My Son Is My Strength
Comedy Play

The day passed so quickly, it did not feel like two more days Bian would return to his routine. Back sitting behind a desk holding a myriad of files he had to work on, traveling there, here, to meet clients.

Yes, in two days Bian will return to the office and live his busy days as CEO at Pratama Group.

One Week of vacation is still less according to Bian, he is not satisfied to spend time with his wife and child. If possible, he wants to increase his vacation time. But how else, his work had now piled up, and Rio started to get tired of working on it all by himself.

Realizing that his vacation will end, Bian invites his family to spend time together in the remnants of his vacation.

Bian invites his small family to spend time outside, invites Arini and Azzam to go to the playground. The largest park, and the park that has a lot of games.

"Asikkk." Azzam was jumping with excitement, not when he had just heard his papa invite them out for the weekend together this Sunday.

"Uhhh... Azzam can't wait to ride a comedy swivel." Said Azzam imagining a ride on a swivel comedy. "It must be so exciting." Azzam continued to imagine it while smiling.

"Hahaha of course boy, we'll play as much today." Bian carried Azzam, apparently they were both on the porch. The car has been heated by Mr. Yanto since.

"Here, put the hat on." Arini appeared behind the door, carrying two hats for the two men, while the hat for her was already worn first.

Azzam lowered his head, so that his mother could wear a hat for him that was being carried by the father.

"Umm.. Mama's son is very handsome." Praise Arini for putting a hat on Azzam's head neatly. "It's mas...." Arini puts a hat on her husband.

"Eh. I also want to wear it baby." Bian blinked with blinking eyes.

"Ih, you spoiled bastard." Arini pursed her lips, but kept the hat on her husband.

"Hehehe. let, what matters is the wife's own effect." Said Bian who immediately got a pinch on his waist by his wife.

"Yes! If the same wife is watching." Threatening Arini made the man afraid, because of the sharp gaze of the wife with index finger hanging in the air.

"Damor...." Azzam laughed, covered his mouth with those two tiny hands, looking at the interaction of his two masters.

"Yes, we've gone yuk... Azzam was impatient." Azzam also invited his two masters.

"Les't go." Bian led his little family to their car.

They boarded the car, exited the gate of his house to the main gate of the housing, and joined in the crowded Jakarta road with other vehicles.

Thirty minutes more were in a car with the streets so jammed, not making the little family to undo their intentions. They are patient and enjoy the car that runs like a snail because of the density of the streets of Jakarta. Understandably on Sundays, many also do weekends like this small family.

And less than forty minutes later, the car was already parked neatly at the destination. Azzam's face was beaming ever since he entered the gate. How not, all the toys were clearly plastered in his eyes, very tempting, and even Azzam was impatient to play all those games.

Azzam got out of the car in a great hurry, followed by his two masters.

Arini and Bian sing a smile, looking at their impatient child. Bian approached Azzam and grabbed the tiny body to carry.

"No need to carry pah, Azzam can walk alone." Azzam shook his head.

"Papa is afraid you are straying, so it's better that papa is fat." Said Bian staring at the crowd of the garden.

"But--" said Azzam cut off by the voice of his mother.

"Dear, it's very crowded here. Mama's afraid you're missing, so it's better that papa's holding you." Arini gives understanding to the child.

"Ummm, yes it is." Azzam understood the meaning of his parents. "Azzam also does not want to make mom and dad worry." He continued, now he wrapped both his hands around the neck of the father.

"Which game did you try?" Bian asked the child.

"That's the reward, Azzam wants to try a comedy play." Appoint Azzam on a running horse-drawn-round comedy.

"okay." Reply Bian approached the playful comedy. Make Azzam's face shine. He did not stop moving in Bian's arms because he was so happy, Arini walked side by side with these two men. His hand was held by Bian's free hand.

They came to the comedy, Azzam chose his own horses that he would ride.

"Azzam wants to ride this one's reward." Azzam rode the swivel comedy he chose. Bian nodded and prepared to ride the horses with his son.

"Eh. papa wants to say something." Azzam asked to see his father riding a horse with him.

"Of course ride a horse with you boy." Said Bian who had rode one horse with Azzam.

"But Azzam wants to ride his own reward...." Lirih Azzam who wants to ride the horse-riding comedy is alone. Arini watched the father and son from a distance, he did not intend to come to play.

"Eh... if Azzam falls how? Later papa can get tantrums with mama." Bian said he would not come down. Honestly, he was afraid if his son would fall at the time of this comedy play. And not only that, he also wanted to try this swivel comedy.

"Of course not reward, Azzam has often climbed this with mama and aunty Arumi. So you don't have to worry." Answer Azzam who often rides a comedy swivel with his mother and Arumi.

"Oh so." Bian got off the horse-drawn comedy after hearing the explanation from his son. He also approached the wife who was sitting in a chair not far from the comedy swivel.

"Darling...." Call Bian spoiled, make Arini immediately round his eyes, people now look towards them not when they hear the voice of Bian so spoiled.

Arini got up from her seat immediately, then approached her husband. "Ih... mas why the hell? Shame on seeing the same people...." Arini whispered in the ear of her husband.

"You ride it, baby." Bian ignored the words of his wife, and those who looked at them. He pointed to the swivel comedy that was soon to run.

"Yes, just go up." Arini pointed at the comedy play listen to her chin.

"But the ride is the same as you." Bian continued again with an increasingly spoiled voice, making Arini immediately pat her own eel.

Uh. spoiled this husband. The inner Arini is unspoken. Arini also agreed with the husband's invitation to ride the comedy swivel, rather than being watched continuously by everyone around them.

Bian and Arini ride the comedy, riding one horse together. Of course, Bian's wish again.

The swivel comedy began to run, initially slowly, but over time increasingly dating. The children laughed happily, excitedly, enjoying the game.

"Yes.asik-asikkk...." Children's laughter broke, as did one or two parents who took part in the comedy.

Another case with Bian, he even screamed in fear. Just this time he tried a game like this, his childhood he never played it.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Shouted Bian in fear, hugging tightly at the waist of the wife.

Arini clucked, her ears seemed to break hearing the scream of the husband. But on the other hand, she laughs at her husband's response to a swivel comedy. Her husband's hand that was coiled on his plate seemed to tremble because he was so afraid.

"Hahahaha.who told me to go up mas, even use spoiled voices again." Arini laughed unceasingly on the sidelines of another laugh.

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