, Big Brother's future, it's a long time. More than two years, more than Big Brother's whole life. Susuin, Brother. Just two years, when's the chance?" I tried to persuade, the rest of the time the arrival of father and son.
The gaze of Brother Jasmine in me, he implied destruction within his eyes. Is he feeling weak now? While pregnant she tried to always be strong and strong with her husband's actions, now she feels weak after giving birth to her husband's baby?
"Oh my God, my dear."
"Alhamdulillah."
Dad and Biyung directly approached this former maternity bed, they hugged tightly to Brother Jasmine and immediately kissed their granddaughter. Many questions were issued by the father and the young man, Brother Jasmine also answered naturally.
To where, biyung told sister Jasmine to breastfeed her child back. I'm quite wary, I'm afraid that Jasmine's sister refused to breastfeed her child back on the grounds of work.
Really, I don't want him to lose that golden age. Moments in which a mother becomes very special for her own child. Because the water of his life is always awaited and weeded.
Thank God, Brother Jasmine wants to try to breastfeed her child directly. With all my courtesy and respect I gave, I came out of this maternity room not to see her exposed by breastfeeding.
But instead, I faced back with Jessie. He was outside the midwife's house, sitting alone playing cell phones.
What is the purpose of always being with my family?
"Why don't you come home soon?" ask directly.
He turned his head, smiled and put his phone away. Nothing looks alarming on his face, I'm sure he's not stuck in his parents' problems.
"I'm home, my house is locked. My parents went to the wedding, they haven't come home yet. So I came back home, because I don't have any relatives and friends here" she explained casually. "Why, Bang? Brother busy? Feeling distracted?" tanyanya.
He asks?
"It's late, unnatural girls night-night outside in this area. Why are you even coming here? Your yard is wide, you can wait in your own yard." Not that I suggested a bad thing, if he was on the porch of the house he would know if his parents had come.
If he was in my house, how would he know his parents had come?
"Abang is disturbed by me huh? It must be because of the flowers?" His gentle touch began to be reused, this was the usual thing he did.
But I was trying to avoid it.
"Why should Flowers? Don't you know for yourself, who's she for me?" I shifted my legs, then put my hand in my pants pocket.
I was standing, but the touch could have kept going.
"I feel like Abang suddenly different, since the same flowers last Sunday night. Is there a matchmaking? Or are you beginning to realize that your sister's relationship isn't normal?" His eyebrows fused in the middle.
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