REPLACEMENT MEN Season 2
HANANINA HANANINA

...God never gives us a trial beyond our ability to endure it....

The presence of babies in the family of Pak Kusno like an oasis in the middle of the desert of pain. Her adorable little face was able to expel all forms of grief and grief. It was as if he was deliberately presented by God to drive out the sadness that loomed over the family.

Maira is getting fresh. His body condition has recovered as before. She was able to bathe and take care of her own baby.

"Hey, this is a parcel shipment, from whom, huh?" Ms. Kusno carried a large parcel wrapped in transparent plastic.

Maira, who had just finished her child, scrunched her forehead. "Who are you from, Mom?"

Parcel containing baby equipment was placed Bu Kusno at the end of the bed. "Ndon't know. Who sent the ojek online. I think there's a sender's name in this parcel. But from now on I'm looking, can't see you, huh? Is it on the inside?" Bu Kusno bowed, observing the inside of the parcel. But nil. Until now, no name of the sender was found.

"Later let me open, Mom," said Maira as she picked up the baby, picked it up and began breastfeeding.

Bu Kusno nodded, then sat down next to Maira. Observing the baby Maira who greedily suckled at his mother.

"God willing, the great granddaughter of sinter!"

Maira smiles. Gently rub the baby's head.

"Great apet if the nenennya kayak gini, Mai."

"God, Mom."

Moments later, Maira finished breastfeeding her baby. Bu Kusno took over the baby from his sling.

"Would you name her, Mai?"

Maira's stunned. Doesn't it usually give the name done by the father of the child?

Bu Kusno's gaze probed Maira's changed face. There was a sadness there. Bu Kusno sighed. " If not, then let his feet look for a name" said the woman carefully.

"Ah, no, Mom! Janu and I have already prepared a name for her."

"Yes?" Bu Kusno grinned bitterly. "Who, Mai?" lirih continued.

Maira's eyes glared. Her memory returned when Janu called last time.

"Hanin Hananina," Maira said in a slightly hoarse voice.

Bu Kusno was stunned to see the expression on his daughter's face. She knew, right now Maira must be stuck in the memories of her husband.

"What a great name, Mai. What mean?" tanya Bu Kusno broke the urge.

Maira sighed. "Daughter who loves and is loved by God" she replied. Repeating a sentence Janu had once said to her. Unknowingly her tears flowed down her cheeks. Maura was crying without sobs.

Ms. Kusno held the baby in her cradle and kissed her cheek. "Hanin Hananina, your name is beautiful, Nduk. It means incredible too. May he be a son of sholehah, yes, his grandson is eyang." The tears of Bu Kusno also fell. His heart ached to remember the father of the baby who until now had no news.

"Ah, yes, the parcel!" maira exclaimed, trying to divert the grief. Since the birth of her son, Maira has become more and more good at controlling feelings. The existence of the baby is like a kind of booster for him.

Maira rose while shrinking tears. The parcel is at the end of the bed. His hands began to open the plastic wrap. There's a lot of baby stuff in it. Starting from blankets, towels, clothes, and baby shoes. All are beautiful and look expensive. Maira's hands searched among the folds of the goods. A small square piece of paper he took from there. Soon after he read it.

Congratulations on the birth of his daughter.

May be a son of Sholehah.

May her mother always be strong and strong.

Tama

Maira scrunched her forehead. A tama? Is it Captain Rian?

"Who are you from, Mai?"

"Em, I don't know, Mom. Maybe captain Rian."

"Cock, maybe. Lha, what's her name?"

"It's just written 'Tama' that."

"Mbok, wa she's. Tanya, is it true that she sent. It's not good to say thank you."

Maira breathed a heavy breath. He recalled the number of captain Rian who had already been blocked. Suddenly he felt guilty.

***

Sapa Maira finally, through the WhatsApp application. He was forced to unblock the number. It is also unpleasant to break the cord of friendship while the person is very considerate and has helped Maira's life with drops of blood.

For a long time there was no answer. Until when Maira wants to put the phone, notice wa incoming message.

Waalaikumsalam, Mum. Tumben this, wa me.

Maira became increasingly disinclined. He was sure captain Rian must have known his number had been blocked. But the guy didn't ask. Then Maira directs the phone camera to the parcel that is still neat folds. A photo he sent in reply, following his caption.

I'm sorry, sir, is this parcel from you?

Oh, aye. I sent it. Sorry if I am less pleased.

Maira breathed a long breath.

Oh, no, sir. I am grateful for his help. Sorry for a lot of trouble.

Ah, it's okay. Think of it as a form of attention from old friends.

Maira's stunned. Old buddy? Why has he been impressed so much to tighten the cord between us? Not bad actually. But given our respective positions, it seems it would be better if this friendship is more guarded distance.

May you and your children always be healthy and stay strong. I hope my husband can be found soon too.

Once again Maira sighed.

Aamiins. Thank you, Sir. Write Maira down before closing her WA app.

***

"Hanin Hananina!" peekit Karina's. "What a beautiful name, Ma'am!"

Maira's sister had just arrived from Jakarta.

"Yes, dong. As beautiful as her son."

"But, by the way, what, is Hanan's name?" Karina mentioned the name of a man who had been in Maira's past. The past is dark and does not want to be remembered.

"Hush!" hardik Bu Kusno's. The woman glanced at Maira. But the face of his son looks slab only. There's no emotion there.

"Why? Hanan's name is good, that is," said Maira casually.

"Ah, it turns out that my mother has completely forgotten about the incident!" Karina smiled with relief.

"Yes, until you remind her!" Maira threw the diaper fold to Karina.

Karina's laughter broke. "Yes, sorry, my sister Iyaang ...!" He hugged Maira from behind.

After teasing her sister, Karina takes over baby Hanin from Bu Kusno's sling. "Here come come beautiful aunt first yes, dear. Let you see the beauty of Aunt."

Maira sneered listening to her sister's rendition. At the same time, Bayu enters the room with Oza.

"Well, that's great, Oza's sister, Om!" Oza pulled his hand, drawing closer to the baby Hanin who was carrying Karina.

"Woaa ..., yes, Za. Beautiful and funny your sister!" Bayu looked at the baby in his wife's arms with a look of amazement. "May I have a bench?" he looked at Maira and Bu Kusno.

A moment later, baby Hanin had already changed hands. She was on the lap of Bayu who was sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed. All chuckled at the tense facial expression of Bayu while holding the baby.

"Woe, don't be fooled. This horror. It was so small and soft!"

Laughter they're back to breaking.

In between her laughter, there were tears at the corner of netra Karina.

I'm sorry I could never give you a child, Mom.

There was a pain in Karina's heart.

(connect)

// Alhamdulillah .. can be up again.

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