The Village Girl Owns the CEO
Season 2: The Aroma

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“Joy repeat first yes, Grandpa angan naughty.”

Arnold smiled hearing that, for the umpteenth time he kissed the bulging cheek of his granddaughter. The sense of happiness is even more pronounced when he hears his daughter-in-law pregnant with a second child. Makes Arnold more active in finding the coffers of dollars to give gifts.

“Later to play again here yes, Grandpa make another swing.”

“Fire don't make pantatt Joy cold yes, Cake,” said the boy who is now in Arnold's lap.

Grandfather nodded. “Ndak is, Grandpa pustin made that from iron cloth so Joy does not fall.”

“Emang exists? How strange grandfather cih?”

“Duh kampung derivative indeed,” murmured Arnold who lowered Joy. “Udah there, go home first Mommy with her Daddy Joy already waiting.”

Joy looked at the car ten meters ahead of her, where the Mommy and Daddy were cleaning up the luggage of food that Arnold had prepared for her granddaughter.

“Dah, Grandpa.”

“Feed Joy.”

The boy started to step, but his gaze kept looking back. “Angan kangen cama Joy.”

“Iya no kangen.”

“If play kangen yes, bring chocolate pudding uga for Joy.”

“Iya.”

“Same Jelly.”

“Oke.”

“Sam⸻” BRUK! Joy fell on her stomach as she kept looking back.

“Joy!” the grandfather immediately ran and carried his grandson, while his parents chose to keep silent to see. Surely soon there will be drama, especially Joy fell on her stomach, the inner Nana and Sebastian.

“Where is sick?”

“Eggs Joy cakit…. Hiks..”

“Sick? We go to the doctor. The bus! Your son fell in on him anyway! Daddy take it to the hospital ya.”

“Ndon't want to leave!” joy shouted loudly stopping her crying. She held her distended stomach and rubbed it slowly. “Mam was clamped, transparent. Want mam agi, want dolayaki have a grandfather agi.”

“Kan said sick?”

“Iya cakit, tuh pelutna kempes mam na kejepit. Smooth filled again inimah, Kek.”

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On the way home, Joy vomits in the car again because she eats a lot before leaving. Making Sebastian grimace, he looked at the child and his wife in the back. Intentionally being there to make it easier.

“Tuh right, look now. if you say it's submissive, Joy. Poor Mommy,” Sebastian's scolding that does not accept his wife must hold all baud and also feel tired there.

Joy rested her head on Mommy's thigh feeling weak. And it makes Sebastian feel guilty, he shouldn't have said that. He should have known his son was always unable to stay away from food.

And mischievous or whatever Nana is, she loves Joy very much. Until he held back his own nausea because the child needed it.

“You stop first at resto?” ask Sebastian.

“Au,” replied Joy who replied in a weak tone. “Au potato goleng.”

Yes, as drunk as anything and as angry as Joy, just give him food, will be immediately happy again. After all, his son has a mother nature that is more bodo time.

“How do you think, Honey?”

“Stop first, Mas.”

They stopped at one of the fast food restaurants. Where Joy immediately sparkles when she descends, let alone see the mascot chicken that welcomes her. “Emam emam!” he shouted with excitement, forgetting what he felt before.

“You what?” ask Sebastian as soon as he comes in.

“Au chicken goleng, potato goleng, nugget roll, ama corn soup.”

Nana looked at her son, leaving Joy a little frightened. “Um, do not use naci deh,” he said so that the anger of the Mommy subsides.

“Pesenin aja, Mas. It makes the three of us,” said Nana who made Joy's shoulder limp instantly.

Sebastian gives a ignorant look at his son, as if saying, ‘Hahahaha, pity deh the Mbul.’

Waiting for Sebastian to order, Nana and Joy were already sitting on a bench by the window glass. And while waiting for that, Nana felt her stomach pulsating, wanting to defecate but not yet reaching her level. So Nana just shut up.

“Well.. here is the food,” said Sebastian came with a tray in his hand. “Come to eat.”

Joy looks passionate, she takes it first. “Au this.”

“Bentar, Joy. Honey why are you quiet? want what hmm?”

Nana who was waiting for the level 10 abdominal pain shook her head. “No.”

“You tired yak arena Joy? I'll give you a prada ya, Gucci want?”

Nana just nodded while smiling faintly. “Still, Mas.”

“Whatever to you, Darling.”

“Joy au it ih!”

“Iya, Mbul, yes this is for Mbul.”

 And when Sebastian was busy arranging his food, he smelled something. He snorted at the surroundings then closed his nose. “Joy fart huh? No, Mbul.”

“Ih ndak ih!” the boy did not accept it, he looked at the Mommy for help, but instead the Mommy came to cover her nose. “Iya smell yes.”

“Ih! Joy nda farting, Mommy!”

‘Sorry, Joy. Mommy keep the image, you want to be loved Prada,’ Inner Nana scream.

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TO BE CONTINUE