My Possessive Bodyguard's
CHAPTERS. SPECIAL 8

"Dad."

"Hm?" Victon glanced at the cute voice. "Why baby?" His heavy voice came out along with his trademark smile.

Zyan who usually does not talk much, now becomes chatty. The influence could be because of meeting with a friend. Because it's been all about Cheryl and Cheryl again.

"Dad why love Cheryl more? From the same time he mulu.... continue we do not go home again, huh? It's good as oma-opa, don't go back to Germany....." Zyan said non-stop.

The babble made Valerie and Victon chuckle together. Rarely speaking, but upon opening Zyan's mouth turned into a reporter instantly. This is why Victon and Valerie agreed to see for themselves the growth and development of her son, without involving the nanny and the others.

"Where is that father?" Victon said gently without losing his focus while driving.

"There! Cheryl cheated too.

my mother's time I can't pinjem. But he took daddy like-like... I'm the same mother ah, same males as dad." Zyan turned away.he chose to snoop in Valerie's warm embrace as if he was sulking with his father.

It should be the struggle of the heart with Valerie not with Cheryl who obviously rarely met. However, Victon himself could not choose because before Zyan existed, he was close to the small Cheryl.

"Cieeee lashing out? hey time the hotshot is so heh?" Victon made a blubber of Zyan's cheeks to provoke chaos.

Sure enough, not a few seconds Valerie's front shirt feels warm and wet. Apparently crying in silence has become a habit of Zyan which often makes Valerie often do not understand.

"Darling, Zyan cried.....you are!!" Seeing Victon not stop teasing Zyan actually makes Valerie follow-up upset.

"What cry? there's no sound......" Victon couldn't believe it if Valerie hadn't forced Zyan to show her face.

"this..."

Eyes reddened and snot spilled everywhere. Amazingly Zyan could hold his voice and as much as he could so that Victon himself could not believe it.

ciiittt..... Victon pulled the car over in a safe place and then switched to Zyan of course. "Oh Allah....here and there, my father's car will?" Zyan lowered his head and bit his finger before finally answering with a nod. For whatever it is cute. Victon could not help his son's anxiety.

Chequek.....

"Jajan used to flinch, let's go with you."

Everywhere, small children are easily persuaded by the lure of snacks. Especially shy but willing is the original character of Zyan from an early age.

At first he kept his face hidden in his father's chest. However, Victon had a surefire way of persuading little Zyan. " Are you sure you don't want to? it's delicious...see father nih. heeeemmmmmm sineak...yak...yak." legendary rolled eggs that became typical street snacks now become the ultimate weapon for Victon.

cups.cup...

Victon landed a kiss on Zyan's cheek that was still pouting and occasionally wiping away tears. "Udah dong. I'll do everything Zyan wants, how?" Victon.

"The original agent sir." Valerie also bought a serving of rolled eggs that were suitable for her son's tongue. Not too fond of spicy and salty, bland flavor that again reminds Valerie of something.

"You want it...." Point Zyan at the lato-lato seller down the street.

"Ready!.......one what many?" Tempted Victon again when Zyan already looks better.

"one."

Tek..etek....tek.... Such is the typical sound of the reflection of two plastic balls. Honed and formed a musical instrument, it was fun so that Victon also joined.

"Well, can you play?" Valerie asked as she fed the egg and Zyan did not care because she was engrossed in her new toy.

It doesn't always have to be fancy just for a smile. An expression of 'i love you' or 'I love you forever' does not have to be always said, because affection can be shown with action and togetherness.

...-FINISHED-...

mizyan Afzal - Abbash

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