"Ayraa, don't move too much." said Danish when Ayraa wanted to sit back and wanted to give milk to her baby boy who was still in his father's arms.
"I'm okay Mas, I don't feel pain anymore." said Ayraa while looking at Danish's arms which were injured from the grip of his hands during childbirth.
"Look at your arm, sir." said Ayraa while grabbing Danish's arm which was slightly bleeding.
Danish complied when Ayraa saw his injured arm.
"It's okay Ayraa, it's just a small wound can't compare to the pain you gave birth to." said Danish while gently caressing Ayraa's face that looks tired.
"But this hurts too, Mas, until this is the wound." said Ayraa while gently stroking Danish's injured arm.
Danish smiled, his heart happy mixed with deep sadness.
"It doesn't hurt Ayraa, now you rest okay." said Danish with tenderness.
"Danish." called Bagas who was holding Ayraa's tiny baby.
"Yes Father." Danish said looking at Bagas.
