SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
Short 2's
Ibra runs her little foot across the street to the house opposite. Several cars have just arrived, including the car of his parents who also picked up Uwa Lalisa who was said to have given birth at the hospital.
Ibra was silent for a while by the gate, waiting for one by one people to enter the mansion. Uwa Dava was so deftly leading Ua Lisa home. One that caught Ibra's attention, a lump of blankets in her oma's arms.
He quickly ran over to get closer. "Oma, that's Baby Sister, huh?"
The oma looked down. "Cnp ... Mas Ibra's. Yes, this is my sister. Tuh, funny, right?"
The middle-aged woman slightly lowered her body so that Ibra could see the baby in her carrier.
Ibra blinked looking at the baby. His mouth looked amazed with his mouth open. "Boy girl, Oma?"
"girls. How, gorgeous?"
"Such a beauty, Oma. Later if it's been great can not marry, Oma?"
"Can, dong .." said the oma. But a moment later he glared. "Haish, what the hell are you Mas? Little people talk about marriage. Edzar, what is your son? How do you know marriage? Do you like to play wedding at home?"
Edzar who just got out of the car immediately turned around got that welcome. He stared alternately at his son and father-in-law who were both staring at him.
"I mean Mother?" ask Edzar not understand. Not only was he stunned, but Safa also noticed confused.
"Aah . . It's not really this."
Instead of explaining, Mrs Halim immediately left the three, while carrying a baby that had not separated Ibra observed.
"Mam, take Ibra. Papi helpin Bang Dava finish the luggage first," said Edzar before then passed.
Safa nodded in agreement. The woman approached her faithful son at the gate.
"Mas, are you talking about Oma?"
Ibra flashes plain. "Mas just asked Oma, really."
"Ask what?"
"Ask, what baby grandpa can be married if it is big later," replied Ibra plate.
Safa was instantly stunned. What the fuck this little boy's mind is. Oh my God, Safa think he and Edzar have never given education about marriage and couples. Why did Ibra suddenly interrupt such a strange thing? The mother is upset.
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"E-eh, where are you going?" Safa panicked as Ibra rushed down from the car.
They just got back from school to get a driver. Ibra ran still carrying her bag towards Dava's house. The boy screamed for the gate to open.
"Let's! Lisa Wa! This is the Baby Sister! Come in, dong!!!" he cried while jumping trying to reach the bell.
Though without the sound of the bell Ibra has defeated toa.
"Let's go!!!" yelled Ibra once more.
Apparently it's Ms. Hanum, Dava's house assistant who just worked a few months ago.
"Hm. I want to look at the baby's sister," he insisted.
Safa saw kontan approaching them. He grimaced apologetically at Bu Hanum who was smiling understandably.
"Go home get changed, come on?"
"Wouldn't. I want to see the baby's sister."
"That's way, really, really." Safa was also angry for a long time. "Go home, Papi will be angry if Mas does not change uniforms. Comeon?"
Ibra nodded. "Wouldn't. I want to see baby's sister."
Oh, Oh my God. Please give him patience to face this stubborn child.
"Yes, but don't be naughty. Mami wants to cook lunch first," Safa breaks up in the end.
Ibra nodded happily. He let when the mother took off her carrying bag and rubbed for a moment her thick black hair.
"Behold if Mami hears you making a baby sister cry, Mami will punish you more than Papi."
Ibra just nodded. After all, he was sure that his mother who could not bear it would not be able to punish him. Hihi, in the spirit of Ibra entered her uwa house and directly climbed the stairs to the second floor where the nursery was located.
Apparently the little baby was asleep. Whether Uwa Lisa was going where, which must have given the situation the freedom for Ibra to play a cute doll-like baby owned by one of her friends at school.
"Ih, you're so cute." Ibra began touching her index finger pricking the baby's round cheek.
The baby twitched a little, but went back to sleep peacefully. Ibra who felt ignored did not stop touching the surface of the baby's skin with anxiety.
"Your skin is soft, like Mami's nightgown, hihi ..."
"Hey, wake up, dong."
"Well, when you're older, I'll take care of you from your naughty schoolmates. We're in school together, okay?"
"You know what? I'd really like to have a funny sister like you, but Mami's just as Papi doesn't love you." Ibra expressed her heart while scowling.
"You want to, don't you, be my sister? You'll call me Mas, too, huh? Okay?"
Ibra kept talking to the baby. Then suddenly he felt so anxious and could not help pinching the cheek of the baby to tears.
Ibra was shocked as the baby screamed loudly. He panicked, and grew increasingly panicked when he heard the roar of steps approaching.
Gawat, it must be Uwa! Lari....
"Baby sister, I'll play again!"