My Son Is My Strength
The arrival of Marvel

Right Bian turned off the phone from Mr. Adi, and entered the room again. The curtains used by Arini simultaneously open, featuring a beautiful and graceful figure with a wedding dress wrapped perfectly on his body. Unknowingly, Bian stepped closer to that beautiful and graceful figure.

"Pretty." Bian muttered softly, continuing to step closer to Arini, without turning his eyes away in the slightest. It was as if she had been bewitched by this beautiful, graceful figure.

Arini who saw Bian getting closer towards him, suddenly her heart beat rapidly. Moreover, he had seen the murmuring of Bian's lips that praised him 'beautiful' increasingly making his heart can not be controlled anymore, already like a person who races horses only. Arini lowered her head, hoping that her heartbeat could be controlled, and returned to normal as usual.

Azzam who was sitting saw Bian enter, without looking back let alone greeting him. Looking towards Bian's gaze towards the curtain where his mother changed clothes. And it turned out that her mother had finished changing, and was now wearing the wedding dress she had chosen earlier.

"Mama is so pretty she's wearing that dress." Praise Azzam, run up to Arini.

Azzam's shrill voice made Arini and Bian realize that there was a child waiting on the sofa. Bian suddenly stopped, noticing Azzam as he entered. And Arini, he looked up to see the boy who ran up to him.

"Mama, she's so beautiful." Praise Azzam again, when he was in front of Arini and circled the dress that was being worn by his mother. Arini smiled getting such praise from her son.

"Om Bian, you're a pretty mama, aren't you?" Azzam asked, asking for an assessment from Bian. Bian nodded in agreement, because Arini was indeed very beautiful wearing the wedding dress. Without even wearing that dress, she was already very beautiful. Mumbled Bian praising Arini only in heart.

"Hows it? Do you want to try on another dress or buy this one?" Ask one of the boutique workers.

"We'll just buy this one." Bian replied, the boutique job nodded. "Oh yes, the dress please just deliver to this address." Bian gave the worker a cup of address paper, as he could not wait for the dress to be wrapped. Wrapping the dress takes a long time. Moreover, he had to take care of Rangga's affairs.

"Good, Sir. We'll take this dress to the address listed here, and please pay for the dress at the cashier to the right of this room." Said the worker, then petrified Arini again changed with his clothes earlier. Bian and Azzam went to the cashier to pay for the dress.

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After going from the boutique to do their wedding dress fittings, Bian invited Azzam and Arini to lunch first. After lunch, he drove back to Arini's house. And here they are, in front of Arini's house.

"Om go home well.. jagai mama, don't make me tired." Bian rubbed Azzam's head and kissed his head. "Will be tired when marriage is over." Bian looked at Arini, and just made Arini's eyes widen to hear him. What the hell does that mean. Inner Arini.

"Eh... If the marriage is tired, Om?" Azzam did not understand.

"Yes, of course." Bian answered, raising his eyebrows while looking at Arini. Arini who saw Bian like that, so frowned suspiciously.

"Then don't get married." Typal Azzam, made Bian surprised to hear it.

"Eh.. can't do that dong boy, you don't want to call om be papa." Bian Gelagapan.

"But, Azzam was afraid of mama's ignition." An innocent Azzam replied, making Bian exhale calmly. He had just thought that his son would not allow him to marry Arini.

"The problem is that Azzam does not need to worry, there are om who help and take care of mama later. Besides tired for a while, let's go it's delicious." Obviously Bian, and Azzam just beards.

"Eh. already, he said he was going home. There's an important problem to solve, isn't there?." Arini stopped Bian and Azzam from listening to their conversation.

"Hmm.. well, come home first...." Bian said goodbye, rubbing Azzam's head again before he actually left. "You're both fine at home." He looked at Azzam, then Arini, while walking backwards towards the whereabouts of his car.

"Bye-bye Om. be careful on the road." Azzam waved his hand, accompanying Bian's departure. Arini just nodded, and saw Bian entering her car. The car drove until it disappeared from the sight of Arini and Azzam.

"Let's go, come in." Take Arini to her child, turn around to prepare to enter their home. However, Azzam turned his head back because he felt that someone was calling his name.

"Hi, boy... See you again?" Marvel's greeting spread out both hands, welcoming Azzam who ran up to him.

"Uncle where have you been? Why just show up now? Is uncle okay?" Ask Azzam streak, who is already on top of Marvel's sling.

"Wow.. wow.. one-on-one dong questions, so uncle can answer. I'm confused which answer to answer to that." Marvel's timpal, Azzam laughs grimly.

"Sir Marvel.it's great to see you back, sir." Sapa Arini bowed respectfully to his co-worker three years ago. The first person who dares to give the most investment in a company that has just been in the startup three years ago, so that it can be trusted by other companies as well to provide investment.

"It's nice to be reunited with you Arini, oh yeah, don't call me Sir. We're not in the scope of work right now, so just call me by name." Clearly Marvel.

"Heh... I-yes, Marvel." Arini said, awkwardly. However he still felt alien to this man, like the three knew before.

"Still the same as before." Inner Marvel smiled faintly looking at the awkward looking Arini.

"Uncle. Uncle hasn't answered my question yet." Azzam's words disperse Marvel's daydreams.

"Ehh... Yes, what was the question?" Marvel pretended to have forgotten the question Azzam had just asked.

"Primony. hm." Azzam folded his hands on his chest, clenching his lips together.

"Heh... angry, is that it?" Marvel mentoel cheeks puffed Azzam, looks very funny.

"Azzam was not angry, but uncle answered Azzam's question earlier. Uncle where have you been?" Azzam repeated his questions one by one.

"French." Answer Marvel honestly.

"Why did it just appear now?"

"Uncle's done a lot."

"Is uncle okay?"

"As you can see now."

"Hmm. Look at it anyway, uncle is fine." Azzam. "But uncle.why leave without telling me first. Just so I asked mama, mama also did not know about the departure of uncle." Azzam said, recalling Marvel who did not say goodbye to him before leaving.

"Heh. i-iya, uncle forgot." Marvel is lying.

"Why can you forget? Do we see you in the office often?!" Ask Azzam again, don't accept Marvel forgetting about it.

Marvel is confused as to what to answer? He's been racking his brain ever since to answer all the questions from Azzam. Ah, it seems that not only his face was revealed to Azzam. But also his behavior. Azzam's behavior is very similar to the behavior of him who was chatty at this age. Both of them make me dizzy with their questions. Marvel muttered unspokenly.

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