Don't Underestimate Me
Chapter 186

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"Capek?", asked Glen to Sham and Zea.

"Yes! Zea wants to take a shower and sleep!" said Zea lethargic. How not? The little girl was draining her energy since the morning on the playground. All rides he jajal, not least the most extreme though.

"Yes dear!", said Glen. Helen herself went straight to the kitchen to pick up the cold drink she was going to give Glen and Sham.

"Drink first let's go, it's rest! Mama went to the room first!", said Helen put a cold drink in front of her father and son.

"Yes ma, thank you!", said Glen.

"Thank you Auntie!", said Syam sincerely.

"Oh yes Syam, if you want to use a laptop Aunty just ask papa, ask to take it in the workspace. Yea?"

"Yes aunty!", replied Helen. Then the beautiful woman entered her room on the same floor. Zea and Sham were upstairs.

"What do you want to use a laptop for? Do you need to buy it tomorrow?", asked Glen who seemed to lose the start of the wife.

"Yes pa, there's the assignment of the homeroom teacher. Syam was asked to join the writing competition. Send the file to the teacher's email."

"Oh yeah? The elementary school kid in the village is already that advanced?", asked Glen in surprise.

Syam breathed heavily. Seemed once he felt underestimated by his own papa. Glen realized his words offended the son.

"Sorry!", said Glen, who was sitting next to Sham. The middle eastern man slapped his shoulder softly. Syam just reacted calmly without saying anything.

"I'm sorry if papa's words offended Sham. Yeah?", Glen's reset is longer.

"Heum!", said Sham in the end.

"You can papa know, what is the duty of Sham? Maybe you can help?", glanced Glen.

"Writing the Pa, the theme ... family!", replied Sham who stared blankly ahead.

"Family?", asked Glen in a slightly quivering voice. Glen realized, the word 'family' is quite sensitive for a Sham.

"There is nothing difficult, Sham can!" said Sham. Glen didn't say.

"For now, Syam thinks being able to write a story like that is either real or just fictitious."

Syam turned to Glen who was looking at him as well.

"So sham entered the room. Aunty Helen's laptop tomorrow!", said Syam got up from his seat.

"Chicken!", call Glen.

"Tomorrow again Pa. Good night!", saying, Sham set foot to go upstairs. Glen sighed looking at the backs of his sons who climbed the steps one by one. After making sure the child disappeared behind the door, Glen headed to his own room.

Helen was leaning on the headboard of her bed while replying to a message on her phone. She only glanced as her husband entered their room.

"Papa thought mama was asleep!", asked Glen.

"Still reply to the client's email, Pa!", replied Helen still focused with her advanced object in hand. Glen immediately stepped into the bathroom to clean himself up.

It wasn't until fifteen minutes, Glen was done. When she came out of the bathroom, Helen had already prepared a change of clothes for her.

The man wore clothes next to his wife without any awkwardness at all. Obviously, husband and wife is legitimate!

After getting dressed, Glen sat on the bed with his wife. He looked at the beautiful face of his wife who had not changed much since they were married.

"Why?", Helen turned to her husband because she felt that she was being noticed.

"Thank you!" said Glen, grabbing Helen's hand and then in his kiss the smooth back of the hand.

"Thank you for what?" asked Helen. Glen grabbed Helen's phone and put it on the nightstand. Afterwards, Glen grabbed his wife's shoulder.

The man kissed the top of his wife's head in love.

"Thank you for everything, which still stays with me and takes care of the integrity of our household. And also receive Sham as well as this!", said Glen earnestly.

"Heem. I don't know what I heard!" said Helen.

"Yes, indeed. It seems like thousands of thanks can't replace any of your sacrifices!"

The two embrace each other. Feeling tired after a day of adventure in the playground, making the bodies of both decided to rest, wading through dreams.

Syam who had not been able to sleep well finally contacted his mother. Luckily Sekar and Salim are not being 'busy' so Syam is safe to make video calls with Sekar.

[That's a really bobo night, deck?]

Sapa Sekar from his hometown.

[Sneakers of his feet can't even sleep Mom. Usually tired to like in the same massage mother]

The voice of Sham sounded spoiled. Sekar and Salim smiled hearing their son's behavior as if he was whining.

[But the streets are the streets?]

This time it was Salim who chimed in the words of Sham.

[Huum, seneng but a lot tired too]

After that the chatter just flowed with the long-distance call until Syam began to yawn, then the call ended.

"You see, you're fine there!" said Salim.

"Yes, bah. Mother was worried that her mother Zea was not treating Sham well. But. astaghfirullah, I've had a bad idea."

Salim rubbed his wife's shoulder, who was much older than him but looked the same age as him.

"As long as Abah knew Lady Helen, she was a kind and gentle woman. Not much different from Gita. But. maybe because of yesterday's problems made him.so play the antagonist for a moment. His name is good, but it will be good in the end. Like mothers, mothers are still the best mothers to great mothers' children. Also.the most beautiful gift that God gave Abah!", said Salim at length.

Smiling when she heard what her husband said. After that, they also enjoyed the beautiful night together.

