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"Hey! What are you doing!!" ansel's jolt, when he saw Melisa smothering Zahra's mouth.
Melisa instantly let go of her hand, smiling grimacingly.
"Are you stupid or what?! Zahra will not be able to breathe!" Ansel was still nagging, then drove his car again.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm just reflexed for listening to her words" Melisa said.
"It's okay, he's a kid anyway. I'm still understanding. Your attitude is too much!" answer Ansel with a ketus.
Zahra smiled as she looked at Mama and Ansel alternately. "Om, I'm fine" said Zahra.
"But it's not allowed, honey. Tell Om, if your Mama is like that again like you," said Ansel softly.
"Ready Boss!" zahra replied, saluting Ansel, making the man chuckle at her.
Not long after, the car driven by Ansel arrived in front of Melisa's house.
"It looks like it's going to rain" Melisa muttered as she looked up, looking up at the already darkening sky.
"Let's go in first, sir," Melisa asked, as she opened the door.
"Well, make me some warm milk" said Ansel, and went straight into the house, and sat down on the couch.
The house is a modern minimalist model, which Melisa bought 2 years ago. There are only two rooms in it, the living room, kitchen and bathroom. The house is not so big, but it feels comfortable.
"Huh? Warm milk?" parrot Melisa, dumbfounded and also wants to laugh.
"Yes, you didn't hear? Warm milk is good for bones as well as brain development!" ansel replied, pulling Zahra into his lap and mucking Zahra's cheeks with anxiety, making the little girl laugh out loud, because she was amused by the thin mustache of Ansel.
"But there's no warm milk here. It seems, I have to buy it first to the stall," said Melisa.
"Whatever, I want warm milk" Ansel replied.
"Yes," Melisa replied, upset by Ansel's behavior. He went out of the house, not forgetting to bring a piece of money 50 thousand in his hand, to the nearest stall. Not long after, he came back again with a bag of black crackle.
"I made the milk first. Please take care of Zahra, yes," Melisa said before going to the kitchen.
"Hem," Ansel answered with deheman alone.
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Melisa felt amused to see it, because only this time saw adult men like to drink warm milk.
Ansel immediately drank his warm milk with one throat, while Zahra drank it little by little. "Mama's milk is the best. Especially that milk ..." Zahra pointed at her mother's chest.
Ansel followed Zahra's index finger, instantly choking.
"Generic .... Uhuk ..." Ansel choked, patting his chest repeatedly.
Suddenly Melisa directly crossed her hands on her chest. "Zahrah!!" furious Melisa.
"What's? I'm just talking for what it is, if it's Mama's milk that tastes best. Has Om Handsome not tried it yet? If not, just ask Mama" replied Zahra innocently.
Ansel bit the seedlings underneath, while staring at the face of Melisa who was as red as a tomato.
"God! Why is his mouth the same as Malin? Not filtered." Ansel's inner, then turned his face away. His brain became traveling ria.
"Mel, it looks like I have to go home soon," said Ansel, leaving immediately.
"Ah, yes. Sorry, don't listen to Zahra's words" said Melisa softly, not daring to look at Ansel's face.
"Okay" Ansel answered, then walked out the door. However, he undoed his intentions when he heard the thunderous sound of lightning. Signs that it will soon rain.
JEDERRRR
JEDERRR
"Mama!!" zahra shouted in fear, Melisa swiftly clutching her daughter. Ansel sat himself on the sofa again.
Raindrops began to drench the earth, the sound of the roar of the wind sounded extremely frightening.
"Sir, you better go home later," suggested Melisa and Ansel.
Ansel moved, closing the door so that rainwater did not enter the house.
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