A Friend from Malaysia

Ammar's brother

"You're happy you've managed to get rid of me now?"

Eva stared hard at Yola, who was casually playing on her phone.

"Get rid of what the hell, sister Eva? I'm just helping you get a job in the N-one. If then they sent you to Alor Setar, why would it be my fault?" yola defended herself.

"To put it bluntly, it was you and Inspiration who set it up, right? You're afraid I'm watching your relationship and reporting it to your papa. Aye, right?" attack Eva again.

"Up to you .. "reply to Yola lazily.

"You think your Papa will let you come back with Inspiration? That's not gonna happen to my cousin, honey. You must remember, right now you are Hafiz's fiancee!" reply Eva with her evil laughter.

"I don't need you to comment on my personal life, cousin! If there is no more important here, go to Alor Setar now. Because if you stumble over a legal case here, Papa won't be able to help you let alone me" Yola said.

"Ck .. "decak Eva was annoyed at Yola's apathy.

"Make sure no one is left behind here" Yola said as she walked Yola to the door.

After Eva left, Yola went back into her room. Today is the weekend. And he has all day to time.

The sound of her phone ringing a few times, Yola tried to ignore it. Phone from Papa. Yola could already guess that Papa must have heard the complaint from Eva and now wanted to scold her. Yola did not want to feel stressed because of it, therefore she ignored it

Yola had no activity whatsoever just spent her time watching television, until the bell rang and made her have to leave the spectacle for a while.

Yola walked over to the door and her smile expanded upon seeing who was on the intercom. Soon Yola opened the door.

"Hi Mooom!!!"

The call of Ammar who called himself and immediately jumped into his arms was immediately greeted by Yola. He had not seen his son in a few days.

"Ammar, be careful! What if Mommy falls? His baby brother Ammar will fall later," scolded Ilham.

"Baby sister?" ask Ammar confused.

Yola smiled and disregarding Ilham, she carried Ammar to the sofa instead.

"Yola .. "reproof Inspiration.

"It's okay, brother. Yola was fine," Yola replied unconcernedly.

"Mom's? What do you mean Daddy, Ammar's baby brother fell when Ammar hugged mommy?" ask the boy plainly. "Where's baby Ammar's sister, Mom?"

"Hmmm ... " Yola was confused to explain.

"Baby sister you're in Mommy's stomach. It does not know either .. "Ilham's ledek to Ammar.

Ilham looked at Yola's face then down looked at her stomach. The stomach looks flat and flat. Then with glancing eyes, he turned to Inspiration.

""Daddy don't lie to Ammar. Don't lie to me. Here is no baby sister. Over where? where's where?" he asked as his eyes looked around the room.

"Had. You're the only one who doesn't see" replied Ilham still teasing his son.

He wanted to upset Ammar. Because actually Ilham was also upset because since Yola was present again in their lives, it feels like the boy began to ignore him and love his mommy more.

"Where, Dad? Where's?" he insisted impatiently.

"Ade. You're the only one who doesn't see. Your baby sister, lil bro, handsome very her. More handsome than Ammar .." said Ilham with a nagging mimic.

"Dad!!! Daddy jahaaat!! Ammar doesn't want to be friends with Daddy anymore" the boy said sulking.

"Let's! Daddy has a baby sister to make friends with Daddy, he is nice, cute and according to ape said Daddy ... "

Ammar's eyes began to glaze over at Ilham who continued to provoke him.

"I don't want to be friends with Daddy anymore. Mom .... Look at Daddy!" Ammar started pitting Yola.

Yola pulled Ammar into her arms and pinched Ilham's.

"Abang!! Really useful ... You can't know your own kids!" yola's nagging that was immediately greeted by screeches complained of pain and complained by Inspiration.

"Don't be so nosy!" reply Yola.

Yola stroked Ammar's jet-black hair and persuaded him.

"Darling, don't listen to what Daddy said. Ammar remains the best, most comfortable, and most beautiful slave of Mommy and Daddy" Yola said.

Ammar raised his head to look at Yola.

"Ammar doesn't want a sister. Ammar must no longer be loved. Mom, Ammar doesn't want to have a sister" whined Ammar and then buried his face back in Yola's arms.

And hearing that Yola so miffed irritated at Inspiration.

"This is because of Abang." whispered Yola wirih and replied with a whistle by Ilham as if he did not know what happened.

"Npus ... Ammar can't say that. Having a sister is fun, you know! Mommy just wants to have adek, mommy doesn't have any," persuaded Yola.

"No naaaak .... "

"Eh, it can't be, honey. Brother will be sad if you don't want him. Brother Ammar likes it if every time there is someone accompanying brother Ammar play?" fishing rod Yola.

Ammar was silent, thinking for a moment.

"Did you?" tanyanya. Sounds enthusiastic. He likes to be called that.

Yola did not waste the opportunity to persuade Ammar.

"Yes. Elder brother. Brother Ammar. He'll call you Brother Ammar. Brother! Brother!" yola said trying to imitate the voice of the little boy calling his brother.

And Ammar is getting more enthusiastic.

"Ammar likes to be called like that?" asked Yola with a probing glance.

Ammar hesitantly nodded.

"If that was Ammar there must have been a sister first. Ammar wants a sister?" ask Yola with Malay accent.

Actually in his heart he felt intrigued to ask that. It feels a little strange to accept the fact that soon will be the mother of two children.

Ammar finally nodded.

"Ammar wants to, Mom. But where's Ammar's sister? Not even here," he asked confusedly.

Yola was then confused but still he was too.

"She's in Mommy's stomach" Yola said as she pointed at her own stomach.

"How could he say that? Neither did Ammar look" the boy said in disbelief.

"Hm ... "

Confused Yola how to explain it.

"Abang bantuin ..." pinta Yola to Ilham who was chortling heard one question after another the boy.

Ammar is a responsive boy. Anything that stuck in his mind would definitely be immediately questioned.

"You can't see a sister because she's very young. It's still this way" said Ilham, pointing at the little end.

At that time Ilham was busy explaining every answer to Ammar's question. Yola glanced back at her phone which she had silent. The screen is on. And now he sighed taking the phone. And by venturing out, he finally touched the lock button of the phone screen and began to read the messages that piled up a lot.

Yola braced herself to open one of the nearly a dozen messages from Abhimanyu.

[Yola, you really want to fight Papa, hmm?

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