Baby Genius The Pilot
KENAN WANTED TO

"Dad, how did everyone know you?" whisper Kanya.

"really? Maybe because of the banner board at the airport, there is a Co Pilot frame, with the purpose of the task Nak. The whole airport is scattered, baby. I have an id."

"Well, how could you not be a pilot?"

"Seriously, you want to be a pilot?" kenan Smiles.

"Eum. But Kanya actually wants to be a doctor, but Kanya doesn't like the smell of medicine. Especially when Dad looks up, Kanya can't stand vomiting."

"Eum. Then, I'll give up the dream of my son. So whatever, Daddy and Mommy will support."

Along the way, Bima and Kanya rambled a lot of questions on the father, making Kenan's face never seem tired of the question.

Mila and Kenan are now on board. No responsibility, Kenan booked a business class ticket, comfort for his two children who were beside the window, sitting opposite each other.

"Well, you should order it as usual. It's too wasteful like this." said Mila.

"I want to give my best, if my usual. I'm afraid, our benches are separate. I don't want my two children to sit apart, with like this we're compact right?"

Kenan took a blanket for his two children, put on earplugs. And no delusion teaching Bima to turn on the monitor.

"Cool. Ah, Mother. Kanya and Bima once boarded a plane. But not like this. This mother is so cool."

"Yes dear. Let's put on another earplug, the noise of the plane is not good. Let's thank .."

"Thank you Dad." kissed Kanya and Bima, before Mila asked her two children to thank her, then they had talked first.

"Same as a darling."

The two children were cool with watching the show, cold indeed that is. Kenan glanced at Mila who had been cut off, and like listening to a music, looking for the voice he wanted to hear.

"Are you cold?"

"Eum, the business class with the usual, is very different. Ah, it's been a long time, even I used to work never in a special class crew. You know, I'm always on the crew of a lower-class plane."

Kenan tilted her body, pulling the blanket to close up for Mila to get warmer. With a chat, Mila who touched Kenan's cheek, when close warm, made Mila really wrong behavior. Glancing at his two children seriously, Kenan looked at Mila's face with a smile.

Cup.

"Kenan." snorted Mila, who again lowered the intonation of her voice, seen her two children are also still serious.

Lightning steal kiss, make Mila again wrong behavior, stiff not many words, even Kenan look at the face of Mila looks with a deep gaze, making Mila groggy.

Kenan even held Mila's hand, and snickered the milk-white lenticular fingers.

"Can it be tonight we have hon-ey-mo-on" said Kenan, who was crushed to round Mila.

"I'm. That eum," nervously Mila, turned towards the other chair.

Mila inwardly is still very roaring, where there is nothing wrong when Kenan asks for his rights, after all they are a married couple. Whether it feels, haru and happy to agglomerate, whether Mila should prepare herself.

'Looks like I have an idea, Kenan's kindness. It's time I gave a surprise to the father of my two children.' Inner Mila, smile smile.

Then in Kenan's lyrics, who furrowed his eyebrows next door, he saw his wife smiling to herself.

"Why, who are you smiling at?" goda Kenan, as if knowing the contents of Mila's head.

"No, what the hell. Don't make me salting, don't look at me rich. I'm ashamed, Ken."

"You're ashamed of me, I'm your husband?" teasing Kenan's hand into Mila's waist, which seemed to reflect behind the blanket, touched something Mila accidentally.

"Ken .." The swish made Kenan tense up again, tightening his seat.

At the same time, the flight attendant said with many security codes, where the plane will take off soon, transit at Singapore Changi Airport.

***

In Other Places.

Aunt Roh, currently pulled over in an old house dwelling, a shady tree like an unkempt.

"Assalamualaikum." answered simultaneously with the husband.

"Getishalam."

The middle-aged woman was holding a broom, approaching Aunt Spirit by looking through both eyes as if recalling a memory.

"Bidan Nur, is this really his house?"

"Yes my own. Come in ma'am, sir!"

It's appropriate that Spirit's aunt doesn't recognize, because the midwife was different. Apparently there was an accident in the hospital, making the midwife's cheek there was a burn scar.

A few hours they told me, the midwife remembered, when she opened the file.

"Alhamdulillah, the mother's child was brought in by social services. Back then a middle-aged man, it seemed like people were. He adopts a daughter, because misses his missing son brought by his ex-wife. This is the address, hopefully in the future the father of the mother can meet. This is a letter from my authority, the midwife who gave custody to the father. Hopefully received well, and smoothly yes sir . ma'am." said midwife Nur.

"Thank you so much, midwife. I was wrong, if at that time we could redeem. Maybe our son is already in our arms, growing up with us. But we only want to look at it once, even though it's possible that the boy doesn't acknowledge we're poor birth parents."

Aunt Spirit, staring at the photo and address of the middle-aged man, looked familiar. Aunt Roh and Mr. Supra stared at each other, shocked by the photo and the address.

"Mom is sure, this man and his address?"

"Yes ma'am, 100%." smile to the midwife.

TBC.