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Chapter 56. Modus

The supposed dinner, being romantic and unforgettable, ended just like that. Two people enjoy dinner, not the person they should be.

"Where's that fool, you called him?"

"He turned off his phone." Tirta focused on the traffic ahead of him.

"Curtain, like a child. In fact, he used to, the adult pretender among us, give this advice that's just as bad."

Well, you guys are together, like little kids. But, you are the worst, Tirta replied inwardly. Mana dares, he makes a sound, adding to Ervan's level of anger, which is unclear.

They had already arrived, Ervan came out without waiting for Tirta, opening the car door for him.

"Go back!" throw it away, then run straight into the house. As if there was something interesting in there.

"Who would want to linger here!"

Tirta retreated slowly, turned the bow, then exited the gate.

Inside the house, Ervan who had run around a little, apparently just wanted to kiss and hug his wife.

"My dear, our son asked for a sister" he said, then turned to the child. "Yes, right, baby?"

"Papapappapa," said the little one, as if to answer the father's question.

"What dear? Did ya? You want a sister. Papa will grant it. Tonight, you sleep with your grandmother and grandfather."

Sarah just rolled her eyeballs, lazily. The current mode is to use the child as a shield.

The two people in question, appeared out of nowhere. Sitting on the carpet, taking their grandchildren to play while chattering absurdly.

"Continue to be, they've come. So, my dear, tell them, what did you want?"

Papa and Mama, looking at Ervan. Then, bowing his granddaughter's glare.

"Father, mamama, duddu."

"Huh?" Confused, what their grandchildren are talking about. They've been home for a long time, but don't understand their grandchildren's language.

"He said he'd sleep tonight, with you. Because his mother and father, will make a baby girl for him."

Placed.

Sarah clucked her husband's forehead. Where possible, talk sevulgar it, in front of the parents. Sarah felt very embarrassed, wanting her to dip her husband's face in the boiling water.

"So, don't you ask for a sister?" Mama asked her granddaughter again, but if answered even if she would not understand.

The little one laughed, displaying his two lower teeth, the new one growing. Both of his hands clapped.

"Look, right, Ma. He said yes."

"You know where it came from?"

"Pa, look at her face and expression. He has said it clearly. So, tonight, my son will sleep with you."

"He was just laughing, which might be an answer" Papa protested, unwilling to have his night interrupted, with the nosiness of his granddaughter.

"Papa, how, anyway? It was an expression that showed happiness, in response."

"Already, already. You guys keep arguing, let him sleep with us. But, remember Ervan, next month your granddaughter is already on Sarah's belly." Assured, but raised a threat afterwards.

The decision was unanimous, which did not involve Sarah at all. Though, this concerns him.

"Honey," woo Ervan, deliberately bare-chested.

Sarah just smiled, then closed the door. Take off her clothes, leave her underwear. Make the husband, swallow.

"I'm coming by the moon."

Pausearrr.

The thunderous roar, as if to be heard, even seemed to strike Ervan, who was sleeping on his back.

"What-what, honey?" Ervan again confirmed his hearing, which may have been wrong.

"I'm coming by the moon."

"Why should it be today?" keep rolling around, until the end throw away the innocent pillow.

"I also don't know, why it should be today," Sarah replied casually. Because according to him, it has become the nature of women.

"Why don't you ask, to postpone it next week?"

Sarah pulls the blanket, preparing to go to sleep. Lazy to answer Ervan's unreasonable questions. Wherever possible, delaying things that are not his power. Is he sick or stupid? What question is that? murmured Sarah.

Ervan hugs Sarah from behind, swiping her junior in the wife's favor.

"Can't it?" Back to the table, like a kid asking for candy.

"No. Fast tdur. Make her sister, next week."

"What, next week?" the screams did not accept.

"What the hell. It's gonna be next week, I'm coming the month long."

Evan got up, banging on the pillow that became an outlet for disappointment. Why should it be today? Why should I wait next week. Not fair, bugh, bugh.

"Darling, it's dong. You better go get the brother, sleep with us."

Ervan went back to sleep, tilting his body to embrace his wife. Let my son bother them. So that, they know, what I feel like. Again, dragging others to feel his suffering. Which, in fact, knows nothing at all.

If you think about it, he got karmic, for making dinner, Alan was a mess.

But, right, it wasn't my fault. He's just the stupid one. Ervan is entrenched, who continues to maintain his ego.

In the lower room. Two people who know nothing, are enjoying their ignorance. And worse, papa who has to endure more suffering.

"Papa, make milk."

It seems that the nature of the son declined from the mother.

"Good, Ma."

"Pa, diaper, full. Papa change, yeah. Mama's gonna put some face cream on."

And Izzam just complied, because he was lazy to argue. What's more, it's his own grandson and the night's getting late.

But, uh,

When people have dived in a dream, the little one's eyes are still wide open. Putting toys on the bed. When the grandfather closed his eyes, the toy car landed perfectly on his face.

"Ahhhh," cried Izzam, who immediately woke up grimacing, holding his face.

And look, that innocent face. He laughed while clapping. Truly, the fruit fell not far from the tree. That is, the nature of the little one is similar to his father and grandmother.

"What the hell, Pa. It's night, Mama's going to bed."

"He hit me, Ma. It hurts so bad," Whine for mercy.

"Alaaaah, this Papa. Hold a little why, just the cars are not bricks. Anyway, he's Papa's grandson."

Hold it? Hold head! It's good, talk like that, try him. Papa grumbled in his heart. Papa is already emotional because of the words of the wife, not to mention the drowsiness that attacks.

Izzam gave milk to the little one, who was enthusiastically received. The granddaughter was lying down, with the milk bottle clamped using both of her legs.

What kind of style is that? No, using both hands, but feet. Papa could only shake his head, then clean the bed from the scattered toys.

"Remove, after that sleep. Opa's already sleepy."

The little guy nodded, with a mouth full of milk. Izzam was lying on his side, facing the little guy. Hopefully, the milk will run out soon and he will fall asleep soon.

Izzam's gaze shifted staring, the wife who had fallen asleep.

"Is this how it feels to take care of a child first? It turns out, exhausting."

The milk bottle had fallen, and the little one had fallen asleep. Izzam breathes a sigh of relief.

Finally, he could sleep soundly.