"Good boy, Jeffy. One more spoon, come on, son."
The voice was trying to encourage his baby to eat his supplement that was scooped out to his mouth. Both father and son were in the living room.
Jefeo was now six months old. Wirata had begun to give him baby food supplements since he was five months old.
At first, the food was all spat out, because he could not swallow it. But later on, he got better and now, six months, Jefeo was able to swallow very well. His father was the one who fed him. Stefan was very enthusiastic about being a big part of raising his son up. He would participate in all activities of Jefeo as much as he could.
"I think you give him too much."
Wirata protested when she saw the man had given too many spoons of food to Jefeo.
"He isn't full up yet. And eating a lot like this will help him grow big very quickly. Ah, yes, one more, boy. Very good. That's my son."