My Son Is My Strength
Take Azzam to School

Sunlight shone on the sidelines of the window of the room that was still neatly covered in curtains. The two newlyweds looked very comfortable and tightened their arms.

Bian squirmed, slowly opening his eyelids, and when his eyes had adjusted to the light. Bian directly in the sport by the beautiful face of the wife.

Arini was still soundly asleep in the arms of her husband. Drowsiness and pain in the area of his collar makes him sleep soundly like this.

Especially after the dawn prayer, her husband did not give her a break, instead continuing his activities that had just finished at two in the morning.

Bian looked at the face of the wife who was fast asleep in peace. He rubbed Arini's cheeks gently, played her hair, then he smiled recalling their second night.

"I love you dear." Bian kissed a glimpse of Arini's lips, then he turned to kiss Arini's forehead with a long time. Enjoying a warm touch that radiates into the recesses of his heart. Arini was not disturbed by her husband's activities, she still slept soundly.

After being content to do that, Bian got up to clean himself up, went inside the bathroom. But before that, he first grabbed a blanket for his wife.

After cleaning up, Bian went into the dressing room. Wear casual clothes and go straight to the child's room.

Without knocking on the door, Bian went straight into his son's unlocked room. Seen there Azzam is neat wearing his school uniform.

"Morning my boy." Bian went in to say hello to his son who was busy choosing a book.

Azzam turned his head, and his face immediately expanded a wide smile. "Morning papa." Azzam ran over to Bian, and Bian immediately grabbed his child's tiny body to carry.

"Well, your smart son wears his own clothes." Bian praises his son and kisses him fat.

"Hehehe. i-iya dong pah, Azzam is already great." Azzam laughed amusedly, avoiding the kisses of his papa.

"The book's set?" Bian asked to see that Azzam's bag was neatly covered.

"Umm.. already." Azzam replied.

"Good job." Bian rubbed Azzam's hair, making the boy's hair fall apart again.

"Ahh... papa.. Azzam's hair is falling apart again....!" Azzam was on his back, seeing that his neat hair was now disheveled. It took him quite a long time to clean it up.

"Hehehe.. later papa recombined." Said Bian grabbed his son's bag, then he put it on Azzam.

Azzam turned his lips, his cheeks puffing red.

"Uhhhh. Don't dong, the handsome will be gone." Bian mentoel cheeks his son, making the lips Azzam more conical.

"Yes, papa will fix his hair." Bian took Azzam to the mirror, and took a comb, and began to repair the hair of his son who was disheveled due to his actions.

"No reward. It's on the comb to the right, not to the left." Azzam shook his head, not liking the way his papa combs. Bian again combed Azzam's hair to the right, because he had previously combed it to the left.

"That's above a little reward, don't go down." Azzam shook his head again, not liking.

"Yourf...." Bian sighed, deeply sorry for ruffling his son's hair. If you knew it would happen like this, Bian would of course think a thousand times to ruffle his son's hair. Because he had combed the child's hair for more than ten minutes, and Azzam was not satisfied with his sideline.

"That's a strand of. on top of it again a little bit, keep combing to the right. A little pah, half an inch." Coloteh Azzam instructs his papa.

Bian sighed who had not heard how many times, but as soon as he kept combing according to his son's instructions. As a sign of responsibility for his actions.

"Hmm...he follows whose habits? I've never cared so much about how I look." Inner Bian unspoken, it feels like he wants to cry about his son who is smart to wear his own clothes and watch his appearance very carefully. Even the short length of her hair is measured with centipedes. Bian really didn't think.

"Perfects." Azzam smiled broadly, his pursed lips replaced by that wide smile.

"Thank you for the reward...." Azzam turned his back, hugging Bian.

"Eh. careful boy. Her hair will fall apart again. " Bian's face was worried not playing, afraid that the hair was falling apart again.

"Hehehe yes." Azzam laughed grimly, looking at the look on his face. Let alone a few minutes like this, Azzam himself could spend hours combing his hair.

"Yes, let's go now." Azzam's spirit draws Bian's hand to leave for school.

"Come on. But before that papa wants Azzam breakfast first." Bian got up, put his son back together.

"Ready papa." Azzam put his hand on Bian's neck. The father and son headed to the kitchen for breakfast.

*****

They both finished breakfast, and now headed for the terrace of the house.

The car to be used has been heated by Mr. Yanto first on Bain's orders.

"Oh yeah, pah. Mama where? Kok Azzam didn't see mom from earlier." Azzam said fretfully because he had not seen his mother since.

"Em.. that's.. anu." Bian responded to a question from his son.

"Still asleep?!" Azzam repeated Bian's words, words that contain the tone of the question. "Is mom sick?" Azzam continued in a worried tone.

"Eh. no boy, mama's not sick. Just a little soy." Bian replied honestly, having absolutely no idea to answer this simple question from his son.

"Capparent? Butwhy? My mom doesn't work." Plain Azzam doesn't understand.

"Umm. That, mama finished papa's massage last night. Yes, papa's incandescent. So it's a sauce...." Bian's answer is lying. It is impossible to answer honestly this question.

"Ummm.. That's it, so mama's soy sauce because of papa's mijitin." Azzam nodded, just believe it. "But next time, papa can't tell mama mijit-mijit again. Cassian mama's a soybean, right." Azzam continued, sounding an indirect ban for Bian not to touch his wife again.

"Then where can make dede as soon as possible." Bian muttered softly, inaudible to Azzam.

"Hmmm..it depends on the boy, but later papa try not to often." Lirih Bian made Azzam frown.

"Eh--." Just now Azzam wanted to make his voice. But it was cut by Bian.

"The car's ready, boy, let's go up now." Bian diverted the conversation.

"Yes pah. let's go to school." Azzam stretched out his hand to be carried by Bian in order to ride in the car.

Azzam also went to school with his papa setar for the first time, his smile never faded from his tiny lips, the pleasure of being delivered by his papa like other friends. Now there is nothing more he wants, because all the happiness is with his parents. Errata, he still wants a baby dede.

*****

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