Not the Perfect Wife
81. Make sense
"What's up, honey?" ask Emran.
"Mother does not love Afrin anymore. Mommy loves Vico more," replied Afrin in a sad tone.
Afrin covered her face with a blanket, she did not want her papa to know if her eyes were already glazed over.
Emran begins to understand that at this time, his daughter is jealous of his cousin because Yasna shares his attention with Vico.
"Mother has always loved Afrin, only now that Vico's mom is working, you're just trying to calm her down. If not who else is it? Oma, right, it's old, can't be too tired." Emran tries to give his daughter some understanding.
Afrin just silently listened, occasionally wiping away her tears. Yasna is now behind the door. He felt guilty for his daughter. It was not her intention to ignore Afrin, it was just that right now Vico needed her more because of that, she paid more attention to Celina's child who had unknowingly already hurt her daughter.
Yasna decides to go in and apologizes to Afrian. He did not want this misunderstanding to drag on and result in their relationship being strained.
"Mother is guilty, same Afrin! Maafin Mommy ... Mother does not mean that. Actually Mother pity Viko because her mother is working. He's got no one to take care of."
Afrin and Emran are shocked to see Yasna coming, they think no one is following into the room.
"Honey, your affection will not change as Afrin. Although in this house there is Vico, Vino or the others, Mother's affection remains the same for Afrin and Aydin." Yasna tried to give her daughter some understanding.
"But you can't love Viko."
"No, Mother is still unfortunately only the same Afrin," replied Yasna.
Yasna wanted to give Afrin understanding if every human being should love each other, but
look at your age and current state. It doesn't seem like a good time.
"Now, has Mother been forgiven?" ask Yasna.
Afrin nodded despite still pouting.
"Now, come on, let's eat first! The other pity is waiting ... Afrin wants to be carried with papa?" tawar Emran's.
Afrin shook her head and said, "I'm the same Mother." holding Yasna's hand.
"Yes, come on!" take Yasna with a smile.
Afrin walks with Yasna, holding hands towards the dining table. Everyone is almost done with dinner.
"Afrin wants to be bribed?" bargain Yasna.
"You, Mother," Afrin replied with a smile.
Afrin eats so voraciously. After dinner. Vico whines to ask Yasna to accompany him to sleep. The woman wanted to refuse, but she felt sorry to see the child crying.
"Vico sleeps the same oma, yes," persuaded Emran, he gave the code to his mother to accompany Vico. However, Viko refused. He wants Yasna to accompany him.
Yasna carefully gave understanding to Afrin. "Honey, Mother Nemenin Vico took a short nap, yes. Later after Vico sleeps, Mother will sleep in Afrin's room, how? Pity that he can't sleep" Yasna said slowly.
Afrin looked towards the crying Vico at Karina's side. After all he had pity with a heavy heart, the little girl finally nodded.
"Later after Vico sleeps, Mommy sleeps in Afrin's room, huh?" pinta Afrin's.
"Yes, Mother Temenin Vico for a moment." Yasna went with Vico to the guest room.
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"Mas, how now? It's only been a day and Afrin's been jealous like that. How later?" yasna asked, as they were in Afrin's room.
Emran and Yasna decided to sleep there. After putting Vico Yasna to sleep, Afrin also put him to sleep.
"You better focus on Afrin, then let me talk to Mama to take care of Vico. If I need to hire a nanny," replied Emran.
"It's better, if you're alone pity. It's time for her to rest."
"Yes, my mom has been complaining a lot lately. He never shuts up, there's always something to do."
"I also often reprimand him, but that's what parents call it. Already accustomed to work so, when told to be quiet they do not want to," said Yasna. "I want to see Aydin first, I haven't talked to him before."
"I'll take a look." Yasna went to Aydin's room.
Yasna knocked on Aydin's door several times, and the owner opened it.
"So aren't you asleep?" ask Yasna.
"Not yet, Mother."
"You want to talk to Mommy?"
"Just go in, Bun. What do you want to talk about?"
"As for you, want to tell the story of your activities can also."
Yasna sat on the bed, Aydin followed her and sat down beside the woman. The young man put his head in the lap of the mother to seek comfort.
"I'm actually jealous of Vico. Just like Afrin, I also do not want Mother to care for others" said Aydin.
Yasna smiled, she was very happy. The woman felt like she was so valuable to them.
"Aydin is bigger, it should be better understood, if at this time Vico needs a replacement for his mother for a while," Yasna said by rubbing Aydin's hair a little long.
"I know, that's why I've been silent" Aydin said. "Indeed how long has Vino and Vico been signed here?"
"Mother doesn't know" replied Yasna. "Where is Aydin's school?"
Yasna tried to shift the conversation, she herself knew nothing about Celina let alone her family.
"Obviously, no one is bothering me anymore." Aydin told Yasna all his activities, occasionally they laughed together.
"It's night, you sleep there. You don't want to be late for school tomorrow."
"Yes, Mother." Aydin got up from Yasna's lap and yawned.
"Go to bed, don't play any more games" Yasna said. "Good sleep, good dreams."
Yasna left Aydin, and she was very sleepy.
*****
As Emran said, he had already hired a nanny for Vico and Vino. She did not want her children to feel excluded.
As Yasna was preparing lunch, there was a commotion next to the house out of worry, she saw it.
"What's up, honey?" yasna asks Afrin because she sees Afrin getting angry at Vico. "Astaghfirullah, what's the matter?" Yasna was surprised to see Vico's slightly bumpy forehead.
"So, Non Afrin hit him, Mom," replied Ria, Vico's nanny.
"Vico naughty, Mother, he's rusakin my toy," said Afrin, he was afraid Yasna scolded him because he saw panic on Yasna's face.
"You take care of Vico, yes," Yasna told Ria.
"Yes, Mom."
"Come on, Afrin's coming with Mommy!" take Yasna.
Yasna invited Afrin to sit by the fish pond, she wanted a calm atmosphere to advise her daughter. The woman did not want her daughter to be a temperament person, much less Afrin a girl.
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