Not Laila Majnun
L vs L

"Dad! Dad was smiling earlier. Why is there a reason?" Tanya Labib who was still rolling on the carpet in the living room because she was waiting for the mother who was accompanying her sister Latif to study.

"What's up, huh? the right question is so deck. Cobak repeated! " Lukman taught his second son to speak the right words.

"Daddy coke smile dalitadi. What's up, huh? Abis's father met cama ciapa? looks happy czech?" Labib asked more questions than his father had taught him.

"Pinter is this father's son. Though only taught one sentence aja" Lukman went to sleep on his stomach while looking at his second son.

"Abis met capa yah?" Apparently Labib could not stop asking questions before getting answers.

"Ohhh.... Is..." Lukman smiled again as he recalled the face of the girl whose skin looked unkempt and dull.

"Dad ceneng ba.."

"Can it be on deck?" Latif who was studying in the living room felt disturbed by his sister's babbling. Its taut and fierce nature is exactly like the nature of Lukman. plek-plekan.

Two different generations of people in the middle room just looked at each other without making a sound. Labib who heard her brother's loud voice immediately knew that he was angry. He put his index finger in front of his lips in front of his father's face.

Lukman smiled as he closed his eyes with the position of the face down as before.

"Dad tired huh?" Labib whispered in his father's ear. Lukman nodded even though his physique did not feel tired. He just wants to get seduction and physical touch from his son who is super sweet.

"Oh, is it a fluffy tad?" He asked while whispering again and the father immediately positioned himself to approach the wall so that the little one could hold on.

Labib immediately stood up and began to trample Lukman's body from shoulder to foot. This understanding and patient little one makes Lukman always happy unlike his first son. Already his face was exactly like his, his nature and conduct were not eleven twelve but equally eleven. It really makes no difference. One look, one can immediately know that it is his son.

If this little guy is sweet.his skin is white, his face is exactly like Laila. So you could say this is Laila's version of the guy. Almost similar to Doni only if the om his skin is more brown and his nose is not as steady as Doni.

Laila who accompanied the firstborn learned had yawned several times. This kid is a bookworm. If the child his age prefers to hold a different gadget with Latif, he is always fun when holding a book. Like opium can not stop when it is faced with a creature called a book.

Until the one who teaches or waits for his learning is tired he is still at home learning. After studying together with Bang Alif and Maryam around nine and a half hours he will return home and continue studying again at home. He just wants to be accompanied by his mother does not want to be the same with his father or grandparents.

Be the understanding little Labib who relents as usual. Give up the baby for his brother.

Labib had yawned many times but this time he was eager to be accompanied by his mother. It has long been felt that the mother did not accompany him to sleep. He maintained his sitting position so as not to fall asleep because his body had almost fallen several times with the typical sticky eyes of a heavy drowsy person.

"You're bobok cama mama...." His eyes were only a few watts but he still insisted on waiting for his mother who was accompanying his brother.

Labib then stood up and walked into the living room with a bold, timid look at his brother who was famous fierce.

"Mother.... Nantuk's sister. Bobok cama mama mama...!" He hugged Laila while glancing at the brother who had not turned to him.

"Mother sleep first! This brother is done!" Latif said without looking.

"Don't you really know if you're left with your mother?" The mother was a bit doubtful as well.

"Hehem" he answered with his eyes still focused on the book.

Laila immediately moved from her seat while holding the little guy to her room.

"This is cama powder mother teyus yes campek morning....!" Labib had already drowned his head between the necks of the mother. He frowned in astonishment at the request of the little one who was not as usual.

Lukman who heard the words of the little one also tumben in just like no objection.

After his wife and son both entered the room Lukman went to the living room to accompany his first son.

Latif who knew his father came did not raise his head let alone say hello. Just random. While the father went wrong.

Lukman sat some distance away from his son looking at the elder who was looking at the book seriously. Silence without a word.

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I ask permission Monday or Tuesday to come up again because my mother wants my little sister's daughter-in-law.

Thank you for coming this far to support me, love you