The Former Cassanova
Minor Disorders

“Come fast road tuda (horse)!” shad was sitting on Deka's back.

Syad's crying drama was this afternoon, delivering the two-year-old boy to stay at his old house. Hopefully not for a month as the papa says. Such is Deka's hope. It will be less JOS later if disturbed Syad.

“Udah yes Syad, daddy yemes,” lamented Deka.

The position of his body was crouching with his legs and hands into a pedestal, mimicking a horse. His face grimaced as it had been over fifteen minutes of Syad sitting on his back.

“Let's, Bang. Counting learning to have children. This is just a nephew, not yet if the real child who is always with us every day. Segini aja Abang has been complaining,” timpal Ririn.

“If you are the horse you must be strong want long too.” Deka twitching his eyes.

“Ish.” Ririn hissing.

“Syad, go down yuk! Poor, tudana yemes,” persuaded Ririn while crouching near Syad.

“Da want.” Syad shook his head many times. "You ride the old tuda nang."

“Syad want to drink milk?” lontar Ririn while shaking the milk bottle that has been filled with milk in his hand.

The god who brought the milk bottle as a stock Syad stayed at the house of Deka. The rest of the handsome father accompanied the departure of his son to stay with prayer.

“Mau,” sahut cheerful Syad.

“If you want, get off dong," Ririn said.

“Tyun, tuyun.” A bottle of milk seems to be effective to make the handsome boy want to go down and end the horse-riding game.

Ririn took down Syad from Deka's back. “Smart boy,” he said.

“Alhamdulillah,” Deka said after Syad got off his back. “Hadeuh, has not been combat already lemes first because of Syad. So less JOS later.”

Ririn giggled at hearing Deka's complaint.

“Come, Syad mimik first, yuk!” ririn's Word.

“Come!” exclaims Syad cheerfully.

Ririn led Syad to the room. Deka was trailing behind him. Arriving at the room, Ririn lifted Syad and put him to sleep on a super king sized mattress.

“Syad mimic, keep bobo yes.” Ririn handed the milk bottle to Syad who had been lying down. He memorized the habit of Syad before going to bed, which is drinking milk using a pacifier while lying down. Usually when the milk runs out, the little boy will immediately fall asleep on his own.

Syad nodded, held the bottle with the largest size, put the pacifier in the mouth, then sucked it firmly.

Ririn also lay beside the little boy who was suckling. Lying on his side facing Syad while rubbing his body. Deka followed her lying on her side behind Ririn, while rubbing her. Swiping .. anything that can be rubbed.

The milk of a full bottle was almost gone. Syad's eyes were closed, but his mouth still sucked the pacifier.

Deka poked her head from behind Ririn's body to peek at Syad's state.

“Syad has gone to sleep,” he said girang.

“Sssst. Don't be noisy, afraid to get up again. Not yet sound it sleep,” said Ririn in a whisper.

“Iya, yes,” reply Deka by whispering anyway.

A few minutes later, the pacifier had slipped out of Syad's tiny mouth. The bottle was empty and rolled up next to Syad's head. Syad's eyes had been closed, but his mouth was still moving as if he was sniffing.

"Darling, is Syad sleeping?" whisky Deka.

"Not yet sound. That's his mouth still moving. Wait a minute," said Ririn in a whisper.

Relax, Deka. Be patient in a minute. His mind strengthens itself.

After being satisfied looking at Ririn's back covered with negligee. Deka again popped his head peeking at the state of Syad. He smiled happily when he saw that Syad had fallen asleep in his sleep.

“Honey, Syad is sleeping. Let's spend some time,” whispered Deka in Ririn's ear.

Silent.

“Honey, Syad is asleep,” whispered Deka again.

Silent again.

Deka who was lying behind Ririn, inched up and then turned her head towards Ririn's face. Apparently, his beautiful wife had fallen asleep.

“Yes Allah, Rin. I was waiting, even you slept,” murmured.

Wanna wake up, poor Ririn. Not waking, pity “his little sister”. He scratched his head confused. Wake up Ririn or not.

