Will be Beautiful Later
Chapter 141
“I asked papa mama ya to be clear? Right or never take her home,”
Shena challenged her husband. Maybe Dio lied, surely Dio would feel tired if he involved the father and his mother.
“Ya if you don't believe it. Really, I never took him home,”
“Long nih,”
Shena stabbed her husband in the waist with her arbor finger and it made Dio squeak in shock. Quickly He hurried away from Shena with the Shofea He was still carrying.
“Truly, Bee. I'm not lying. Emang as I remember I have never been known let alone invited to the house,”
“I can't believe ah,”
Dio laughed and he did not want to bother if his wife wanted to believe it or not. What matters is that he was honest. That's what He remembers, and that's what He told Shena.
“Honest, Mas,”
“Yes I'm honest, Honey,”
Shena would tickle her husband again but Dio gave her distance again. Shofea who felt carried away quickly chuckled.
“Lah laughs at him,”
“Think you again make sure he's kidding times,”
“Iya it seems, really good time to laugh when not in anything yes,”
“Shofea, tell Om you're honest. Buruan, Shofea, let him not lie. How many were brought to this house, Shofea? Quickly tell Om to be honest,”
“Buset, how much does that mean? Am I a collection of girls?”
“Iya Mas ‘kan playboy,”
“Tickly good. So know you,”
“Emang actually Mas tuh playboy, I guess so,”
“Could be frantic but very pede,”
Shena laughed and He was still eating the serabi, quickly He finished his meal so that he could be more fierce again to suppress Dio.
“Honest job!”
“Udah honest,”
“If you are not honest, I told you to sleep outside,”
“Yes don't dong, my people are honest. Not really brought home, Bee,”
“Yaudah I believe that,”
“Erghh from earlier should have believed,”
“If you have been signed the same I the answer is still the same, it means that it really honestly means,”
“Yes don't say much, hunt here love Shofea, I want to be fat again,”
“Eh hasn't washed your hands out of eating,”
“Oh yes, okay briefly yes. After I wash my hands, Shofea love me,”
“Emang her toys in love,”
“Ih anyway replace, Mas,”
“Iya bauble. Yes already there wash your hands, I give Shofea later,”
Shena nodded in satisfaction at the husband's reply. After that he immediately rushed to wash his hands clean before taking over the beautiful daughter Sehan and Tania who became the struggle between He and Dio.
Shena again approached her husband who was still holding the comfortable Shofea. Pamperedly the boy rested his head on the uncle's shoulder as Dio moved a bit of his body.
“Sini Aunty carrying again,”
“Bentertime,”
“Ih do not want, earlier he said I can be the fat one,”
“Erghh chatty yes, can not really see her husband seneng, already know still not willing far from Shofea,”
“Away? People one home too,”
Shena smiled broadly as soon as her husband handed Shofea to her. “Yeayy Shofea carried by Aunty again, feel carrying a doll,”
“You look a bit like Shofea,”
“Ngak ah, like his papa mama lah,”
“Iya it's a certainty, but you're the same he's also a bit similar, Bee,”
“Yang there are also you same Shofea similar, Mas. Eyebrows are similar nose, because the same brother Mas ‘kan is also similar,”
“Halo friends let's sport,”
Shena and Dio turned their heads together towards the source of the voice that came from Sehan's mouth.
Come and sing with his joy. His behavior was inviting Shena's laughter while Dio snorted.
“Asaan hell lo, not funny ah,”
“Who is joking? Nobody's funny, you're not clear,”
“Eh, I want to tell you the same. Lo ‘kan already father, should be able to dong understand the same child. Don't like Shofea. He's my nephew, you know? Lo if you want to mess around, do not be the same he de meningan,”
Sehan raised one of his eyebrows confused. Now Dio was standing in front of him in a waist-pulling pose.
“Well he's a fierce one, whereas whose son tried?”
“Lo's son, but how do you make him cry? Huh huh? I already know his son's a snacker, eh still likes to look for trouble. If he's a full-time hen, a cake plaything, a cake bed attendant, or a cake-eating henchman, you don't bother! Understand no? Do you really bother me? Finally he cried ‘kan, continue if he cry and sulk the same lo, who bothers who? His mother,”