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After calming the two students, Anisa immediately entered the room of the husband sir. Turns out it was sprayed first by Dad. Haha. Too bad for that guy.

"Dad knows your mood is up and down again, but dong Han should be able to hold or rule out first. Name taggung responsibility yes responsibility. Can't be that way. If you can not attend directly, it can be online," said Dad at length.

Suddenly Anisa's chest was so congested seeing Farhan being scolded like that. Even though it was not easy, Farhan's condition was also due to Anisa's self.

Oek! Farhan is back nauseous. He ran to the bathroom. I was amazed to see Farhan. Is it possible that her child also feels nausea? Or just a regular wind? Understand, I do not know if Farhan also nausea to feel the suffering of Anisa. All I know is the change in attitude.

"Quiet Well... Mas Farhan is just another nausea innate content Anisa really... Earlier this morning Anisa had called the doctor, he said such a thing is natural," explained Anisa when she saw the worry on the look on Dad's face.

Anisa approached Dad. He sat down next to Dad and touched Dad's fingers which still looked healthy even though the little wrinkles were already there.

"I'm sorry, Faridz, yeah... Mood up and down the kayak was hard to control... Suddenly, Anisa also apologized with the two students..." Lirih Anisa's.

Huuff! " Yes that's it... I'm going to Dad's room. Honey, you take care of Farhan, don't let it go like that, " Dad said and then came out of Farhan's room.

Whats! Whatisit? Farhan's crying? Really dah! A clear drop decays from the firm male eyelid? Oh no! It felt like Anisa wanted to laugh but also pity.

Anisa approached Farhan and stroked his shoulders. Now it's Anisa's turn to be patient taking care of pakmil. It seems like both of his children want the suffering of his parents to be equal. Haha. Both feel the suffering of the pregnant women.

Suddenly Farhan hugged Anisa tightly. It was as if it had not given any gap at all for Anisa to let go.

"Mas has to teach first..." Anisa.

"Mas and adukkan also wear perfume, but not nausea tuh?" Ask Anisa wonder.

"If you know what you are, you don't know, you like it" replied Farhan.

"If so, adek who want to talk," Threatened Anisa. Spontan Farhan shook his head that was on Anisa's chest and further tightened his embrace. Anisa desperately held back amusedly.

"Yes, he taught me online... Tell the class leader.. Cepet ah! I'll be home soon!" Firm Anisa.

"Yes-yes,"

This serepot and sullen Farhan used to take care of himself? Anisa felt guilty, but she was happy too. It feels fair, being able to feel each other's pain.

Farhan started to pick up and open his laptop. Still etched a tinge of laziness on his face. He started to open the zoom application and provide stimulus to the students. He did not apologize at all for the long delay. Ow! Basic father of this one.

"Don't pout Mas!"

His face was made cheerful. Although he was teaching, Farhan's heavy hand was not released at all from holding Anisa's fingers. Looks like it should completely replace this lecturer.

...Seriate......