Micheal Emerson's Choice
BonChap (About Tanvir)

"Tanvir!!!"

Micheal yelled out his son's name with a rumbling chest.

While he was in his study, sitting in his chair while pressing the buttons of his laptop annoyed and his laptop was still not on.

"Tanvir, Papa called you! Here!" Shouted Micheal again and not long after, the door of his study opened very slowly, the figure of a handsome little creature walking gracefully towards Micheal.

His lips flashed an innocent smile, his round blue eyes staring at Micheal with contempt.

"She, Papa?" Asked the 5-year-old in a soft voice.

"What are you doing Papa's laptop, hm?" Michael asked gently. "Papa's laptop is broken" he continued.

"Tanvir didn't break it, Papa," replied Tanvir, his eyes fixed on the coffee he had on his desk.

Without hesitation, Tanvir tiptoed, and with great difficulty he tried to pull the glass. While Micheal only watched his son without helping him, when Tanvir got his glass, he drank the coffee just one gulp and then returned the glass to his father's table.

"Have you?" Asked Micheal and Tanvir nodded still with a smile on his lips.

"Okay, now answer Papa's question. Tanvir broke Papa's laptop? Looky!" Michael held his son and held him in his lap. "Dead." Micheal tried to turn on his laptop and it didn't turn on.

"Maybe it's time, Papa. That's why he died" Tanvir replied innocently which made Micheal immediately stroke his chest while saying Istighfar.

"Darling, the laptop had no end. He will die if it is damaged, and will not be damaged unless it is wrong in its use" Micheal said carefully. "Well, that's Tanvir mainin Papa's laptop, Tanvir's laptop?" Ask Micheal.

"Papa, Tanvir is a kid, doesn't know anything about laptops" Tanvir replied. "Ask the same Mama, Mama is an adult and must know." he continued.

"But Tanvir was playing laptop is not the same Mama, right? So, Tanvir apain, hm?"

Instead of answering, Micheal and Zenwa's son jumped from his father's lap. "So, Tanvir was just a push-pick and after that, pusshhh, dead," he said, still smiling sweetly.

"Oh my God, son," murmured Michael between annoyance and anxiety. "Papa is working on an important project, dear." he continued with a limp look, and instead of feeling guilty, Tanvir patted his father's thigh and said.

"Patience, Papa. Mama said, the patient person is in love with God and will go to heaven."

Hearing that of course Micheal immediately limp, I don't know how much patience he has facing his 5-year-old son. From annoyance, anxiety, even sometimes Micheal wanted to shout at him but then he remembered, this child is just a child who is growing and learning.

Tanvir laughed gigglingly, especially when the father ran out of his study, down the stairs and met the Mama who was currently arranging flowers in the living room.

"Mama.." cried Tanvir, Micheal lowered his son. "Mama, is his sister ready?" Tanvir asked, which made Zenwa grimace, he knelt down, until his face was parallel to his son's face.

"No, Honey. Patience." said Zenwa softly and at once his son pouted.

"Why did you make a sister for so long, Mama? Did Tanvir help you? Let's be quick so, all Tanvir friends already have a sister," said the boy scowled.

While Micheal was laughing, his son would help make a brother? Just be right.

"Darling, then yes. Make the sister is not easy, have to be patient first. Still, it can't be helped either. Only Mama and Papa can" Zenwa said

"Then, let's make a sister now!" rengek Tanvir while pulling his mother's shirt. Micheal laughed when he saw that.

"Yes, take Papa there! Toy shopping!"

Tanvir, a pretty smart 5-year-old. For the past few months, he has been asking for a sister because his neighbor and playmate already have a sister.

And almost every day he would ask his sister to his parents.

Zenwa will always ask his son to be patient, by being in the faith to enter heaven and in love with God.

In addition to the hobby of asking for a sister, Tanvir is also a hobby once playing on his father's laptop. And for the third time, he broke his father's laptop.

"Now Tanvir is playing, son," said Zenwa softly, and the boy nodded and ran for his toy.

"My laptop's broken again with him, baby." complained Micheal as he watched his son who was now putting together a puzzle on the floor.

"I told you your locker room, Pa."

"I've got the key, but .. but the key is missing, still hanging, hehe."

"Yes, so whose fault is it?" Micheal laughed at his wife's question, and he told her about what Tanvir said in his study that made Zenwa laugh.