My Son Is My Strength
Help from Super Boy

An unfortunate incident on the playground, makes the little family return to their home.

Arini no longer sat beside the wheel, she sulked, still not accepting Bian's behavior. Shame is not playing, so his face does not want to be put anywhere. Intentions help, even make the man kebablasan, in public again. Huft... Arini sighed, her lips pursed furiously.

Bian steals a glance, looking at his wife's sulking face in the rearview mirror of the car. He bit his lower lip, it seemed like the action he had taken this time was extremely fatal. Bian's face changed, worried, scared, popping up and over again. And what he is most worried and afraid of is not getting his ration tonight. Uhhh. It would really torture him if that happened.

Azzam was sitting next to Bian, next to the wheel. Just staring at the confused two of his parents? What exactly is going on? Azzam's mind is unspoken. But never mind, he was not too willing to bother with the problems of his two masters. What he thinks now is how he can change their weekend back to fun after the incident.

So, maybe by doing that will also make the relationship between his parents will be good again like this morning. Azzam held his chin, puffed his cheeks left and right, thinking.

After an exhausting journey, the little family arrived at their home. Bian stopped his car in front of the porch, Arini immediately went down without saying a word.

Bian and Azzam looked at each other. Bian with a worried and fearful face, and Azzam with his face that was getting confused.

Bian grabbed Azzam, then in his cradle. He took his son to his room to rest.

"Papa mama first, you rest yes. if you need anything just call sister Lia same sister Lula." Bian rubbed his son's head, then kissed the tip of his head.

"Ma...." Azzam nodded obediently.

Seeing the nod from his son, Bian immediately walked quickly, that half ran towards his own room, so that he quickly caught up with his wife who was sulking.

Bian's feelings of anxiety never reached the door of his room, he approached the door, and opened the door of their room slowly. His head gawked in, looking for the whereabouts of the wife. However, Bian did not see. He again circulated his gaze throughout the room, still not seeing the existence of the wife.

"Is he in the bathroom?" Bian muttered into the room. He walked into the bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Darling... Are you inside?" Call Bian, still knocking on the door. "I'm sorry for what happened, I'm being lazy." Bian continued, but did not get a response from Arini.

"Darling... come out dongg. You can punish me in any way, as long as you don't inhabit me like this." Bian spoke again, and still did not get an answer from Arini.

"Darling...." Bian stuck his ear in front of the bathroom, there was no sound of water burning. He held the bathroom door and opened it.

"none? Where the hell is he?" Bian did not find his wife in the bathroom. "Maybe in the dressing room." Bian continued to the room.

But still, Arini's whereabouts were not found. Bian also called out his wife's name, his worry growing.

He went down to the first floor, looking for it in the living room, gym, work room, dining room. His wife was still not found.

Bian also walked to the kitchen, he passed Bi Minah who was carrying vegetables.

"Bi. look at my wife." Bian immediately called Bi Minah and asked her whereabouts.

"Mrs. I saw her go up to the second floor, sir, seeming to be heading to the room." Replied Bi Minah, frowning slightly, because she saw the face of Bian who was so worried. However, he did not dare to ask her about her employer's affairs, let alone interfere.

"Well second floor?" Repeated Bian.

"Yes, Sir." Bi Minah replied while nodding.

"Yes Bi, thank you." Bian immediately passed in front of Bi Minah, as if he knew the whereabouts of the wife.

"Ahh...why didn't I check the guest room earlier? He must be there." Bian ran small, climbed back up the second-floor stairs and headed straight for the guest room.

Bian decided not to knock on the door this time, he just held the doorknob, moved it slowly, and it turned out that the door was locked from the inside. Bian's face that was originally a little crisp returned moody to find the door closed. He thought of another way to open the door to the guest room.

"Smatch lock!" Bian immediately ran towards his room, looking for the spare key. On his way there, he opened a drawer, where the spare key was kept.

"Well..where's the key?" Bian gawked, staring into the drawer, not finding the spare key. "Surely he took it." Lirih Bian limply, he walked back to the guest room with a stagger.

"Darling..open the door, I'm sorry about the playground." Bian knocked on the guest room door. "I'm really sorry, baby, I didn't realize, I was being flattered." Bian continued to say solemnly with his whining tone.

Arini who was inside did not say anything, she just heard their tone of her husband. Who told you to act like that. Arini's inner self covered her face with a blanket.

Long Bian knocked, apologized, but still no results. The wife still did not open the door.

Bian turned around, staggering to his son's room, like there was no other way but to ask the super boy for help.

Without knocking on the door, Bian went straight into his son's room. Laying his body flat on the soft mattress Azzam, he settled the ceiling while thinking of himself who would not get the ration of the night.

"Well...." Bian rubbed his hair in frustration, Azzam frowned at the behavior of his papa, he walked towards Bian.

"Why why?" Tanya Azzam also put herself on the bed, just like Bian.

"Boy...." Bian immediately hugged his son, whining like a child. Even Azzam shook his head in disbelief with what he had just heard.

"Help papa, make mama no longer angry with papa." Moving the tiny body of Azzam.

"Come boy, help papa, think about how...." Bian was still moving his son's body, with a whining tone continuing to come out of his mouth.

"Giiiimaaaaaa want tooolongnya paah. papa just hug Azzam until this." Azzam's speech was unclear due to a hug from Bian.

"Eh...." Bian just realized his treatment. "I'm sorry, papa wasn't intentional." Bian grinned, releasing his embrace from the child, his face still implied sad.

"Ma.mmm...." Azzam nodded, condescending.

"Hmmmm. Azzam actually has thought about it, even since the car earlier." Azzam's words made Bian rise from his bed.

"really?" Tanya Bian was convincing.

"Umm... Even Azzam has a plan." Azzam got up and sat facing each other.

"What?" Ask Bian curiously.

"here." Azzam tells Bian to come closer, but Bian follows because he has no plans to make his wife forgive him. When his papa was approaching, Azzam whispered something in Bian's ear, making the man almost three heads smile all the time.

"Good idea." Said Bian, and took joy with the child.

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