Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 111

Every day Deya gets the role of picking up Zahra from school with Dafi. If you take it to be part of her husband, then go to the office.

He deals with Edward, if all can be done alone there is no need to ask for help from the waiter or the driver. So all the homework is done together, including taking the kids to school. Here the child feels the role of parents directly.

Deya waited for Zahra at the corner of the queue of mothers waiting for her son in front of a Junior High School in Jakarta. Deya looked around and did not see his son was seen when it was thirty minutes ago the school hours were over. Deya put on her mask out of the car carrying Dafi looking for Zahra's whereabouts.

He started to go into school. His head was darting to and fro, looking in every direction. Eighteen minutes ago Zahra said she was leaving her class. The boy should have been at the school gate. Deya tried to call Zahra. Connected but not lifted. He heard the voice of a child talking in the corner of the field behind a tree.

"No need to be sok lagak deh loe, sok so seleb even though only the famous mother loe doang."

"Eh, her parents are no longer cere. Her father remarried, ha. ha.. find a younger, more beautiful woman, "someone else said.

"Therefore, here we are the power so you don't get pretentious-style to the son of a rich man and a crybaby artist."

"No, she's starting to cry right, like her mother when it comes to acting on television."

"No need!" one of the guys pulled Zahra's hair hard.

"sickness...."

"It hurts my heart that guy Elo embat knows!"

"I didn't do anything Brother Nico came close to," Deya grimaced, holding her hair that was being pulled hard. He could not do anything about it because the other two children were holding Zahra's shoulder.

"No need to be holy, I know people like loe it can only act doang. But it has to be rotten like expired eggs."

A hand pulled the hair of the boy who was being rude to Zahra.

"Loe wants anything my son, huh!" exclaimed Deya furious with teeth chattering. The girl immediately let go of the pull of her hair on Zahra. Two of his friends also backed away in fear of being discovered.

"Again, Mom. It's sick!"

"Sick, my son is also sick elo treat it like this. You want me to report to the police station on the charge of bullying?" threaten Deya's. Zahra immediately hugged Deya and cried.

"Are you okay, Zahra?" deya asked as she lowered her mask. For a moment the three children who bullied Zahra were surprised because Zahra's mother looked different from the one on television. It's like her brother.

"Don't, ma'am I beg you," asked one of the children to hold Deya's leg.

"Eh, I have a video of the way you treat my son yeah, don't mess with him."

"Don't spread it, Mom."

"Absolutely, Mom." The three of them gathered in front of Deya.

"Now apologize to my son," Deya ordered fiercely.

The three of them apologized to Zahra.

"Now I release you. Watch out if I see or hear my son you're either bullied or you're hurting again. I will take this matter to court."

"Not anymore, Mom. I'm sorry," they're crying while putting their hands together on their chests. "Zahra, please tell your mother not to report us."

"Mom let them."

"Eh if left unchecked they will not deter. I'm sure the victim wasn't just you. If I hadn't seen you being treated badly by them, I don't know what it'd be like."

"This is the first and last time.''

" I don't believe."

"Mother, already, just let them go," Zahra persuaded.

The three people immediately left quickly from there. Zahra hugged Deya.

"Thank you, Mom."

"If there is a child so strong you must fight. Don't just cry it's a habit to think you're a weak kid."

"Yes, Mom. But a great mother can make the three children afraid, even though the same teacher Anya who was my hairpin was not afraid. He's the son of a Police general.

"Mother isn't afraid if it's true, let alone that you're the mother's child that I have to protect and defend." Zahra's heart feels flowering.

Deya called out to Dafi who was hiding behind a tree.

"Have Mother?" the boy was still covering his ears.

"Good boy."

"So that big brother was naughty to Big Brother? I'll kick it if I grow up."

Zahra laughs. They finally got out of the school hand in hand and got into the car. The car drove away.

"Zahra did they get you into trouble because of your parents' problems. I mean the other kids at your school."

"A lot of children are broken home because of the divorce of their parents. It is common, Mom, what is unusual is that Ibu Aya's position as a famous artist makes my name interested in the vortex of trouble."

"Mom's afraid you're as depressed as you used to be because of this problem."

"It's common to have a bad day, so it's nothing. It's something that's common because three years ago it was even harder to test."

They stare at the highway.

"Sister wants a lollipop," Dafi bargained with her brother.

"No, because it's your bite mark. There's your saliva in that candy. Brother does not want. After all, germs like sweet ones. So your mouth is full of bad germs."

"His meal was not in Dafi's mouth. I'm diligent in brushing my teeth, Mom."

"If you eat candy later the teeth are hollow because they are eaten by germs" added Zahra again. "First of all the nempel germs on the teeth, later the teeth become black, then the germs eat the teeth little by little until they run out."

"Hi.hi..g you don't want to...." Dafi immediately threw the candy out the window when the car stopped because of the red light.

Zahra laughed loudly at her sister's behavior, she hugged him tightly.

"Sister Brother is the funniest, Brother is very dear" he said kissing Dafi.

Deya rubbed Zahra's head gently.

"We stopped by the restaurant, yes, I haven't cooked. Dafi only ate eggs with soy sauce."

"I'm eating that's okay, ma'am. Don't buy food outside."

Deya looked over and smiled. "Is it really okay? I went to the place where I sold so I haven't had time to cook."

"That's okay, the omelet you made yesterday is also delicious. The one given the same chili leeks. Um, also sausage."

"Yes, I'll make something like that."

While next to Deya's car, there was someone who was observing the togetherness of the three people with pushy eyes. There is a great jealousy. Soraya looked at everything with anger.