
"Expiritual, already know the cupu so ... Zean deserved to ride odong-odong," said Mikhayla holding her stomach in pain, she had guessed that something that looked sweet from a distance did not match the fact.
"Know, Brother Sean is late, Yudha so must take care of the baby, I should be carried so not_"
"Dam!! This one little boy, follow your brother. It's time we go home, papa wants to buy martabak first .. there thick, topping a lot more."
"Father eating continues to be thought, the batagor that was also still there," chirped Lengkara not at all worried despite having gotten a message from the papa.
"His broth is plentiful, Papa's stomach is hungry now. You guys are there."
The duckbill was herded by his master, his granddaughter according to him. While Zia must certainly accompany her husband to fulfill his wishes.
However, Mikhail had not yet stepped up to sigh slowly. His eyes were on his children who now had their own happiness. "They're all grown up, it feels like just yesterday we brought the kids."
"Yes, Mas .. I feel that way too."
The two daydreams seemed to re-play the beautiful memory of them a few years ago. The time when their children were young and funny, indeed time passed.
"Mas is old means?" mikhail asked and hoped Zia would answer differently.
"Perhaps, your face is already a little wrinkled," she replied with a faint smile, understanding that her husband might just bend his face in a moment.
"Huft seems like mas should exercise routine as said papa, starting tomorrow mas will run the morning after this."
Zia rolled her eyeballs lazily, a discourse from 1875 BC that she heard again. Morning running, he said, with the aim of maintaining health, but instead Mikhail used to hunt for food.
Zia was fine, even when Mikhail asked her to promise to remind him of the morning run, Zia did not break the husband's spirit. Already accustomed, indeed since young the husband's life is not at all in accordance with his words. Yes, Zia had hoped that her two daughters-in-law would not feel the same way.
While the leader of the dynasty bought his martabak, his grandchildren seemed to be preparing to set the position. Mikhayla who bought a lot of things made Sean a little confused at the moment.
"Should bring your own car .. You!! Which crazy guy buys a basin out of town like this?!"
At first Sean had guessed that what Mikhayla bought was household furniture, but not this much either. Keyvan was silent as if he was not involved in this problem, it was up to Sean because Evan's mouth was foaming.
"Diskon, Sean .. besides that it's a good color, there is rarely a combination of gray monkey as blue dongok so one like this," said Mikhayla felt himself absolutely not wrong.
"I don't understand your way of thinking, Brother seriously," lamented Sean shook his head softly.
"Don't mess around, while loading up what's wrong."
Having just finished his personal grocery matters, Zavia approached handing over a doll that was about the same size as Zalina's. Not finished there, Azkara followed by handing plastic balls with thorns exactly durian fruit that makes Sean immediately feel will go home.
"Don't frown, Om will be short-lived" Azkara said, which made Sean accidentally snap him, behind Evan of course.
"Zavia ... among all the dolls why the crocodile?" sean asked a rough sigh, the article was not only large, but also long.
"Hadeuh said Aga continues, is Aga ready for you?"
"Ehm my beloved brother," replied Zavia, glancing softly, exactly when asked.
"Here it goes," Sean said, wiping the top of his beautiful nephew's head. It's so poetic, and also since when did he sound so mature, Sean thought.
Zalina just watched the husband who was exactly the bus driver between cities. Sean looked at her with a bent face as if to say that she was very tired tonight.
"Why it's still outside, it should come in first, honey."
"Wait a while, let them know you already have a wife," said Zalina glanced to the left side, looking like some girls who had just grown up since then seemed to talk about Sean.
"Who? Them?" sean asked to look at the girl who had sat in front of him while riding a ride with Zean.
"Yes, pretend to talk, get caught."
"They are still children, Na ... most also High School," said Sean smiled faintly, apparently the wife is not like the husband to be the object of attention.
"Come in, Papa's got into Zean's car .. I can't wait for your Nidurin, Na."
"Huh?"
"Sleeping with you means, it's cold in here so your tongue likes to mispronounce," Sean said, though the air tonight was quite warm and Zalina clearly saw Sean's forehead that was wet with sweat.
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- To Be Continued
Make a further acquaintance with Mikhayla and Evan can be here yes.
Blurbs :
Being the main cause of a fatal accident that killed a woman, Mikhayla Qianzy was forced to swallow a bitter pill at a young age. Never did she expect that night's birthday party was the end of her happiness as a daughter of Mikhail Abercio.
Keyvan Wilantara, a new adult man who feels the sweetness of marriage does not accept when fate forcibly takes his wife. Knowing if the culprit who caused his wife's death was a woman, Keyvan demanded accountability in a different way.
"Bring that woman to me, she has lost my wife's life .. I will make her lose her future." - Keyvan Wilantara