
"Van, what's so good?"
The rain like this Mikhail was made to grieve because his son-in-law enjoyed the exact lemon slice of honey mango. The greater Khayla's pregnancy, Keyvan often made Mikhail buy with all his behavior.
"Enak, Pa .. want to?"
"No, thank you ... Where's mikhayla?"
"There, again teach Zavia to read."
Willing to be angry, but Zia said what Keyvan experienced was common. His pregnant wife but he who actually looks different, the man is completely different. In the past, he was really anti-fed and now the man even asked Wibowo to find something that did not make sense at all.
"Don't go often, your stomach acid goes up later .. nyemil kok lemon, lime," Mikhail's nagging throw a pillow right on the face of his daughter-in-law who is now focused on watching his favorite reality show.
"She, Pa?"
"Ck, even ask ... Papa seriously, Evan!! That lemon how many seeds have you emmut?" mikhail asked softly and it made Keyvan choke a little, only then did he realize that the lemon basin he asked of Rani was only a few more seeds.
After a while, Mikhail came to Zavia's room in hopes of surprising his grandson. However, just as his head was about to peer into Zavia's room, a foreign object landed right on Mikhail's forehead.
"Because!!" zavia shouted with great happiness after pulling the child of a toy right on Mikhail's wide forehead, Mikhayla suddenly broke down and did not feel at all guilty or the behavior of her daughter.
"New dad? Mama's coming, Pa?"
"No, Mama studied ... began to repent her," said Mikhail then approached his grandson, since Mikhayla moved home indeed the relationship between the two is getting closer and the world Mikhail is not lonely at all.
"Well!! Zavia's got a new toy .. let's go to war."
Which child when his grandfather came to fight. Mikhail could not possibly resist when his grandson gave him a water gun there, while he remained with the toy arrows he always managed to aim at his page.
"Khayla ... Your daughter, why is the toy still like this?"
Mikhail was really worried, considering the former little Mikhayla was very different. To make matters worse, all of Zavia's toys are the legacy of Sean as well as the Zean he took forcibly after moving house.
"He likes, after all, many used Zean toys are still good, rather than wasting money ... Papa how the hell? He said he had to save."
"Tiw tiw tiw tiw."
Start, it is indeed very abstinent if it has been visited. I don't know what sins Mikhail committed in the past to be blessed with such an amazing grandson.
"Honey, don't shoot Opa so .. later hit Opa blind eye loh."
"Astaghfirullah, Khayla ... You are outrageous huh, doain Papa is blind or what?"
Salah continues, ready to pray for him blind. Mikhayla was just talking potluck and he wanted Zavia to stop because indeed the bullet from the gun he was using right now was quite dangerous if it hit the eye.
"Sorry, Mama ... Play another one."
Although Zavia is a fairly active child, she is super obedient and worried that Khayla is angry with her. The man chuckles when his grandson is looking for another toy and Mikhail hopes it will be a little different.
"Hiyaaaa Via got this, Opa."
Zavia showed the whip that had once been Zean's favorite toy and it managed to make Mikhail close his eyes slowly. It seems like he's very wrong to wish on Zavia, "It looks like he's going to have piano lessons in a few years, Papa's afraid that your daughter's going to be a market thug, Khayla."
"Ih Papa what the heck, the time didoain be thugs."
"Not prayer, but worry .. This must be because your husband is a thug, so it is," said Mikhail and made Khayla choose to pass and then shake her head.
Forced, inevitably Mikhail accompanied the daughter of Keyvan to play and this can certainly be quite tiring. However, he did not mind at all even though Zavia often drained his sweat.
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To Be Continue