DAD'S CHOICE OF MATE
A Gift for Dira
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Two days after birth, me and the baby can go home. Mama happily carried her granddaughter out to the car. While Arsy's sister took me on a walk....
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Arrived home,
The atmosphere of the house is very crowded, Ayla is no less happy to have a cute and beautiful sister like her.....
This is my first child with Arsy's sister, I don't know how to take care of the baby yet. I taught her many things like Mom. I try to take care of him myself so that I will have closeness to him like my closeness to my mother...
👪Atiya Anugrah Arsyad..
My first daughter with my brother Arsy named Atiya which means gift and grace which means gift. A gift given by God to us.....A special gift for me and Arsy's sister...
After Atiya was a month old, I lived my day as a wife and also a mother for Atiya. All the routines, such as bathing a baby I have known from the teachings of mama for a month...
Atiya's presence adds happiness to our family, her presence makes Reza and Rifal's sister also Ayla always visit the house, no less mama and papa who have to go back and forth from the village to the city to meet his second grandson....then what about Dela who is now more often at home since Atiya's long-awaited presence.....
Everyone seemed to be happy with the presence of Atiya, a gift for our family....
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A year passed, the marriage of Arsy and me entered the second year. While Atiya was only a year old, the test after test we faced in life, the calamity was not always with us, but with patience all will produce satisfactory results with the presence of Atiya which is a gift of my life and brother Arsy feels more complete......
With Arsy's busy daily life at the office makes it not much time to play with Atiya. With his presence I saw his earnestness and hard work and responsibility for Atiya's future.....
Sis Arsy realized that over time Atiya will grow up and want to make Atiya as an educated and religious child. Surely in the beginning since he was a child....
Time just keeps passing. A beautiful morning atmosphere wading through the world. The sun is leaning from the eastern horizon, and it begins to shine on the earth. The glow penetrates the window glass of the house...
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Looks very beautiful, the sparkle also pierced the front yard flower foliage of the house. Arsy's sister took Atiya out to the front yard of the house to invite him to play with butterflies who were willing to fly over the flowers that had just bloomed. Atiya was about to catch a butterfly flying over his head. Jumping and paddling his hands over his head trying to grab the butterfly.....
I had breakfast on the front porch table. Atiya is very active playing with her papa....
Here baby, same mom. I suddenly stopped his activities. I put both my hands on him....
Seeing me Atiya walked up to me, although the road was still limped until it took me a few seconds to get in my arms...
Papa Arsy followed him from behind holding back as Atiya was about to fall...
Come on, come on, same mom. My voice returned when Atiya stopped her steps to see the butterflies that were getting crowded...
Babbling by chattering his hands pointed towards the butterfly, while rejoicing, laughing very cheerfully...
I was amazed to see it growing so fast....
Brother Arsy approached me and kissed me...
Honey, look at our beautiful son, right.? He asked while throwing his smile which gave warmth to both of my eyeballs...
She is beautiful like me and smart like you. I replied with a smile, even though my smile was not as sweet as hers...
Atiya turned to the direction where we were standing looking at him...With his chatter that we as parents do not understand the meaning...
Brother Arsy sat down with both hands about to hug Atiya, but his hope was lost. Atiya walked on all fours closer and closer until Atiya's embrace fell on her mother...
Honey, why is her mother hugged. Papa who was ready to pet suddenly his embrace fell to mama. Poor papa donk, softly with a sad voice equipped with his gloomy expression made Atiya laugh funny looking at his papa's behavior...
Breakfast dishes are transferred to the park to be tasted together. We sat three on the grass that was still damp because of the morning dew. Tasting warm tea and bread. I feed Atiya and occasionally feed Arsy's brother, as well as Arsy's, first grind his bread and then feed me, as did Atiya. Atiya's presence did not make my romance and Arsy's brother disappear. With opportunities like this we can still feed each other, the ritual of kissing the forehead never goes out and our love and affection get stronger...
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Hello readers, the wait in an imagination has ended.A imaginary story about the matchmaking story has ended here.
The author is very sorry if there are words that accidentally or deliberately make the hearts of readers depressed or uncomfortable, because in fact humans are born without a perfect form.
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The author is very grateful for his participation to take the time to read the fantasy novel Father's Choice Stupid which is dedicated directly from the imagination of the author Rusni Mubin......
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