"Arga, how many times have I told you... im fine! I'm happy to take care of Juno with my own two hands without the help of a baby sitter. If I really need help, Grandma and Mbok Surti will be happy to help! Arga, don't worry. After all, Arga, if you hold a baby sitter, then unfortunately the child will be divided between the mother and the baby sitter. I don't want it like that!"
Arga scratched the back of his head in confusion. This stubborn head, nothing can change his opinion.
"Well, as long as you are happy!" Arga exclaimed while continuing to massage Mika's shoulder.
"I'm happy. Arga, don't worry. If I feel it's hard to go through it, I will definitely discuss it with you."
"Promise?" asked Arga as he shifted and looked deeply at his wife.
"Yes, Im promise! Come on, Arga, go to sleep, there's a morning meeting tomorrow, right?"
Arga stopped massaging and turned to Mika with a confused look.
