Not Struggled (R4)
BDJ 94: GRANDCHILD SPOILER
BDJ 94: GRANDCHILD SPOILER
“Huft.”
Breathing again sounded for the most time from men who were enjoying a jumbo-sized Choipan. Choipan itself is a typical Pontianak food with an outer appearance in the form of thin and chewy white skin, filled with varied fillings, ranging from jicama and ebi. There is also taras and chives and ebi stuffing. Choipan is usually served with a sprinkling of fried garlic and spicy cocoa sauce. However, when buying this one meal must be ensured in advance, halal or non-halal.
“Ngerjain I was a man.” Complaints were then heard after the breath.
He was sitting alone in the living room of Radityan. Unaccompanied by his two twins, he is only friends with MacBooks who have been faithful to accompany him since. At this hour, the two twins are still hytics. One is busy working, while the other is of course carrying out tasks in the unity.
In addition to his twin, the siblings who are the same age as him one by one have returned to their respective homes, including the members of the Pradipta family. No exception to the idol of the heart, Dusk Pradipta.
“Gue already belain engganterin ayang go home for the sake of noticing the movements of the bangs*t. Tau his, wrong catch.”
When the idol returned to New York, he was unable to deliver, because he was a hytic with security problems. Plus at that time their position was still backstreet. Only the parents of Pradipta know about the relationship between the two young people. The others have not been told.
“Why are you, Dav? Looks so grim?”
Getting a question from the woman dressed in syar’I who was walking closer, Davian immediately raised his head.
“Eh, don't bother, Tea. If thirsty, Davian can take it himself.”
“No hassle, really. Just brought you here, because Mbak you asked to deliver food to Oma.”
Davian nodded as he received the glass filled with sweet iced tea that Alea had just proffered. The distinctive aroma immediately smelled as Davian received it.
“It's different. Not the usual brand of tea, huh?”
Alea nodded while taking a sitting position. “That herbal tea, its name is ciplukan tea. By-by from Mas Nathan's parents.”
“Ooo, pantesan smells different.”
“Teh ciplukan it said is good, and has a variety of benefits that are good for health. Among them can overcome diabetes, lower blood sugar levels, lower high blood pressure, prevent stroke, protect the liver and kidneys, maintain eye health, maintain bone health, lower cholesterol, increase immunity, and improve health, until treating joint pain.”
“Woah, so many benefits.”
Alea smiled behind the face-covering cloth. She had returned to Radityan's residence with her husband this morning. He was also initially confused, because suddenly the husband gave information if they had to go home to Jakarta immediately. When on the way home, Alea had asked ‘why’ they had to go home ahead of schedule. Even Gean—adik-in-law—who immediately intervened to pick them up using a private jet owned by the husband's family.
Usut had a stretcher, it turns out there is a figure who entered the black list of Radityan family who has arrived in the country. Who else if not Louis who had been interested in Alea. He even used various means to obtain Alea.
So far only Davian, Nathan, Alea and Gean know about Louis' arrival to the homeland. No other Radityan or outsider knows about it.
“Zaujati (my wife).”
Hearing the familiar voice calling out, Alea immediately turned to the direction the sound came from. While Davian who also turned his head, immediately smiled wryly. Contrasted upside down with the look on the face of a man who had just entered the room with a few large mangoes in his hand.
“Teh Alea hasn't hamidum, Bang. Why bring all the mangoes? ‘kan has not cravings,” sloth Davian.
“Only pregnant people can eat mangoes?” instead of answering, the beautiful man who had just returned was asking questions back.
“Not really, anyway. But, you know, if the mango is identical to pregnancy and sexual arousal,” Davian said with a annoying grin created on his lips. “The origin of mango contains many nutrients, one of which is vitamin E is abundant. This vitamin can help control sexual hormones.”
The newly married couple about 2 weeks was compact speechless to hear the sentence that had just been thrown by Davian. Seeing the response of the two, the man who was busy operating the MacBook immediately laughed out loud.
“Yes Allah, sorry. But, the expression of this one couple makes a brutal ngakak,” Davian babble on the sidelines of his laughter.
It turns out that in addition to making Nathan and Alea stuck, Davian's laughter was very loose also attracted the attention of other married couples who had just entered the room.
“This fat boy why?”
Alea and Nathan turned to the questioner. The two then shook their heads.
“Why you?” ask Anzar.
The couple who just joined is Anzar and Airra. They were immediately made curious when they saw Davian's laughter.
“Aduh, my stomach hurts,” complains Davian when he unraveled his last laugh. So busy laughing, he was not aware of his MacBook that almost fell. He was not even aware of having been told ‘bocah gendeng’ by Anzar.
“Davian seems to have just teased Nathan and Alea, huh?”
No Jaim-jaim club, Davian immediately nodded. “Sorry, the end is funny,” said Davian sincerely. “Lagian Abang same Tea Alea just teased dikit aja already equally nge-freeze. Though what Davian made a joke just now, it's a fact, you know.”
