Eagle And Emila
Forgive mom ~ 8

This morning after the checkup, Zeze helped Mom to get into a wheelchair. He said he wanted to get some fresh air.

"No, Ze. But mama's really lemes." Mamah seemed hesitant when Zeze's tiny body wanted to block her.

"Slow down mah,"

Zeze was all his might holding his mama body, yet it was all in vain.

Bruk!

They fell both with Zeze position under the mama.

"Zee!" yell mamah.

A man ran towards the room when he heard such a loud scream.

Royan approached them immediately. At first mamah was confused when he saw Royan, but he was silent when Royan raised his body. Because Zeze looks in pain too.

Royan immediately sat his body in a wheelchair. "Aunty isn't papa?" his question rubbed his knees as if there was dust there.

"Help Zeze, please" mamah said reluctantly to look at Royan.

"Aren't you papa?" Royan's question helped Zeze to stand up, rubbing the woman's back which seemed to be in shock as well.

Zeze shook his head and held onto his waist. "My waist is a bit of a pain."

"Why not call me that." Royan looked at Zeze with worry. Then switch to staring at mama. "May you help Zeze's waist massage, Tan?"

Seeing Zeze's agonized look on his face, Mama got rid of all his ego. "Yes." Yeah."

Royan helps Zeze to lie on the couch.

"Can you?" tanya mamah is so doubtful, or lest this is just this male mode.

"Can tan.."

"Can't mah, Brother Royan attended the same college as Brother Eagle. They can all massage." Zeze chuckled softly remembering that.

"Alright, just beware that Zeze's why." Mama's sweat that showed her worried face.

Doubtfully Royan uncovers a little sweatshirt that covers Zeze's waist. Although he was used to seeing it, this time in front of his mother. So, how can he calm down.

"A little bit not it." Mamah's sweat.

"Yes tan." Royan was so nervous.

Royan kneaded Zeze's waist plan. "If the pain says yes," he said softly.

Zeze nodded, always trusting this man to heal his wounds.

"Try to sit down" said Royan to help Zeze to move.

Zeze smiled, "live up the pain."

"You can be here." Mama spoke coldly.

They turned their heads, Zeze held Royan's arm about to answer.

"Sister Royan temenin Zeze from yesterday mah. Sis Royan who is looking for fruit for mamah, nebus prescription drugs mamah, he is willing to sleep outside because Zeze should not be here. Fear of anger." Zeze stared fearfully at his mama.

"So, tell him to go." Mom was so reluctant to look at Royan.

"Yes, Royan has to work. Later tonight just come here again."

"You can get Reza, Ze. He'll accompany you." The mama word that made Zeze sigh.

"Zeze, Anter brother Royan used to be mah." Pamit Zeze pulls Royan's hand out of there.

"I'll take care of you as much as you. Although he refused, but trust Ze. I do all this because it is the desire from the bottom of my heart. I want to make sure you're both okay."

Zeze nodded, grabbing Royan's hand for a sniff. "We work from here, yes, brother work first. Zeze will take care of Zeze really, you don't have to worry that Reza here."

Zeze replied that the decapitation was not less tight. "Yes, brother."

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This afternoon the spirit of Royan is so passionate because it successfully signed a cooperation contract with Elang Group. He moved his feet with vigor towards the room of Mamah Zeze.

Sweet martabak and rabbit satay are already in his grasp. Zeze ordered the food because he had no appetite, he said.

But his steps stopped, his smile faded, when he saw Zeze standing in front of the room with Reza.

"You saw that, didn't you heal as soon as I looked." Reza's words still sounded faint with Royan's distance is quite far.

"Your mother has been healed from this morning." Zeze stared dislikefully at this confident man.

"Next week we fittings bridal clothes yes, you hear yourself will mamah you tell me what." Reza still maintained her smile before Zeze.

"I'm actually surprised why you are so forced to marry me. Even though I also know new, there is no advantage that I have. What are you really looking for?" Zeze's sharp gaze fell on Reza.

Reza nodded and smiled slightly. "You turned out to be quite observant for this affair."

"Tell me what you really want!" Zeze was so emotional this time. But the grip on his shoulder made Zeze a little calmer. Staring at Royan is a calm and comfort for him.

"Go!" Banish Royan who was lazy to argue.

"You can touch it now. But just look starting next week Zeze's mine." Firmly Reza before stepping his feet to go from there.

Zeze repeatedly sighed when he saw Reza's footsteps getting further away. "Zeze doesn't think the same as him."

Royan rubbed Zeze's hair gently. "The more he comes here the more suspicious he becomes. Brother will find out about Reza Atmaja."

"Zeze is no longer strong ngadepin her brother."

"Prophe Ze, eat martabak first let it calm down." Royan reviewed his smile while handing over the pouch.

"Son always knew what Zeze wanted." Zeze clasped Royan's hand to enter the room. "You go to sleep, just relax."

They sat on the couch enjoying a sweet martabak of peanut chocolate flavor. Zeze feeds Royan painstakingly, knowing that Royan does not like to hold a martabak that will dirty his hands.

"Where is your mother?" ask Royan while chewing.

"It's been light. At least I can go home tomorrow."

Royan. "Ze, you better come home. Accompany her."

"But sister, what if you force Zeze to marry Reza."

"You take it easy, slowly I will try. I'm not gonna let that happen to Ze."

Those eyes that were still closed, heard clearly what they were talking about. He could not deny that Royan was so considerate and keep Zeze. But still there is a discrepancy when the child is with the man.

"May you melt quickly, brother." Zeze was writhing spoiled on Royan's sturdy arm. And the sentence that had just been spoken made my heart so bitter to hear it.

She was like a cruel mother, not allowing her child to be happy.

Forgive me, Ze.

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