
Ajeng stroked his chest in relief when Reza had already come out from inside this room.
Really, for a moment Ajeng was stunned to see his good looks, but the man had a cold look in his eyes, scaring him.
Screaming, Ajeng did not dare even though he only admired.
Sean laughed, laughing at his own father.
"Sean, it's laughable, it's not polite ngetawain parents," said Ajeng in a soft voice, he sat back on the carpet while Sean was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his black Batman robot.
"Like it I want to laugh, why mbak Ajeng so bothered?" cynical Sean, now his gaze turned cold, exactly with the gaze of Reza earlier, pluck ketiplex.
Ajeng even jerked, a while ago they communicated very well. Sean was polite to him.
But what was happening now, Sean even looked at him with a petty look.
"That's not what Ajeng Sean meant, but it's rude for Papa Reza to be such a laughing stock."
"Mbak Ajeng himself is wrong, why call my papa as sir? oma never said, never call my papa sir!"
"Yes, you're wrong, sorry?"
"If you call Mr. Reza, he's not my papa, he's a stranger!" reply Sean in a high tone.
"Yes Sean, I'm sorry, let's play frog again."
"Lazy, I want to play outside!" jolt Sean without feeling.
O Allah. To the point of calling the name of the Lord, seeking tranquility from this sudden change.
After putting down his toy robot, Sean picked up his frog and stepped out, Sean said the frog was named Malvin.
Following the little boy's steps, he would always accompany wherever Sean went.
"Mbak Ajeng, we're playing in the back garden huh?" invite Sean, now smiling warmly, as if forgetting about their debate a few minutes ago.
Ajeng again confused, began to learn to understand the true character Sean.
"Why in the back garden? mbak Ajeng see the park in front is very good," Ajeng replied.
"But at the back it's better."
"Where'd Sean go?" asked Oma Putri, now Sean and Ajeng have indeed arrived in the middle room.
Sean did not answer Princess Oma's question, the boy just glared at her. So Ajeng answered ...
"You're playing in Oma's back garden."
"That frog tell throw Jeng, slovenly, soon also lunch, do not play for long," said Oma Putri in a soft voice, afraid Sean heard his words and ended up angry.
While Ajeng only nodded, among his footsteps that continued to follow the foster child.
He was flabbergasted, his mouth gaping and a little smiling. Just look at him he's already feeling so happy.
But it is impossible that Ajeng took a bath there?
Only for a moment did he admire the pool, but then immediately screamed when he saw Sean had entered into a puddle.
"Sean!!" pekik Ajeng, he's like a howl.
How can in a beautiful place like this there is a duck pond like in his village so.
"Oh my God Sean, what are you doing?" anxious Ajeng, his face looks scared and confused.
It's very dirty, Ajeng thought.
"This is where Malvin Mbak plays, I just accompany him to play." replied the little boy, really Sean is a very handsome boy, but why is he naughty like this?
"But not to join gini Sen." Go to sigh.
"Sean mbak Ajeng, not Sen." He did not accept being called Sen. Instead of answering the question Ajeng Sean instead discussed a nickname.
"It's hard, it's good to call Sen."
"Sean Ma'am Ajeng!"
"Sen!"
"DID!"
"SEN!" pekik Ajeng was no less powerful.
"Damn!!" Sean who was furious immediately pulled Ajeng to fall.
It ended with the two of them laughing in the dirty puddle. Not wide, but the soil is red and a lot of water that makes everything dirty.
The cry of the two of them until it was heard up to the 2nd floor, in their respective rooms Reza, Ryan and Rilly saw the scene.
Rilly laughing.
Ryan smiled.
While Reza remained staring with a cold gaze.
While Oma Putri below directly massaged her throbbing head, if it was like this it felt like she had even gotten 2 naughty grandchildren at once.
"Oh, dizzy me. Calm down, calm down, maybe that's how Ajeng deket same Sean."
Oma Putri re-entered, without caring for the two who were playing mud.