My Son Is My Strength
Mama Wants a Grandchild

Alysha folded both her hands on her chest, turning her face away. Forget it, her stomach was struggling to fill it. Bian just relax, wink back his shoulders.

"Easy." Mr. Dean spoke up, making his two children look at him. "I invited you to come to dinner today, not to fight with your sister Alysha like this." And then again, looking at Bian.

Making Alysha above the clouds because someone supported her, she stuck her tongue out at Bian. Clenched one hand. Yes. The victory sign this time, won by him. Bian rolled his eyes. Little boy, that is what it means.

After the quarrel of the two people, the food on the table can also be touched. Alysha was excited not to play, because her stomach had been thrashing since earlier. And now she can eat.

"Alysha's pants, who are you eating the fight with?" mama Mira asked, seeing her daughter eat too much. Not finished food in the mouth, has scooped inserting food again.

"Yes, mah. Hungry for that." Alysha's timpals on her mother, with food filling her mouth space.

"Ih...." Bian shook his head, not liking the way Alysha ate.

Actually Alysha is very hungry, but this way of eating he deliberately right. Since he knew that Bian did not like the way he ate, seeing him like this made Bian not****dine. And the plan was successful, Bian did not****dining.

"Why is food just stirred up like that? Don't you like the food? Let the ministry make a new one and suit your taste now." Said Mr. Dean, observing his son. Alysha smiled.

"No, pa. I love this food." Said Bian, eating food with a very lazy taste. He has no appetite not because of Alysha, but is thinking about something and how to solve it.

Eating with ogah-ogahan by Bian, eating with voraciously even almost faltered by Alysha. Under the attention of Mr. Dean and Mama Mira, it was finally finished. They cleaned their mouths with the tissue that was already available on that long table.

Finished cleaning his mouth with the tissue, Bian got up from his chair. Climb the stairs to his room. But not two steps to the stairs, Bian has been called by his mother.

Bian stopped, turned right, heard what his mother wanted to say.

"When are you getting married, Bian?" ask her mother, who Bian had guessed. That question has been very often thrown, and heard by Bian repeatedly. It was like a broken cassette, obligated for him to listen to every time he came to the Mansion.

For the second time, Bian rolled his eyes. Partly the answer to the question from his mother, he just put his shoulders. Then continued his steps up the stairs to his room.

"Stop Bian!" Mr. Dean spoke up, again stopping Bian's steps towards his room. Bian had just set foot on the fifth step. He turned his body, facing the dining table where the three families had not yet left from their seats.

Mr. Dean dismissed Bian, not that he wanted to interfere with his wife and child's issues discussing when the marriage was. Wasn't it! But, because he did not want anyone to be disrespectful to his wife. Moreover, his own children are educated to always be polite to others. Whether small or old, these two children must remain polite. But, it seems like Bian ignored all of those upbringing.

"You must answer your mother's question!" Said Mr. Dean coldly, seeing Bian yeng was turning his body there.

"Don't I answer that!" Bian followed the intonation of Mr. Dean. "By raising your shoulders." Next, knowing the face of his father. Which seems to ask 'answer with what?'.

Mr. Dean did not accept Bian's reply. "Be a little polite to Bian, let alone in front of your own parents." Said Mr. Dean firmly, and loudly. Making his wife, Mama Mira hold the hand of the husband in order to calm him.

"It seems, what I taught all this time was in vain." Said Mr. Dean again, locking his gaze on Bian's pitch-black bead of eyes.

"So when are you going to marry Bian? Mama's been so eager to hold a grandchild." Mama Mira is still puffing with the question, even though the atmosphere is not right now. Because of how else, Bian rarely met them.

"I don't know, mah." Bian replied better, he rubbed his face slowly realizing the treatment just now.

"And mama didn't have to find me a candidate, I could find her myself. There's no need for you to interfere in my marriage to whom." He said again, before his mother again said she wanted to find a future wife as usual.

"But mom really wants to ask for a grandchild, Bian." Mama Mira, looking at Bian.

"Actually the same mother has many grandchildren now. If only, you wouldn't have made that rule on us." Bian ambiguous.

"And it's not just me who can give you grandchildren." Said Bian staring at his sister, the person in the stare confused himself. What the hell does that mean. "Alysha can also give grandchildren to you!" Bian said again, leaving Alysha's eyes wide open.

"What do you mean, Bian." Ask Mama Mira who does not understand with the intention of the answer from the child who looks ambiguous.

"I didn't mean anything." Replied Bian turned around, back up the stairs. Not paying attention to what Alysha said to her.

Protesting his words earlier.

"Eh.. Why am I following along. It should be that the older brother who gave the grandchild to mama is equally papa, because the older and older brother is already almost entering the head of three." Said Alysha hardening her voice to be heard by Bian. However, did not get a response from Bian despite listening to his sister's words.

"I want to lose in terms of giving grandchildren." Shouted Alysha again defiantly, but still ignored by Bian who had now opened the door of his room and closed the door again.

"Big brother why?" Alysha asked, turning to her parents. "It seems like his mood is not good." Furthermore, got a response from his mother's head.

Mr. Dean did not respond to the child's words, he got up from his chair. Then left the dining table followed by the wife who also left, to their room. Leaving Alysha there, she looked at the unfriendly faces of her parents, as well as her sister Bian.

"They're all why?" Alysha asked looking at the backs of her parents, and the door of Bian's room that was up there.

The mood of Mr. Dean slightly changed due to Bian's treatment, he really did not like the attitude shown by Bian earlier. While Mama Mira, she was disappointed and confused to hear the answer from Bian. Moreover, his ambiguous sentence was, which made him think about it until now.

Bian himself, his mind is no less confused with his parents. He was confused, anxious, afraid, and what other sentences could describe his condition now.

Since hearing Arini's words, really in the lema unceasingly approached Bian. He did not want Azzam to call others papa, and if that happens. Then, Bian would really lose both. Yeah, both. Bian seems to have started to love Arini.

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