My Son Is My Strength
Article Baby Dede

Mama Mira escorts Azzam to Arini and Bian's room after they finish breakfast. He took Azzam, and Mr. Dean walked beside them.

Arriving at the door, Azzam knocked on the door of his master's second room with his tiny hands while calling their names.

No answer was heard, making Mama Mira smile herself. The desire to get a second grandson seems to be carried out soon.

"Hihihi. Your son is so quick." Mama Mira said hitting Mr. Dean's arm. Master Dean only nodded at a glance, responding to his wife's babble.

Mr. Dean approached the bell, pressed his doorbell. Because it's possible that Azzam's knock wasn't heard until there.

Ting...

The voice echoed inside Bian and Arini's room, making both of them moved to open the door.

"Wait here, let me open it." Bian said, Arini died who was putting their clothes in a suitcase.

Bian walked towards the door, opening it.

Chequek...

Azzam and Mama Mira who were in front of the door excited themselves to hear the door will soon be opened.

The door was opened, showing Bian in his casual dress.

"Lad...." Call Azzam, and by reflex he hugs Bian's long legs.

"Hey.my boy." Bian raised his little body to carry.

"Yes papa." Azzam smiled, finally he had someone he could call papa. Someone he dreams of very much in his life. His life and the life of his mother. Her dream of having a complete family materialized already.

Ah... discussing that, Azzam so remembered something. He looked inward, looking for the figure of his mother to ask something very important.

"Mahs... Uh...." Call Bian open the door, allowing his two masters to enter.

Mama Mira hears Bain's call, but her focus is now on her beloved granddaughter who's wailing around looking for someone.

"Who's looking, baby?" Mama Mira asked, looking towards her grandson Azzam. Her feet followed her husband who had entered first.

"Find mama.. hehehehe." Azzam replied still wailing.

"Mama? It's mama." Appoint Bian to the figure of his wife who is now closing the suitcase, because their clothes are finished being cleaned.

"Mama...." Call Azzam, moving down from his papa sling to approach the mother.

Bian dropped Azzam, and Azzam ran to Arini. Arini turned her head, a perfect smile on her lips. He stretched out his arms to embrace Azzam.

Mr. Dean and Mama Mira are already welcome by Bian to sit on the available sofa in their room.

"Mama... Azzam kangeenn - bangett." Azzam hugged Arini.

Arini chuckled at the boy's words, but just last night they didn't meet. It made her son act like this.

Bian walked over to his wife and son, but his steps were held back by Azzam's words.

"Mama... mama... dede baby oek... oek his Azzam is so, right?" Azzam asked releasing his embrace from his mother. Already since he wanted to ask that, he could not wait to have a baby as said by his grandmother.

Arini froze at once to hear the question from her son. Where does this child know about this baby that has just been said?

Master Dean who was stared at so by Bian, just shrugged his shoulders not knowing. Bian turned to look at his mother. And look at the face of his mother with a very bright smile. Even so they were, sunflowers lost with the smile of this mother.

"De-de baby?" Arini asked stammeredly, gulping her saliva. Don't know what to answer to his son's question. In the lyrics of the husband, to help him answer.

Bian who understood Arini's glance, immediately approached the two. He pulled Azzam in his arms, and he sat on his king-size bed holding Azzam. Making Arini breathe a sigh of relief, surviving the question of the child, as well as the glance of the in-laws who now glanced at Bian with squinting his eyes.

"Azzam wants a baby?" Bian asked and was immediately taken in by Azzam.

"Yes already, later mom is equally papa make dede baby." Bian said, making Azzam and Mama Mira reflex cringing. Arini's face was now hot, flushed red from the embarrassment of hearing the conversation between the two of them.

"Azzam wants to dede baby how much? A one? Or Two? Hmmm." Bian asked again, Arini's face turned red. While Mama Mira frowned more and more inside. Mr. Dean was indifferent to hearing their conversation.

"Wait, this morning grandma said papa and Mama again make baby dede. Eating Azzam was forbidden here at dawn." Azzam said plainly, Bian looked back at his mother. And Mama Mira even looked back at him sharply.

"That's baby, papa and mom didn't get to make it." Obviously Bian, did not want his son to expect much.

"Yes...." Azzam said disappointedly.

Mama Mira who was listening to that, her eyes perfectly widened. The hope of having a second grandchild soon disappeared.

"What! So you haven't made me a second grandchild?!" Mama Mira asked blatantly in a high voice. Making Arini want to hide himself, even in the ant hole was so embarrassed he heard the question from the mother-in-law.

"No chance mah, who told you to hold a lot of relationships." Bian replied in a relaxed tone, making Mama Mira glare in anger.

"You.. You're too much! Time makes me a second grandson you said no time?! Or you're the one who's less nimble!!!" Sarkas mama Mira did not accept with the answer of the child. Bian just shrugged, unwilling to argue with his mother.

"This kid!" Mama Mira is now riding apoplexy, seeing Bian just shrugging his shoulders for serious questions.

He got up from his seat, stood up, intending to approach Bian to teach him a lesson. But his hand was immediately restrained by Mr. Dean sitting next to him from earlier.

"Mah..lah." Said Mr. Dean, telling his wife to sit down.

"But reward...." Mama Mira looked at her husband, telling him to let go of his hand.

"Have... been..mama don't need to rush for it." Said Mr. Dean to calm his wife.

"No need to rush?!" Mama Mira asked in an emotional tone to her husband. "Why don't you want something, have a second grandson soon?!" Ask Mama Mira again.

"Help me papa mau mah..." Answer Mr. Dean. Yes he does want a second grandson, but there is no need to rush like this wife wishes. Because of course he knows the circumstances of Bian and Arini who need time to adjust themselves to this relationship that has just been established, and not only that, he said, he also wanted his grandson Azzam to get happiness from his parents before his parents had another child.

"Then?" Mama Mira raised one eyebrow.

"It's not time to think about that." Mr. Dean replied, successfully making Mira's mother sit back down.

"Keep what to think?" Mama Mira asked again, looking at her husband. Still withholding anger at Bian.

Mr. Dean did not immediately answer his wife's question, he glanced at Bian and Arini's suitcase. Mama Mira followed the direction of the husband's glance, and looked at the newly packed suitcase. It cringes. Don't-don't. Mama Mira's mind guessed.

"Don't tell me you guys got out of this hotel and moved into your new house." Guess Mama Mira, be anxious.

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