A baby box is now entered into Jingga's inpatient room. Of course there was a tiny baby in the box. It is certain that the baby is the baby that was born by Jingga a few hours ago.
Mrs. Diva looked at the tiny baby who still looked red. 'That's my grandson? Really? Am I already Grandma? I already have one very tiny grandson? Oh God, I'm lucky that my son can give offspring to the Keane Family,' thought Mrs. Diva.
"Sir, Madam and Miss, this is a baby who has just been born by Miss Jingga," said the Doctor who also delivered the baby box to Jingga.
"How are things, Doctor?" asked Jingga.
"Thank God, Miss Jingga's baby is good and healthy. There is nothing to worry about," said the doctor.
"Then how is the condition of Jingga?" asked Mrs. Diva.
