My Son Is My Strength
Azzam Angry Same Papa

In the living room, Arini and Azzam were relaxing. The two of them lay on the sofa while watching a cartoon. Light snacks are presented on the table, making their watching events more enjoyable.

The clock shows at 14:20, Arini and Azzam occasionally yawn due to drowsiness. But because the cartoon is very exciting, making both of them undo the intention to take a nap.

Arini actually invited his son to take a nap, but somehow he was very interested in the cartoon film watched by his son. He also watched the film with Azzam.

The sound of the door opening, made the two people reflexively turn to the source of the sound. Arini and Azzam's eyes were wide open not to see who had entered.

"Buck...."

"Lad...."

Arini and Azzam wake up from his bed, they both run to the person who just entered it, none other than Bian, forget their very exciting cartoon.

That shout made Bian turn his head towards them, uh open towards them, but towards his wife. His smile immediately expanded, out of nowhere, he came running to his wife and immediately grabbed her slender body.

Bian immediately carried his wife with a million feelings of regret, releasing all the longings that tormented him these few days.

Azzam who stretched out his hand from earlier wanted to be carried, now jumped up and down, calling the father to be carried like his mother.

"Papa. papa." Shouted Azzam jumping up and down while stretching out his two hands. "I also want to be carried rich mama." Azzam raised his voice so that his parents turned their heads down, looking at his tiny body that also wanted to be carried.

Bian and Arini only realized their son, because they gave each other a longing for each other. Bian also sent down his now misbehaved wife, as well as himself. They could forget this adorable little prince.

"Oh. papa's most handsome son." Bian grabbed the tiny body of his now wry-faced son. After he gave his briefcase to his wife.

"Why is his face like this?" Bian fused his face with the child's face, moving left and right. However, all Bian's treatment did not get a response from Azzam. He grunted, his hands folded on his chest, his lips pursed furiously.

"Uhhh... The story is again angry with papa? Papa just came home." Say Bian mentoel cheeks padlocked his son.

"Yes, Azzam was angry with me. Huft...!" Said Azzam sighing furiously, Arini scratched her non-itchy head. How is this, Azzam is already sulking.

"Azzam really angry with papa?" Bian asked raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, Azzam maaraah!" The boy turned his face away.

"Oh yeah?" Bian pretended to be sad-faced, slightly lowered. "Papa bought a lot of toys for someone." Bian was still acting sad, Azzam did not say, but he listened with interest. "Butiii, it seems that the man will not accept it." Said Bian glancing at the glance of Azzam's face in his carrier, Azzam's eyes wide open. His mind is now filled with toys.

Bian began to mention the only toys he bought in Hong Kong, Azzam gulped his saliva hard. All those toys are for him.

"There are cars, motorcycles, planes, kapte-" Bian did not mention the only toys he carried, but Azzam already said first.

"Where? Azzam doesn't see." Azzam said he still maintained the look of his angry face which was soon torn down by the toys. Bian smiled, the sturdy walls of Azzam's anger now split. Arini shook her head, knowing her husband's intentions were to entertain their child with the toys.

"There's a way outside, just to be brought in soon." Bian.

And sure enough, Bian finished saying that sentence. Some of the toy boxes were brought in by Rio and Pak Bhanu. Azzam's eyes twinkled wide to see the number of toy boxes that entered it. There are boxes of cars, planes, motorcycles, American captains, and more.

"All toys are for you." Said Bian looking at the twinkling eyes of his son.

"Yes, but on one condition." Bian's remarks brought Azzam's previous attention to the toy, now focusing on it.

"Condition? What condition?" Azzam asked furrowed his brows, his lips pursed funny. Making Bian smile repeatedly at his son. Tired, as well as his body that is less fit, now back more excited, and better.

"The signal Azzam can no longer be angry with papa, not so mah?" Bian said, and immediately asked for his wife's opinion.

"Ma.mmm...." Arini nodded in agreement, launching negotiations between her son and husband.

"Hmmm...." Azzam thought for a moment, biting his upper lip, one hand holding his chin. Bian and Arini waited for the answer from this prince of theirs with curiosity.

"Alright, Azzam is not angry anymore either papa." Azzam nodded in agreement, but a moment later. "But don't repeat it again!" Azzam pointed his finger.

Arini smiled stiffly, recalling the incident that just happened. It was fortunate that his son did not bring up the details, as Rio and Pak Bhanu were getting closer.

"Yes, papa's sorry." Bian said and immediately got a nod from Azzam. The nod made Arini and Bian breathe a sigh of relief.

"Sir, where do these toys go?" Rio's asking denounced for a moment the conversation between the child and the father.

"That's it." Bian pointed at the living room sofa table. Rio and Pak Bhanu also brought all the toys there.

Rio's steps were filled with a million questions. “Padala was in pain, but why does it look okay now?” Rio muttered in his heart, while racing towards the sofa table with the toy box in his hand.

"Well, let's go there." Azzam moves on Bian's sling, wanting to follow his new toy.

"Yes, you guys look at the game first. Mama wants to get some water for papa to shower." Arini's words were immediately confirmed by Azzam.

"Now come on, pah." Azzam brought Bian back. But instead of stepping into that game. Bian even approached his wife who had not left. His treatment made Azzam cringe.

Not yet Azzam said, want to invite her back to see the toys. Bian had already brought his face closer to the wife's face, intending to kiss her forehead. But what happened, Azzam first banished his papa lips so that they stuck to his puffed cheeks.

Bian immediately glared, this was not what he wanted. Arini shook her head, it was brave that her husband wanted to kiss her here. Though there were still Rio and Pak Bhanu, almost his face was red as a boiled crab like yesterday. But fortunately there was his son Azzam who drove away.

"Azzam also wants to be kissed, hehehehe...." Azzam laughed innocently, without any sense of sinfulness because it had foiled the mission of the father.

"Dear." Call Bian not to tell his wife to leave.

"I'll take a bath first, make you take a bath." Arini answered, without looking back.

"Hehehe. Now it's our turn to go there." Azzam with his crybaby laughter, and ended with his innocent smile again invited his papa to their first destination.

Bian with his disappointed face, could only see a plain smile from the baby. He laughed heartily, returning his son's laughter. Then they went to the sofa, saw the new game with Azzam's face smiling happily, the face of Bian who was still disappointed because he did not kiss his wife.

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