Gannaya, My Adore
GMA 2: It's up to you!

"What, Deck? Straightened hair?" Ammar repeated, pretending not to know. Actually, the man was not surprised by the narration of his son, he knew that was the desire of Adela these days. But, he considers the request of the child is a momentary desire.

Adela nodded with a clear look as if she was seducing. "Yes, Pah. Lulucin, yes. I'm haircut like a noodle,"

Instead of pity, everyone who heard laughed because it was funny. They think the curly is just kidding or cuddling for a moment. Unlike Gana who is silent. He looked at his son for pity. Because every night before going to bed, Adel would always whisper to Gana.

"Well, timana? Papa boyehin ndak?"

"Mama hasn't spoken, son. Later, yeah. Sunday, pas Papa work holiday. If you're afraid now, Papa's tired, keep getting angry."

Such is the conversation of the child and the mother, if Adela is remembering. In fact, when Adela first asked her hair to be straightened. Gana asked Ammar for permission. And the decision was very disappointing.

"Where, Bang? His son kept asking. Pity if not obeyed." asked Gana for the third time.

"No anyway! Adek is a child. The new three-and-a-half years already want to pacemin his hair, let alone use chemicals. Talent drugs so, will not last long, Deck. Unless Adek wants to be dibotakin! Let the seed be straight. If you want to straighten your hair like that, I don't love you! Watch out for you, just take Adek to the salon without your permission!"

Since the little argument between her and her husband. Gana no longer discussed Adela's wishes. He will only give reason for reason to his fourth child to continue to be patient.

"Don't you, Pah?"

Ammar. The children's laughter also died down. Seeing Adela who was so clear, made Gana play an eye to Ammar if you want to let it.

And actually.

"If not now. Later if Adek is already big," the pretext of Ammar. He still doesn't want to.

"Yahhhhh ..," exclaimed the child sadly. He looked at Gana in front with the iris of his eyes already glazed over. I knew the boy would soon cry.

"May you, Bang. Kasian Adek," said Gana.

Ammar sighed, he looked at Gana with a stern look. "No!" the man remained firm. A father will use logic. But, a Mother? It will only wear feelings. Impeccability becomes the axis of origin.

And.

"Huwaaaaaaaa .. mauh dilulucin his hair!" the boy finally cried. His mouth was gaping wide along with tears that continued to fall.

"Kahhhhhhh, ninah!" alda waved her hand to approach him. He was sad to look at his brother who was crying loudly.

"Not to be taken care of your hair is good, Dek," said Aidan. He wanted to wipe his sister's body, but Adela did not want to. He does not like the lap of Ammar. Ammar tried to calm down, locking Adela's body movements that continued to thrash, he wanted to kick the dining table because he was upset.

Gana just shut up. Unwilling to help Ammar silence Adela. Let's just think, the man is also looking for disease. "What's the trouble 'sih, Bang participate the will of the child?" grunts Gana.

Ammar was silent. He was lazy to argue. Get up from the chair to hold Adela, calming the boy down.

"I'm afraid it's covered in stray hair, Pah!" his yell. "Ndak mauh nanih-nanih!" he continues to thrash. "Maaamaaaa ..." he reached out to Gana, for the woman to come to him.

Rora, Taya and Aidan rise, he approaches his sister who is still sulking. They tried like Ammar to calm Adela down.

Already lost appetite everything just because Adela sulked.

"Eyden, Taya, Rora sat down again. Let's finish your meal!" tell Gana in a cold tone. His three children also complied. They sat in their seats again.

He got up from his seat, turned his steps to approach Adela who was still forcing her down from Ammar's sling. He forced his son. "If you don't get permission, that's okay. But, Adek will still take Adela to the salon!" resolutely.

Ammar knitted his eyebrows dislike. His jaw started tightening. He could have been emotional, but he could have endured it.

"Mama .. would like to be stripped of her hair," Adela still asked. He held both hands around his mother's neck. Gurgled lamented the sadness in the heart. He did not think his Papa was always good, even did not approve. Ammar rubbed his fuming face, dizzy his head because the wife was not as thoughtful as him.

Gana dekap Adela in her arms. Wiggling the boy's body here and there. Brushing his hair and back. The woman who gave birth to Adela three and a half years ago with a history of babies twisting the umbilical cord, soothing tears. He knows the sadness of the child. He is not confident in the shortcomings he has.

But, according to Ammar and his extended family. Adela is unique. The lack that he has is an advantage. Curly hair that he has, is a derivative of his great-grandfather. Mama Mira, Papa Bilmar's mother. Adela's beauty is similar to her great-grandmother. So, Papa Bilmar if he misses his mother, he will hold Adela.

Adela once asked Mama Alika to straighten her hair. And Papa told Ammar not to grant it. He wanted Mama Mira to feel alive and in the middle of their big family. However, the man had not said the truth to his wife. He didn't want to, Gana was disappointed in her Papa.

"Yes tomorrow Mama straighten her hair," replied Gana.

"Dad!" ammar Sentak. He broke through the conversation between Mother and Son. And Gana doesn't care. He took Adela to sit on his lap, began to feed the boy and Alda ate.

"Anyways, I don't agree!" ammar exclaimed, he again threw his ass in his chair again. Want to eat back the menu of the fast openings that have not been exhausted.

"Adela is also my son, Bang! I conceived, gave birth and suckled her. I also have the right to allow, what my children want!"

Ammar looked up again, looking at Gana with the food he was still chewing. In a hurry he swallowed forcefully to hurry to answer. His heart felt hot, because Gana who usually complies, so defiant.

Although Gana meant, it's not like that. He has also given advice to Adela, about her hair that will be damaged later. Her name is also a child, Adela is difficult to understand. Gana just didn't want to, the kid got sick. Because of any unfulfilled desire, the curly would definitely fall ill for days. The boy is as sensitive as he is.

"Yes, brother, you know. But the one who's been making a living, working from morning till late so you can eat that, Ab----"

"Then, from tomorrow I will ask Gemma for a job in my Papa company" Gana interrupted her husband's speech without looking at the man. He was busy feeding Adela and Alda.

Ammar shook his head faintly, in disbelief. It's hard to talk well again.

"As far as you!" reply Ammar cold.

He was back to enjoying dinner. In his heart he cursed today. They just made up about Yanti. But now the storm is back. Yes so is the problem in the household, will always go up and down will not always be smooth and smooth like Alda's ass.

"OK, well," Gana replied. The woman was challenging. His heartache because Ammar even become so. And Ammar regretted saying that. He even ignites the emotions of a bull when it burns.

The atmosphere at the dining table is getting hotter. In the month of fasting, they both even ignited emotions just because of the matter of the child. Comparing who is more deserving, stronger to allow whatever their children want.

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