“What kind of facts do you make a joke of?”
“Practice about mango fruit identical to pregnancy and sexual arousal.”
Anzar who had just taken a sitting position next to his nephew immediately cleared his throat loudly while closing his eyes for a moment. Age may have been two heads, but the behavior of Davian Radityan sometimes resembles a child. However, that is the plus point of a Davian who is always a happy virus wherever he is.
“I'm not wrong, Om, Aunt. That's a fact.”
Davian nodded. He then kept his MacBook in a safer place, then turned to the om. “Omong-By the way, do you want to have a grandchild right away? Davian was curious.”
“That's privacy, Davian,” Anzar replied as he clenched his nephew's neck with his bicep arm.
“Aduh, Mom. Don't do it, pity Davian,” Lerai Airra. He parno himself saw the closeness of om and nephew.
“He where is the pain if diginiin doang.” Despite this, Anzar released Davian the next second. He then turned to embrace the shoulder of the nephew who later was very difficult to find, unless called by incantations. But lies. Unless called with the frills of ‘urgen’ which concerns the safety of the Radityans.
“So how is the same answer to Davian's question just now, Om?”
“Which question?”
“That just now, Om.”
“Oh.”
“Oh for nih?” fishing line Davian.
Anzar let out a small sigh in response to Davian's behavior. If he was awarded a boy like Davian, Anzar could have been caliph repeatedly. He would rather have a son like Arsyad, Aroon, or Arion. Davin is okay too. That Davian? Puntenu. Anzar chose not to have a son, rather than every day of high blood.
Of all the nephews closest to him, if asked who was the niece Anzar wanted to make the child the most, then he would answer by one name. Wh who? Arshad's? answer's not. The aroon? Not particularly. The answer is ARION. Yes, the youngest is the most anti-social. Actually Arion is more dominant like a young Van’ar who does not like to be in the middle of the crowd.
To become the youngest Radityan in the third generation, the name Arion is also always pinned the last. However, it is also good to be the youngest. Because he had very royal brothers who gave affection, support, and encouragement at every step he took.
“If Nathan and Alea decide to have a baby right away, Om will definitely be very happy. It is imagined how if later the house will be crowded with the sound of baby crying.”
The two owners of the mentioned name looked at each other for a moment. Those who were now sitting side by side stared at Anzar who was opening his voice.
“Although they chose to delay it is also okay. Being an old man is not easy. Physical, psychic, and financial so three things that must be carefully prepared before deciding to have momongan.”
“The role of parents in general is to care for, care for, and guide children in everyday life,” added Airra. He wanted to add to the husband's sentence from his point of view. “In Indonesia, parental obligations towards children are regulated in Law Number 35 of 2014. The law is a change to Law Number 23 of 2002 concerning the protection of children.
Article 26 of the Act says that the obligations of parents to a child include four things, the first is to nurture, maintain, protect, and educate children. Second, develop interest and talent. Third, prevent children from getting married at an early age. Fourth, provide character education and cultivation of child ethics.”
Davian nodded his head hearing the prowess of his wife. Though it is very clear if he does not understand what is discussed by Airra. Maybe if Arion is a listener, then the topic of conversation will be well studied.
“You should have a chat about the same Act Arion, don't be with Davian. If the same Davian, discuss about tips and tricks broken security sites only. Must be directly hail.”
Davian laughs with joy at Anzar's words. “Om knows very well.”
“Iya. Your man is Om's most outstanding nephew in terms of..”.
“What leg, Om? Intelligence?”
Anzar.
“Terus what, dong? Skill section?”
Once again, Anzar shook his head.
“Continue, what dong, Om?” sebal Davian's.
“From the absurd,” Anzar replied with a faint smile. “You are absurd, but capitalized. Understand no? if in terms of intelligence, expertise, skills, tenacity, all of that may already be owned by your brothers. But, you have a different one from the others.”
“But still I am absurd in the eyes of Om,” complains Davian. “Absurd it according to the big dictionary of the Indonesian language if not wrong, meaning it does not make sense. In quotes, impossible.”
Anzar nodded as he lifted the niece's head. “That's exactly it, you're unique. The third generation without you, it's like eating vegetables without salt.”
“Ah, Om can aja,” Davian said with a witty smile on his lips.
Seeing this closeness, Airra, Alea, and Nathan smiled. Rarely could they see Anzar near his kinsmen. Though Anzar was originally loving, but sometimes the nature is covered by the look of his face that sometimes looks unfriendly.
“So if Om has a grandson like me how? Like dong? ‘kan said I was absurd, different from others.”
Anzar stopped his movement. “No.”
“What's wrong, Om?”
“Have your kayak grandson,” continued Anzar while breast-feeding. “Later Om high blood every day if you have a grandson like you. Where his hobby is extreme, like hack website global company.”
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Warfare 14-10-22