“Bangunin, no, bangunin, no, bangunin, enggak.” Deka weighed the decision by counting the number of buttons on her pajamas. “Yaaah, kok enggak,” lamented because the final result is “enggak”.

He repeated his luck again. “No, wakein, no, bangunin, no, bangunin. Well, wakein ‘kan.”

Deka shook Ririn's body. “Honey, wake up dong!”

“Hemm.” Ririn's body moved, from lying on her side to turning on her back, but her eyes remained closed, staying asleep.

Deka did not give up, he continued to try to wake Ririn by stroking, menoel, nudging, pecking, kissing, crouching, but Ririn had not yet awakened either. Then he whispered in Ririn's ear. “Honey, there is Doraemon again sing ‘open little jos’, loh.”

“Mana, where, where?!” Deka's words made Ririn wake up.

“Nih,” Deka points alone.

“Kok sleeping anyway?”

“What do you want?”

“Kan wants to celebrate the victory of our love." Deka twitched a flirtatious eye.

“Means?”

“Filling the beautiful nights that have been missed in vain. Open dikit jos, can?”

“Ish, Brother. Open a lot of jos can also,” said Ririn blushed.

“Yes.”

“But, not now .. there is Syad.”

“Udah sleeping.”

“Fear of waking.”

Deka thought for a moment. “In the next room, how?” after getting a brilliant idea.

“Ga could live Syad. If Syad falls out of bed, what?”

“Quiet. Wait yes, but don't sleep again!” deca Messages.

He got out of bed and went out of the room. Going down to the first floor, he approached Sanah's room and knocked on her door.

Not waiting for long, Sanah opened the door of her room. ART was young man was not asleep, he was opening his social media facebook account with the name “Sanah tuh in Sinih.”

“Pak Deka, what is it?” sanah Lontar.

“Well, tonight you sleep in my room yes,” Deka said.

“Astagfirullahaladzim. Mr. Deka, don't be reckless. I am not an ART that has the potential to be an actor like a novel story whose ads I often find on social media facebook. I am ART who has ethics and work ethic, and is dedicated to work. Because according to the book I read, developing good ethics and work ethic is one of the keys to success. I it .... “

“Act!” exclaim Deka cut Sanah's speech that will somehow be as long as it will be.

“Pak Deka!” sanah Reply.

“Ke my room, NOW!” exclaim Deka while shaking his waist.

“Do not, Sir. Please don't give me any hard choices. Mr. Deka is indeed handsome, and I do dream of matching with a handsome man. But that does not mean I want to obey Mr. Deka's will. Sorry sir, I'm not a cheap girl!” Sanah.

“Astagfirullah.” Deka patting jidat.

“You to my room, accompany Syad to bed!” exclaim Deka.

He thought Syad was closer to Sanah than Bi Iroh. Bi Siti's niece used to stay at her parents' house, helping Bi Siti's work. The relationship between Syad and Sanah is quite familiar. So he told Sanah to accompany Syad to sleep in his room.

“Oh, accompany dede Syad sleep. Alright then,” sahut Sanah.

“Eh, wait. Is accompanying his Dede Syad with Mr Deka? No sir, the fourth will be Satan,” Lontar Sanah.

“Iya, you demons!!” deca murmur.

“Sanah, cepetan sanah to room!” decah Deca's.

“But Mr. Deka would answer my question first. Does accompanying Syad sleep with Mr Deka?”

Deka took a breath and then exhaled violently. “Land, tonight my wife and I will sleep in the guest room. You slept with Syad, in my room. I see, do you understand?”

“Oh, so. I guess ... Hihihihihi.” Sanah was embarrassed.

“Makanya, do not mostly read novels about unfaithful husbands, actors, buyers, cheating. Mending read the novels Red Hooded Girl, Paid Husband, and The Ex-Cassanova. Especially the last one, the MC is very I,” said Deka. What does Teh Yeni say.

“Siap, Mr. Deka. I will read the work of the former lebaran remahan author that year. Do not forget to give likes, comments, gifts and votes,” concluded Sanah.

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