Don't despise my Shortcomings
Happy Family

Eaa...Eaa... The sound of Mesy's crying puffed up the ears. Naqi and Cyra who had just fallen asleep and dreamland would embrace her, had to be forced back to wake up because the baby among them was crying loudly.

"Astagah Mesy, it's only what time you sleep again well," muttered Naqi who even his eyes as if still glued and as if they could not be opened, so sleepy.

But the boy did not remain silent and went back to sleep as Naqi ordered Mesy to scream again when he probably realized that it was not Dady and Mamihnya who slept with him. Cyra whose eyes were the same was still heavy as well, it was all because they were as if there was no fatigue to keep trying to make a toy dough that was like Mesy. Cyra wrapped the towel beside the bed and immediately tried to hold Mesy agat not cry.

"Cups... Cup... Mesy do not cry well, this is now same Mesy Buca, Dady same Mamih you are in the hospital, you do not be sad well, surely they are sad if this beautiful daughter is crying." Cyra continued to fumble, so that Mesy did not feel lonely and not afraid.

While Naqi who felt noisy finally opened his eyes and sat scratching his head and naked body in hiding behind a blanket limited to the waist down.

"Please brew the milk in the bottle dong, pity may Mesy hungry and thirsty, the water do not heat all well, warm-when nails," cyra said while she was still trying to pet Mesy but his efforts were in vain Mesy also did not want to stop crying. While Naqi still with the rest of his sleepiness moved from the mattress just like Cyra using a towel limited to the plate down. Well so tired they adventure until they do not have time to wear clothes directly reach their dreams, but it is precisely when the mattress that stops swaying Mesy woke up.

The milk had managed to brew Naqi and the water was not hot and not cold, but Mesy still did not want to drink milk, and did not even stop to cry. Mesy is still crying and looking for his Dady or even mamihny.

"How is this dear?" asked Naqi who began to panic and pity with the cry Mesy constantly and convoluted body. Naqi was afraid that the baby boy's body would get sick when his body twisted like that.

"Try to call Meta or Kak Fifah, ask how to let Mesy not cry continuously" said Cyra who himself increasingly feels bad when holding Mesy, said, not sick all over his body because of the act of Naqi who punished him with no stop and now Mesy even in the carrying Naqi did not want to, always wanted to be with his mother continue.

Naqi followed what Cyra said he picked up the phone above the nightstand and contacted Meta to ask how to calm the Messy down.

"Hallo, why Ra?" meta asked from a phone call, in a hoarse voice and it seemed that he had just woken up.

"This is Naqi, how to make Mesy not cry how? Loe's son woke up bothering me with Cyra and now cry continues to not want to drink milk and do not want to be silent, how to let Mesy silence. Pity her body will get sick if she continues to muter-muter," asked Naqi tightly, well now he married Cyra does not need to be good anymore on Meta.

"No other search what Met? Very crazy I have to wear clothes used loe, later I get skin disease again," snorted Naqi who was lazy to wear clothes Meta, and also must smell, like that shadow Naqi.

"Yes it's up to you anyway if you want not to sleep and let my child cry until morning," replied Meta lazy.

"Yes, I've taken Loe's room, but beware if my body gets ringworm and so forth later loe that I dig his head and also look out if the clothes smell ready I throw loose clothes right now," naqi then turned off the phone and threw it into bed.

"Where Mas, what Meta says is the way that Mesy does not cry and want to drink milk?" cyra asked with her tired face.

"I was asked to go to the room he took his used clothes, and Mas use let Mesy think that I am Meta," Naqi said lazily.

While Cyra was developing her smile, she just remembered that n

his son Meta is indeed the most demen nyiumin keteknya Meta, that's why Mesy if there is no Meta can not be bothered, even Meta just came home from work Mesy has been directly peeper carried. even the baby boy had memorized his Dady voice. "Yes already the hunt take the clothes Meta, pity Mesy cry continues. Cyra also just remembered that Mesy was like nyium keteknya Meta," said Cyra with a smile of relief expands on his face.

Naqi could not refuse if his wife told him to. Naqi hurriedly left Cyra and Mesy who were still crying hurriedly went to Meta's room and took the clothes that Meta said, after getting Naqi, wearing them with a breath, holding his breath, maybe he was afraid when the clothes that Meta was wearing was the smell of dried asem. Fortunately, there was no smell of clothes, if I could smell faint," inner Naqi, wonder why Mesy could-can be as cool as his father. After wearing Meta clothes whose body odor is Mesy's favorite. Naqi drew closer to Cyra and took over Mesy to be carried away.

As usual and like children in general, Mesy refused when Naqi would carry him, but after the boy kissed Naqi's body like the body of his Dady, which he was looking for, Mesy finally wanted to be carried by Naqi, although initially his eyes looked at Naqi's smiling face wryly, Mesy continued to pay attention to Naqi's face, perhaps why it was different from Dadynya's face. But because it was very cold to shake, Mesy was finally silent and hid behind the ketek Naqi, and Naqi who could not help but hold his gel when he felt something rumbling in his ketek, and again the boy was a big henchman.

After Naqi's henchmen lay Mesy on the bed and tilted his body to hug Mesy, so that the child could freely shudder, while Cyra held the pacifier where the baby was drinking milk. Compact cooperation. Naqi and Cyra looked at each other and chuckled. They imagined that Mesy was indeed their son, and both of them were impatient to feel the moment as it is now. Being a happy family.

Meta is indeed cool to give a chance to Cyra and Naqi to practice parenthood.