Charm Wife Titipan

71. I'm Dad's Son, right?

Nimas entered the house by wiping his cheeks which had just been passed by tears. He only intended to remind that his actions were wrong in his eyes, but what happened was precisely a quarrel. This was the first time they had fought until Shaka left in a fit of rage.

After Nimas thought about it again. He realized he was the one who started the fight. He should not speak by raising his tone. His annoyance that out of nowhere made Nimas lose control and forget himself.

Shaka, who had just been a few feet away from his home, regretted what he had done. Going without saying goodbye and in a state of anger is not him. Feeling guilty and unsettled, Shaka turned the steering wheel back to go home. His mind was not calm if he left Nimas in a state that was not okay.

The first quarrel was quite great according to Shaka, because he had never left home before in this angry state.

As soon as he got home, Shaka rushed to the room. He guessed his wife was there with the son. There's no other place that's comfortable than the place where Bryan is. At least that's what Shaka felt.

Shaka's steps came to a halt when he reached the middle of the door. He saw Nimas crying. The guilt gets stronger. How can Shaka forget that the happiness of Nimas must be maintained because it is prone to experiencing the baby blues.

"Sir, I'm sorry, yes. It was wrong to talk high. Mas has no intention to snatch you, Mas just want you horrified Mas. That's just it. Sorry, yes. Not on purpose, Mas, Deck." Shaka sat down under Nimas who was sitting at the bed with his head lowered. His hands tightly clasped Nimas's hands.

"Yes, it's okay. I'm the one who started. I'm sorry too."

"Sstt. Okay, don't cry. Later influence on your asi. Poor Bryan. This problem is solved here, yes. Don't yank again like that. I'm just doing what's best for you, you know, you're the world? Don't you think about it, yeah!" pinta Shaka wiped his wife's wet cheeks.

"Yes. Sorry if I get angry so easily."

"Yes it's okay. Yes, back again, yes. It's so glad now." Shaka got up and performed his usual ritual every time he went to work. Kissing his wife's forehead and his entire face.

And from then on, Ms. Marissa no longer saw her son. It felt like the first meeting after being separated was making his heart ache. He did not want to hear the words of the next Shaka who would hurt his heart. For now, seeing and following Shaka from afar was enough.

And that day Shaka and Nimas hoped that the first quarrel would be the last great quarrel. They hope that no more quarrels are caused by maintaining each other's opinions, egos, and thoughts.

Just on the second day of Bryan's age Shaka and Nimas again held a qabul ijab. Only ijab qabul no party let alone invite many people. They carried out the Ijab of Qabul in the house of Nimas. Only a few witnesses and the oldest ones there were present. Even Shaka's parents did not reveal the trunk of his nose, although Shaka had told them that he and Nimas would do a recital of the ijab. There was only one younger brother of Mr. Malik who was present as a representative of the Shaka family. It was much better than nothing, Shaka thought.

The marriage that they walk now can finally run like a husband and wife relationship in normal. Finally they can receive their respective rights in the affairs of the bed.

"Ah was very relieved," said Shaka put himself in a big bed that he had bought. Fortunately, he had changed the creaking bed into a quiet bed. Doing anything will not bring out a sound that invites the listener to be curious.

"Oh so all this time no relief?" nimas Sahut.

"Different, Deck. Legacy in something else. Bryan already dong, Daddy's change," whined Shaka at the baby who had just put his mouth on the top of the twin steps of Nimas.

"Ish don't do that, ah," said Nimas who blushed in embarrassment.

"She said she wanted to have children with Mas Cepet. You said it yourself."

"Now you know, right? When do you want to have another child? How old is Bryan? We need to talk about it now, honey. Let's get it organized."

"Maybe it's two years, Bryan's gone."

And the plan they talked about that night was just a plan. Bryan is now five years old. However, there was no sign of Nimas conceiving a second time.

What they experience certainly makes the burden of their minds increase. They are already well established in terms of the economy. Although Shaka is still a driver, their finances are very stable.

Despite being eager to have children soon, Shaka remained patient in his grief. She tried not to show her face or anything that showed that she wanted Nimas to get pregnant. He was worried that if Nimas read his mind, the woman would feel burdened because she was never pregnant again.

"Dad," called Bryan who grew up to be a child very similar to his biological father, a little judes and cold. His face was split in two.

Unfortunately, both of Shaka's parents still close their eyes and hearts to their households until now. If only they could accept little Bryan, at least they could treat their longing for Bryan who was already happy in a different place and nature.

"Yes, honey, why? What did you learn at school?" A question that Shaka often asks at night.

"Learn to read."

"Can you?"

"could. Well, I'm Dad's son, right?" bryan asked suddenly.

"Why do you ask that? Yes, obviously you're Dad's son with Mother."

"So there's my friend whose name, I look like what Mother Father. They said Daddy's face with Mother there is nothing similar to me. Who do I look like? Whose son am I? Does the child's face have to be similar to that of his parents?"

"Haha. Yes, it is not. It could be similar to grandma and grandpa, if your face does not look like Father and Mother, it does not mean you are not our child. You are the same father's child Mother, but your face does look like her brother's father. Because you are still in the stomach, Dad often quarrel with Pakde. Often gelut, anyway the same father Pakde did not get along."

"Which pakde? All I know is Om Nino. Is this same sirde different?"

"Dong different. Om or Aunt it's a call for her sister Mother or Father. If Pakde or Bude that's a call for Daddy's sister or Mommy."

"Why didn't I ever know you had a sister? I never knew Dad's parents either. Like her parents Mother."

Shaka and Nimas were silent. Bryan was small and mature like the same human being. Bryan matures into little Bryan's personality. Her personality is cold, but they are equally critical in thinking. And this is quite confusing for Shaka.