THE SECOND MARRIAGE
PROTECTING???

Lunch is done by Fadila and his friends in one of the luxury restaurants. But they did not use private space, Fadila did not want to be in a private room so that his son could see the crowd.

Get used to the number of people around him. In addition to getting her child to blend in with others, it is also easier to socialize later.

"What do you want to eat, son?" Fadila asked Anan who was sitting on Arnan's lap.

Since then the boy did not want to be separated from Arnan, so Fadila can only let it. Than her son crying like that.

"Chicken goleng cama ketang goleng, cama ec klim. Want this too." Fadila saw what her son was pointing at.

"Pasta?" Anan looked at his mother seriously.

"The eye?" Polos Anan imitated Fadila's speech.

"Not the pata, son. But pasta, Pas ta." Fadila spelled out the way it was pronounced.

"Cap," said Anan who invited the smiles and laughter of the adults around him.

"As much as you are, Nan." Dwi is smiling.

Fadila shook her head to see her son laughing with the others. Though he was the one who was laughing, but even the boy also laughed.

Finally Fadila ordered what Anan wanted. He himself only ordered juice, later Anan's food scraps that will not run out will be spent himself.

After everything was done ordering, the waiter left the table where more people were.

"You're just a drinking pesen? Why not order food too?" Arnan asked curiously, as Fadila did not order food for herself.

"If I order food, there will be no one to finish the food Anan if not eaten all." Fadila replied casually.

"Why wait for the rest of the food, Anan? Just order what you want, I'll pay you later." Arnan offered himself.

"It's not a matter of pay, Mom. Will you be in the rest of Anan's food if it doesn't run out?" Ask Fadila.

"Yes in exile" said Arnan lightly.

"It's not good to waste food. What else we buy food with expensive, better at eating than in the waste. It is useless to pay dearly then," said Fadila.

Arnan looked at Fadila seriously.

"There is no need to save just for food, if there is any money can be bought."

Fadila looked at Arnan who still faithfully held Anan.

"Indeed money can buy anything, but it would be better if we buy something as we need it. Not buy something as you wish what else follow the trend."

Arnan increasingly felt amazed by Fadila who in his value is quite mature in thinking. Rarely did he meet such an open-minded woman like Fadila.

Fix, I have to get Anan's mom before I take another one, Arnan's inner.

When Anan's ice cream comes, Fadila doesn't let her kid eat his own ice cream. Fadila feeds Anan so as not to be distracted while eating.

Fadila just did not want to bother cleaning Arnan's expensive clothes if it was exposed to ice cream stains.

Until their ordered food comes and serves.

"Your mommy first, son. Daddy wants to eat first." Fadila took Anan from Arnan's lap.

Fortunately, the boy did not refuse to be taken from his daddy. Anan was busy with his ice cream that had been held by the boy himself.

Arnan just looked at what Fadila was doing. So painstakingly the woman took care of the child. Even without feeling disgusted wiping Anan's mouth with his own finger.

"Eat first, Nan. Later on eat the ice cream." Fadila reprimands Anan who is still cool eating ice cream and neglects the food at the table.

"Later on, eat the fried chicken." Persuade Fadila who was not ignored by Anan.

"Anan!" hearing his daddy calling, the boy turned his head.

"Let's eat the ice cream again, son." Persuade Arnan while taking Anan's ice cream bowl slowly.

Anan shut up and handed the ice cream bowl to Arnan.

"If Anan doesn't want to eat his fried chicken, for Mama alone." Dwi reached out her hand to grab Anan's favorite fried chicken.

"Don't, Ma! Tu I have." Anan did not accept.

"Anan, just eat some ice cream. The fried chicken for, Mama." Dwi again teased the adorable boy.

"If that's the paste for, Buna." Sinta joined her hand to take out the pasta plate in front of Fadila.

The thing they often do if Anan is difficult to eat and only focus on one thing.

"No no." Anan flicked both his hands forbidding Dwi and Sinta.

"If you don't want to eat, you have to eat. Pity the food later if it is left, later the food can cry because Anan does not want to eat him." Persuade Fadila while giving up the reduced portion of the paste.

After putting aside a little pasta and fried chicken for Anan. Fadila put the plate in front of Anan.

"Chicken goreng na bica angis, Mi? But no eyes?" Anan asked to see his mother.

"The tears haven't come out yet, baby. Later if Anan does not eat, then his tears come out." Fadila rubbed both hands of Anan using a hand sanitaizer.

Anan was used to eating without auxiliary tools, the boy preferred to eat in the cobok directly by hand.

"Don't be angis, yeah! I'm looking at your check." Anan grabbed the pasta noodles on the plate and put them in his mouth.

Robert who had been holding back laughter since seeing Anan's behavior let out his laughter. Although not until it came off. What else the two cheeks of the boy who stye look more round.

"Darling! I'd like a kid like Anan, would you?" Pinta Robert on Sinta.

"Well, first time, Bang. Just talked about the kid." Sinta answered on the sidelines of his chew.

"Yes, I mean later when you get married." Erat Robert before getting more protests from Sinta.

"I'll have it first, Rob. Because in 2 months I'm OTW underwriting." Devan prides himself on having children first.

"I'm also 2 months away from the OTW guarantee," said Robert who made them all look at the man's astonishment.

"Sister, what?" Ask Sinta with her sharp eyes.

"in 2 months we'll be OTW guaranteeing, which. Make congratulations to both of them. If not to the guarantee, how do we want to say safe? Can't we scream from under the cover? Shame there is."

Sinta throbbed to hear the words of Robert who was always there. Good thing baby, Inner Sinta.

"Yes too, yeah. If we don't go to the guarantee, how do we say congratulations?" Jack who had been silent since just now confirmed Robert's words.

Others just pretended not to hear what Robert and Jack said.

Arnan himself did not care about the others. Because at this time all his attention had been stolen by the mother and child beside him.

Fadila deftly takes care of Anan while feeding off the rest of the pasta on another plate.

Subconsciously Arnan smiled looking at Fadila who was so gently treating Anan.