The Delayed Soul
Chapter 66

A very bright morning on the weekend does not make a man who is still curled under the blanket moved to immediately end his adventure in the dream.

The man really wanted to take advantage of his day off to laze around. Because the previous days he was in the mood to work hard.

Chequek!

The door of his room opened, a little boy about two years old who had just taken pains to grab his bedroom door handle stood in the middle of the door while observing into the room.

"Papa, up!" The boy walked up to the bed when he found that the man who was none other than Varel was still sleeping lying face down on his pillow.

The boy's shout did not make Varel open his eyes, he just closed his eyes, too lazy to serve the child this early, he thought.

The boy looked to his right and left, his pandagan fixed on a paper on the nightstand beside Varel's bed. He picked it up and tried to get on the bed.

The boy managed to get into Varel's bed after a great deal of effort. He stood beside the man. Quiet for a while while watching Varel's back up and down until finally his tiny hands reveal the blanket that covers the navel to Varel's feet.

"Father! Wake up!" the boy shakes Varel's back.

Because Varel never answered, the little boy climbed up and sat on the back of the man he had called the father.

"Wake up papa, wake up!" the boy was unceasingly blabbing on Varel's back like he was riding a horse. He put his lips on Varel's ear, so that the man felt his eardrum was not safe.

"What the hell, brisik! It's Tristan's weekend!" Varel rubbed his ears that felt like they wanted to break because of the screams of the boy named Tristan.

"You make a plane, papa!" tristan.

"Later, now I want to sleep, sleepy. It's only been a matter of minutes, too" complained Varel. He had been sleeping since ten o'clock.

"Down, Tristan!" he then told the two-year-old.

Notya according to, Tristan actually increasingly acted on Varel's back. Makes the prian really feel disturbed.

"Cat-breaker, papa-picker, want a breaker!" tristan's whining is non-stop.

"Oh my God, whose son is this! Ngeselin! Yes-yes, but go down first, otherwise I'll fly to the floor!" threatening Varel, of course not seriously.

Tristan manut, he came down from riding Varel, sitting cross-legged beside him. Waiting for the man to wake up. However, it seems that Varel actually returned to bristling.

" Pappa!!!"

" Ish, yes-yes! Wake up!" Varel was forced to get up and face Tristan who was patiently waiting to be made a toy plane from the paper he had been carrying.

Tristan gave me the paper, with Varel receiving it," Just for ginian why must I disturb my sleep, anyway? Where's your mama?" ask Varel.

He was still upset that his restful sleep on his day was interrupted by the boy. Although annoyed, he still made the boy a paper plane like he wanted.

"Mama pelgi!" tristan Sahut.

Varel was immediately perfectly literate, "Where?"

"Don't know, Tlistan isn't kepo. In the house of the cama papa, yes no tana-tana!" answer the boy.

Varel clucked, "Why don't you come? Anyway where the hell, early in the morning gini play just go ninggalin tail!"

"It's just a trick" Tristan said.

Varel looked at the clock, it was already ten, "Worthy of dizziness, sleep duration turned out," he murmured.

"Now!" Varel gave the finished paper plane to Tristan.

The boy received it with sparkling eyes, "Five lackeys, papa!" he said with a big smile.

"Call me again, I'm your pitcher!"

Tristan pursed his lips. He was getting ready to get out of bed.

"Where are you going, little boy?" Varel.

"You tulun, play the pimple!" answer Tristan.

"The money first, here it goes up!" Varel is back on his stomach. He asked Tristan to go up and walk on it.

"You play!" reject Tristan.

"So soon, I'll buy you some candy!"

Tristan shook his head, "Pelmen said mama bitin cakit didi,"

"Oh my car!" garg Varel.

"Aircraft!" Tristan is bidding back.

The boy quickly climbed onto Varel's back, "Pelmici, I'm sorry!" he said it was polite to ask permission to ride.

"Yes, use all permission, just sit down please!" cycad Varel. The boy was indifferent he began to move his legs up and down slowly.

"Slowly, if I fall, I will be scolded by your mama later!" persemat Varel's.

"Yes-yes, papa bawel!" tristan.

"I'm not your father!"

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As promised to Tristan, that afternoon Varel took the boy to the toy store to buy him a toy plane. Although often rented to Tristan, actually Varel secretly loved his sister.

It's just that, sometimes he is upset if you worship the fifty-five-year-old Lidya bu even has another toddler. And he who is now thirty-five years old must have a younger brother who deserves to be his son.

He could not believe when the stomach of Lidya's mother more and more bloated days, he thought bloated but there was a baby suitable planting from om John.

Yes, Miss Lidya was married when she was only sixteen. Because at that time it was very common for married women at a very young age, one of them was Lidya ma'am. She gave birth to Olivia at the age of seventeen. When he was twenty years old, Varel was born. Two years ago, she gave birth to a baby boy.

Varel and Tristan reached the mall and headed straight for the toy store. Varel dropped Tristan off his carrier upon entering the store.

"Welcome, sir. Can we help you?" greet the friendly shopkeeper.

"By the way!" Varel looked at Tristan. The boy understood his meaning.

"Pump-necker, papa!" tristan.

"Oh, his son wants to find a fighter, let's come with me, here are some options, you can look around first," said the waiter of the store.

"He's not.." ah come on, explaining who Tristan is would be for nothing. Everyone would believe it more if the child was his son.

Varel followed the steps of the shopkeeper while guiding Tristan.

"Pick what you like" Varel said. He chose to sit down and let his sister look around the heaven of the world at her current age, which is a toy.

In the end Varel stepped in to choose the best toy for Tristan, "This one, good!" said it. But the boy was still hesitant because of the many options, it felt like he wanted to bring home everything that was there.

"You want it!" Tristan pointed at another plane.

"Good this one," Varel frowned.

"Tlistan wants that, telisah Tlistan who wants to play!"

"In a good love even refuse!" cebik Varel's.

"Jaudah ma'am, this same one please wrap!" varel told the Servant.

"Okay, please wait a minute, sir,"

When he was about to make a payment transaction, Varel accidentally turned his head outside the store. It was like seeing a familiar figure walking through the store.

Reflex, Varel immediately stepped foot, but was held back by the shopkeeper," You haven't finished the payment, sir!" said the shopkeeper.

Varel took out his platinum card and handed it to the cashier.

After finishing, Varel immediately carried Tristan and grabbed a large paper bag containing the child's toys.

In a hurry, Varel left the store. He walked quickly towards the direction where the shadow of the figure of the woman he was very familiar with had stepped. However, he did not find it after searching several corners of the Mall.

Varel stopped and regulated his breathing, looking disappointed.

"Father, tenapa?" ask Tristan.

"Adelia" answered Varel.

"Capa Adelia?"

"The woman I love" said Varel, forgetting who he was talking to. Of course the two-year-old did not understand Varel's words. Tristan just looked at him confused.

"Is it because I miss you so much that I hallucinate like this, Adelia?" muttered.

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