Being a Milk Mom For Twin Nieces
Chapter 3. The Most Repotent

At dawn, Arsatya awakens to the sound of baby Chesa crying loudly.

Arsatya jumped from her bed, she ran towards the cot. “Hey, Son. What's up?” the young father said he was holding the baby.

“Huek,” he was nauseous when his hand touched the buttocks of his baby son who was wet from defecating.

“Yes, you pup, yes?”

That morning, she was already busy changing her baby diaper after a bowel movement. He painstakingly bathed the baby Chesa carefully.

“Come, put your clothes on first. Dad fucked you as much as he could, huh? Let it warm,” he said when finished bathing baby Chesa.

However, after it was clean and fragrant, baby Chesa again sprayed her urine into the face of the father. Inevitably, he had to re-open the twists of thick bedong cloth and open the baby's diaper pairs.

When the day was brighter, Arsatya was ready to work, but the baby continued to cry if not overwritten. As a result, she also took wherever the baby was.

In her left hand held the baby, her right hand held a bottle of milk, and her legs helped each other pair her own shoes. Occasionally his right hand took turns flipping something over the frying pan.

Looks bothered by the new dad.

Anindya came over with Ansha who was calm because her stomach was not hungry. Unlike the baby Chesa who is still whining and can not be calm held by her father.

“Hus, cup cup, good father's son, shut up. What do you want? Tell me what you want, don't cry,” said the boy's father.

Anindya who heard that could only shake her head, “Mas, which three-day-old baby can be told to talk? That's right,” said Anindya who sneered at her sister-in-law.

“Hek, hek,” baby Chesa back whining.

“Iya, Son. Yeah, just a second. This father wants breakfast, so come dong Chesa also drink milk yes, let his stomach not empty. Come on, drink,” persuade Arsatya to point the tip of the bottle containing formula on the mouth of baby Chesa, still the baby did not want.

“Ma! Where's mama? Help me, Ma!” the man shouted as he lost patience with the baby.

“What the hell, Mas. Mama again in the back, why bring the baby near the stove so? Ih, danger!” it was Ranti who hit her son's arm and immediately took over his grandson from the son's hand.

“What's this burning?” asked Ranti who sniffed the smell of a fragrant charred.

“What the fuck! Omeletnya,” only realized that if you are cooking omelet with a big fire.

“Yes Allah, Mas-Mas. You make omelets just don't becus!” Rianti immediately turned off the flame on the stove.

“I'm not used to it, Ma. Usually it is Amelia who makes breakfast,” he said sadly.

“Why not rent a maid from the first, anyway?”

“Continue? You never helped her at all? Cooking also never?!”

Arsatya just shook his head, “What kind of husband are you! Have you ever imagined how tired she would be to take care of a house this big without a maid? What is your contribution to the household? O Allah, Mas-Mas,” said Ranti who was in a daze with the attitude of her son.

“I work, Ma.”

“The wife who does homework is much heavier and will have no finish than you who work outside the home! Didn't you ever imagine when she was pregnant with your child, supporting the weight of two individuals at once in her stomach, while she was still doing housework all by herself? Where's your wits?!” rianti exclaims who menoyor slowly Arsatya head.

Prangs! Frying pan and spatula fly along with a charred omelette.

“Ma! Don't remind me of that!” the man shouted and left the kitchen immediately.

In the tomb which is still a pile of red soil that is still wet, even the sprinkling of flowers is still fresh in color scattered on the raised ground. Arsatya wept on a tombstone bearing his wife's name.

“Darling, I'm sorry. In what ways can I make amends, I am truly a bad husband to you. I'm insensitive, I'm evil, and I'm unjust to you. I'm sorry,” he said whining and roaring in tears over the grave of his dead wife.

While at home.

Ranti makes sure if Arsatya has left using her car, “Anin, Satya has left. Time to give Chesa Breastfeeding, Nak.”

On Arsatya's return from work, the first thing he looks for is the whereabouts of his two twins.

"Ma, where are my kids?" ask him before taking off his duty clothes from the hospital where he works.

"You clean first. They've been sleeping in mom's room" replied Ranti.

Arsatya immediately cleaned up so that he could quickly meet and sleep with his children. After his body was finished with a cold shower, he returned refreshed even though the day would change.

She went into her mother's room, but when the door was opened slowly it was not the mother who accompanied the two babies, but Anindya who was asleep at the end of the bed.

"Anin?" a frown on his forehead appeared when he saw his children falling asleep next to his sister-in-law.

He intended to leave the room because Anindya was there. However, as his feet stepped back, it was like there was a strong instinct between father and son that was connected in their subconscious. The two babies whined as Arsatya's legs stepped away.

"Hush, hush," Arsatya patted his daughters' chests softly until they fell asleep again.

Unrestrained drowsiness makes Arsatya climb into the same bed with his son and sister-in-law. With a position that was both curled up and faced with Anindya, he allowed himself to sink into his subconscious. Dam thought he would wake up early before Anindya woke up from her sleep.

Meanwhile, Ranti who was looking at the scene with a sigh. Seeing those who were both feeling lost; one was left behind, one was left by his wife, and two babies were abandoned by his mother.

"The circumstances complement each other," said Ranti staring at the blue scenery in front of her eyes.