The Passion of Love of the President
THE BONUS CHAPTER VIII

The speck of rain this morning made Mikhail so at home struggling in the blanket. The man would usually wake up early and perform his role as a papa, but this morning was different. Zia is forced to get up first and bathe her son with the help of Rani.

On the basis of Mikhail's consideration, the man chose not to involve a nanny for his baby. Not because Zia was worried that her husband was playing with fire, but Mikhail who did not believe that there would be people who loved his son sincerely besides them.

"Now Sean woke up Papa," said Zia while putting the baby who has now begun to be an alarm to wake the father.

The babble from his son's mouth sounded so serious, it was probably nagging because his papa was up in the afternoon. The man noticed Sean's presence even though his eyes were not yet open, of course the scent of his son's extraordinary body of opium could not be rejected.

"Hi ... You take a shower this early in the morning, where are you going unfortunately Papa?" mikhail asked as if facing someone who already understood the meaning of the world.

"Father!! Come get ready ... Khayla is ready."

Moments later, the princess came in and now went to bed to disturb Mikhail. Equally fragrant and neat, Mikhail was surprised what was actually up to his children as if they were going to a party.

"Prepared? Where are you going?"

This is a serious question, if to Sean maybe just a prank question, then another case with Mikhayla. Yes, although Mikhayla is not yet an adult, but the possibility of her daughter being able to answer in earnest is greater.

"Let's go by Zidan, Papa's kemalen said."

Wait, did he say that. Mikhail's face looked confused, his forehead wrinkled and then looked at Sean who was busy biting his own fingers.

"What yes? Sean, Khay's brother is kidding, right?"

"Papa mah bleguk, his grandpa can not talk asked," said Mikhayla with a sharp gaze, if it is close to them they will usually be tense like this.

"Shuut, honey learn where to say that?"

Surprised, he was confused as to where Mikhayla got such a vocabulary from. He was very guarding the speech if he was in front of his son, after all during marriage he never said those words.

"Om Babas," he answered casually, completely relaxed and the sinless face he showed now.

"Bastian really asked to be beaten," said Mikhail slowly trying not to be heard by Mikhayla, danger if until Babas' allies understand Mikhail's plan.

"Khayla don't say that again, honey .. It's a sin, it's a lie."

So gently he advised the princess, lest this morning be filled with drama with the cry of the big baby.

"Om Babas said gapapa."

"Tomorrow don't meet Om Babas, temenin om Syakil aja let me be good at English."

It was very difficult for Mikhayla to choose between Babas or Syakil. Both of them have space in Mikhayla's heart, Syakil is so kind and gentle while Babas is a friend who always manages to make her laugh every day.

Overconfidence in Babas makes his daughter contaminated with the mouth of the fat curly-haired man. Too bad his sister is a little busy and can't always be there like Bastian for Mikhayla.

"Gamau ..unya Om Babas," said Mikhayla with her eyes now glazed, in a few moments her daughter will cry about the fear of being separated from Bastian.

Huuuuaaaaa

Sure enough, Mikhail has not finished breathing his daughter is already wailing lamenting his relationship with Bastian who is now not sanctioned.

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Oh my God, Bastian .. Mikhail murmured in his heart, his daughter is only three years old but has started a lot of drama.

"Khayla, hey why so cry, honey?"

Unbearable to see it, Mikhail pulled the princess in his arms. Calming Mikhayla did take some effort, sobs became more and more so and Mikhail was made to panic this time.

Hearing the cry of his brother, Sean actually laughed non-stop when absolutely no one asked him to joke. Sean kicked the wind while biting his fingers, it seems Sean likes to dance on the suffering of people.

"Mr ... Sean ledekin Khayla."

Mikhail could not help but laugh this time, Sean's laughter and Mikhayla's cries rose at the same time. His stomach seemed to be tingling with their interaction.

Chequelek

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, you three why, Mas?"

With Zean also ready, now Zia only gaping when she saw Mikhayla crying in the arms of her husband while Mikhail himself laughed incessantly.

"Mama, I want Mama."

Mikhayla breaks away from Mikhail and chooses Zia as a place of escape. The woman was clearly confused and now rubbed her daughter's tears so gently.

"Why, Honey?"

"Pap-pa same Sean ja-hat, meleka ket-kawain Khayla." Khayla complained with so clear sobs, wanting to disbelieve but Mikhail was laughing non-stop.

"Hahahaahahah your daughter was dramatic, Valenzia .. exactly you when I met her after a months-long escape," Mikhail said with absolutely no sympathy for Khayla, although it is true that Mikhayla who is now crying in front of him exactly when Mikhail managed to find when his womb was six months old.

"No, Papa ledekin Mama too."

Zia snorted in annoyance and approached the husband. Zean who is now in his arms is confused about who to side with, support his mother or join Sean and also the father.

"Say what was that?"

"Not said anything, did you, Sean?"

Sean could not speak, only that big smile he gave and made Mikhail puff up his chest because his son could be invited to work together.

"There you take a shower, Erika's contract at 10 am .. don't let us miss because of you yes," said Zia wanted to be angry but could not, he said, he ruffled Mikhail's hair which started long but had not yet intended to trim it.

"Cie wants to see her ex get married, so happy as it is."

"Seriously, Mas .. don't joke around with her life," said Zia now tidying up Mikhail's shoulder to move immediately and not much else.

"Life is serious, Zia, you are serious."

Instead of moving to take a bath but he actually carried Zean first, this morning he had not kissed his youngest son. After making Khayla cry, now Mikhail made her burn with jealousy.

"Where's khayla?"

"Well, didn't you know, how could you not know, darling?" Mikhail was also confused where his daughter was.

It took some time to find out where her daughter was. Until Mikhail pulled the corner of his lips when he saw a pair of tiny legs near the window while his body sank behind the curtains.

"Your persis, sad little blur .. his talent indeed descends like it," Mikhail's sarcasm on the wife is still discussing the events of Zia who fled from Mikhail even abroad.

"No need to keep pushing why the hell, that's just one time when I run away." Zia throws her lips and runs towards Mikhayla who is now sulking because the papa made her hurt this morning.

Prahara Love Khayla - Babas😎

Obstructed papa Khail less asem✨

...The five of them are so sweet woey😭️...