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"Zea same Sham want to come to the office?", asked Helen to two children at breakfast.

"You go to the house of Opa, if you are Sham?", asked Zea to Sham.

"Just like, to Opa's house" replied Sham.

"So borrow Syam's laptop? If not, let the office people bring a new laptop to the house?", bargained Helen.

"Neither to Aunt. No need to buy, Sham is also at home. Now it's just urgent. Gonna send it to the homeroom tomorrow."

"Oh.. All right then!" said Helen.

"What time are you going to Opa's house? Would you like to send papa or ask to be picked up by Mr Ujang?"

"Do not go Pa, just walk. Is it Sham?", asked Zea. Syam nodded as well.

"alright. But if you want to go to the office, then mom papa, ask for anterin Pak Ujang!", said Helen.

"Eum...Pa, if Sham permission to the cafe sister can not?", asked Syam to Glen.

"Ikutttt!", Zea enthusiastic. Sham poked his lips slowly.

"Why? Can't you?", asked Zea Manyun to Sham.

"You don't have to fight! Syam if you want to go there, ask between Opa or Mang Ujang yes!"

"Yes Pa."

"Be careful at home. Mama papa to the office first!", Glen and Helen rubbed the two boys' heads in turn.

"Yes Ma, Pa!", said Zea lazily because she was still sleepy but had been woken up.

"Yes Pa, Auntie!", said Sham politely. After the parents left, there were two children who were still sitting opposite to their breakfast. Mbok aka the aunt is busy with her job in the back.

"You want to sleep, in the room! Do not eat while bristling!", said Syam. Sontak Zea glanced sharply at the one-father's brother.

"Can't, don't comment. I'm sleepy to know!", said Zea as she yawned.

"No manners!", said Syam, leaving the dinner table with his old breakfast plate to the kitchen.

"Duh, den Sham. I'm the one who's done it!", said the aunt who saw Syam wash his food.

"That's okay Bik, Sham is normal!", said Syam smiling. Bibik looked at the face of Sham who was very similar to his master. Anyone could definitely guess if Syam was Glen's son.

"Chay to the room!" said Syam, wiping his hands with a napkin hanging near the sink faucet.

"Yes, if you need anything, call a aunt!" he said.

"Yes Bik!", replied Sham. Syam went back through the dining table. Zea was still sleepy at her dinner table. Still sleepy but forced to eat! Yes that's how it is!

"The slacker!", muttered the Sham that must have been heard by Zea.

The boy was sitting in front of the laptop screen. Before his fingers typed, Syam was silent for a while. Until finally.jemari was agile to play keys laptop keyboard owned by his stepmother.

Family**

Does anyone know what happiness is like? Sure did! Everyone has their own version of happiness. Some just eat together with their families, maybe like that is already very happy. What about me???

My name is Arsyam Nadir Saputra. I'm not selling my sad story to go viral like it's trending right now. Whyyy??? Because I feel much more fortunate. I was surrounded by good people who loved me and were sincere with me regardless of where I came from.

Where did I come from? I was born from a mistake! But ... I won't mention it here! Let disgrace in the past be our secret.

For the eleven years I have lived, only recently have I met my biological father and also my sister on my papa's side. Am I happy???

Of course I'm happy! It turns out.I still have them, besides my biological mother and my different older brother's father. And also.I have someone who made me suu'uzdon before. In fact.he was so good to me. The cruel stepmother story, to me, is really just a story. Because in fact, my papa's wife was a good mother.

Does anyone know? Being me is not easy. But I have people who care so much about me. So, do I still deserve to enjoy what HE has given me all this time?

I may be a little late to meet my papa again, but there is nothing for me to regret. Because God gave me this kind of destiny that I had to go through so that I could become a strong person.

And you know what? Without diminishing my gratitude in the previous days, today I am very happy. I've dreamed of this. And it turns out, my dream came true.

Impressed trivial, just take a walk and spend time on the playground. But.i'm happy! I can hang out with my papa! The man I missed more than ten years ago.

Seeing them laughing, I laughed too! I feel perfect having them, again! A lot of things have to happen before we are this happy.

For those of you who are still asking, what is the definition of happy? No need to search far! Because happiness is created, not sought.

My family, my happiness. Thanks

Syam 🙂

Sham reread his writing. He did not expect to win at all, but he just wanted to pour out his happiness and gratitude through writing. Syam knows, maybe in other parts of the world there are far more suffering but stronger than Sham.

But whatever it is for Sham today is to be grateful for what is already there.

After rereading, he sent the email to his homeroom teacher. Just finished sending it, Zea snuck into the room of Sham.

"Ngapain?", asked Zea who knew already sitting on the bed of Sham.

"Astaghfirullah!", Sham was surprised at him.

"Oh my God, you saw me Sham! Look at the devil!", Zea blurted her lips.

"Isssh ..lagian you play in there is no sound! Not polite!", said Sham flat without sin.

"You have nothing to do with his concentration. Why else?", Zea tried to look at the contents of Syam's laptop.

"Ckkkk...not your business!", said Syam closed the laptop. Zea sneers.

