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Sshhhhhh

Nasya continued to bite her lower lip while she was trying to give the breast milk back to the baby R. He even held his breath when the baby sucked it hard enough.

Various feelings Nasya has felt. Perih, pain, pain but also he can not deny, there is a sense of happiness and pride because he can breastfeed his own baby.

“Pelan slowly Darling, mommy is sick,” whispered Nasya while holding back her sobs.

The clock has already pointed to the number six in the morning. Baby R has been awake since five this morning. Almost an hour later, the baby R suckled her and had no sign that the baby would stop. In fact, before breastfeeding, baby R had spent two bottles of milk at once, but still continued to cry, until finally Nasya took the initiative to return to breastfeeding and it turned out to be true, baby R crying immediately stopped.

“Ssshhh akhatttt!” pekik Nasya screamed again and immediately broke away from the baby R suction.

Looks very red even blisters, making the woman's tears back dripping, but he is still trying to overcome her. He took his breath as deep as possible and exhaled it slowly.

Baby R who felt his food intake disappeared, suddenly his crying immediately broke to fill the room space that is not too wide. Nasha panicked again, and she gave breast milk back to baby Rayyan.

When baby Rayyan stopped crying, then that was where the crying Nasha held back the pain. And as he was trying to endure his pain, his door opened, showing Adnan freshly entering with breakfast.

The deg!

Reach it, the eyes of the two when they meet directly round each other. Quickly, Adna closed the door to Nasya's room and locked it. He sighed tightly, then walked closer to Nasya's bed.

The lucky one who entered the room that morning was Adnan. What if Ryan or even Marvel, really Adnan will not be able to forgive anyone who enters his wife's room without knocking first. Although the mistake was actually on Nasya who did not lock the door, but Adnan would not blame him.

“Mas, why are you in!” exclaimed Nasya still with her face enduring her pain. He immediately moved his back to Adnan without being able to release his breast from the baby's tiny lips.

“Why don't you lock the door, hem? Next time, please lock the door always, let alone you have started breastfeeding Rayyan. Don't get—“

“Iya I know, sorry,” said Nasya quickly cut off Adnan's conversation.

“So this is what made you cry all night?” tanya Adnan is now sitting in the dresser chair that is behind Nasya.

“Hemm,” replied Nasya still reluctant to face towards Adnan.

Although they were husband and wife, and Nasya already remembered her partially. But still he felt ashamed.

“Is the content current?” adnan asked again to make Nasya immediately sigh heavily.

Nasya looked down, looking at the face of his son who looked so cool drinking milk even though the contents were not as much as from the bottle.

“No,” replied Nasya shaking her head weakly.

Sad, of course he was very sad. Because every time he saw a video on social media where a mother showed off her abundant breaststroke, while he? Do not be abundant, maybe in one day he will not be able to get one breast pocket. And remembering that made her cry break again.

‘Nangis again?’ muttered Adnan sighed violently, he got up from the chair and hugged Nasya from behind, as his hands gently rubbed the son's head.

“No papa, slowly later will also come out a lot and smoothly. Do you want to go to the hospital? We can consult with a doctor, I believe the doctor has a solution to facilitate you,” said Adnan on Nasya's shoulder, immediately made the woman turn her face to the side to make the two faces feel so close.

"Can I?" nasha asked so softly but sounded very clearly because of the two faces are close.

"Can, just as long as you are sure and keep trying. Tomorrow I'll set a schedule to see a doctor. You want?" adnan asked smiling so gently.

Believe me behind the smile is stored so much laughter and happiness that Adnan really wants to express. Where he can be so close to his wife without any rejection, even now his face can feel the breath of Nasya.

'A little more, be patient. O Allah thank you, ' Adnan murmured in his heart.

...~To be continue .......