"That's really cool! Rich business man! Papa's not all that!"

"The problem????", Sham sings sucks.

"Ih..kuh nyebelin know not Sham!"

"What do you want?", asked Sham to Zea.

"Say to Opa's house! Ayok!", take Zea.

"What road is picked up by Mang Ujang?", asked Syam.

"Take a bike, I'm a bonceng! Heheheh!", said Zea cengengesan.

"You want a bike bonceng with pants that short?", asked Syam while looking uncomfortable towards Zea. Zea looked at the shorts she thought were normal above the knee.

"You're just going to opa's house, Sham. It's still in the complex here too! Not going to the mosque!", said Zea.

Sham shook his head slowly.

"Whatever!!!", said Sham leaving Zea who was still sitting on the bed of Sham.

"Ehhhh! You wait in the garage. I change my pants first!", said Zea Manyun as she stomped her feet into her room.

"You rich Angel, can you also learn to wear a rich hijab? Minimal closed pake! You are a teenager. Must be able to keep your own aurat! Later who became the person in charge in the afterlife is papa! But whatever it is, it is also if you love equally papa!", said Syam while going down the stairs.

"Kok being a bandwant me to be Angel anyway??? He was in the dormitory to wear a hijab!", Zea still could not accept. But Syam seemed to ignore it.

Her name is also Zea, although her mouth is repetitive like a firecracker, she finally wears long pants, long-sleeved shirts and a hijab that she rarely wears. Maybe just in time, maybe!

Sham took out his bike. The one in the shadow of Sham, the bike can be for the bonfire. But turns???

"Udah right??!!!", asked Zea who made Sham sculpt for a moment.

"Yes!", replied Sham while looking at Zea's much better appearance.

"Dear your sister if you wear hijab??? Don't be in the same band as Angel! I don't like it!", Zea folded her arms around her stomach. Somehow the tiny Aunt Zea must be compared with a nephew who is older than him. I wonder, but this is a fact!

"Narsis!", said the prestige Sham praising Zea.

"Iiihh.Had his only brother is very!", said Zea.

"Here you really want a screwdriver? Where?", asked Sham who was watching his bicycle.

"Yes in front of this! If not, stand at the back!", said Zea casually. Sham bergeming.

The handsome boy thought of Zea's idea. Such bells remain equally at risk.

"You go up first!", encourage Zea to let Sham get on his bike first. After both times the Sham was ready to maintain the balance of the bike, Zea sat himself in front of the Sham and sat on his side.

"Yuk! Slow down, driver!", said Zea, without sin. Syam took a long breath. Zea's behavior really pissed him off. But want like anything against Zea must be tipped with emotions. As a result, Syam began to ride his bike.

Good thing Opa Surya's house is not far, just different blocks. Complex roads are not crowded because most of them people work.

"Syam!", call Zea who sits in front of Sham.

"Hum!"

"School is here again just like me, huh?" Zea bargained.

"Ngga!", said Sham without seeing Zea.

"Why?", asked Zea Bavel.

"Males meets you every day!", replied Sham honestly.

"What do you still hate about me?" asked Zea, looking back at Sham.

"Ngga!", answered Sham briefly.

"You're weird to know about sham! If it's me and papa, why it's so cold. But if you're with brother, Om Arya...You can be chatty!?"

"Don't know!"

There was no more chatter from the two brothers until their bikes arrived in front of the luxurious gate of the house.

This is the first time that Syam has come to Surya's residence. His opa was working out of town after arriving in Jakarta a few days ago.

"Yuk!", take Zea to Sham who just put down his bike.

"We have Ze's guests, not Opa's car, right?", Sham asked Zea.

"Most of Opa's business friends, come in!", forcibly Zea pulled up the arm of Sham until it stumbled along with Zea. And the boy just resigned to the behavior of his sister.

"Assalamualaikum!", Syam gave his greetings before entering the living room.

"Goddessalam! Zea, Sham! Opa's grandchildren, here baby?!", Surya got up from the sofa welcoming the arrival of his two favorite grandchildren.

"Opa just got back from out of town?" asked Zea.

"Yes Ze. By the way, yesterday you were satisfied with the streets?", asked Surya while patting Syam's shoulder slowly. The two boys nodded.

"You go back first, wait for the opa next to the pool. Okay?", Surya said.

"Yes, Opa!", replied Sham and Zea compact. Surya sat in front of his guests again.

"I'm sorry, miss the grandchild!", Surya said to his guest.

"Who is Zea with?" asked Surya's business partner.

"Of course my grandson!", replied Surya proudly.

"How come? Isn't Glen's son just Zea huh?", asked the guest again. Surya did not answer, he only smiled.

"The bottom line is, they are my favorite grandchildren!" said Surya. Her guests no longer forced Surya to tell her stories.

The face of the boy, was indeed very similar to Glen's. Is that Glen's son? Don't you think Glen has a mistress? Hey, I gotta find out. Could Glen be involved in a scandal and will cause a bad image for the company Surya Atmaja if the rumors circulated??? Inner of the guest.

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