Dear Mr. Brutal Mario

Big Baby

After breakfast, Val accompanied her husband to sleep. Mario complained he couldn't sleep all night. So to apologize Val accompanied her husband to sleep. He gently stroked the head of Mario who had fallen asleep because really sleepy. Slowly he got out of bed. She walked with a heart so as not to wake her husband. Val breathed a sigh of relief after successfully exiting the room. He stepped into the kitchen to drink.

"Mom." Greet the child when his Mommy enters the family room.

"Against Watch what?" Val asked to join them.

"Let's watch Mom's cartoon."

"Mom."

"Yes dear."

"Come to the back garden. Veer saw yesterday there was a ripe banana too Mom. We make fried bananas yuk."

"Yes. Come on." Val took his son's hand.

They've reached the back garden. Val cut his own banana because the tree is not high so easy.

"You want to eat a banana?"

"You Mum." Val gets three bananas for his son.

"Sweet Mom."

"Yes Mom. Sweet."

"Make Banana fritters Mom."

"Yes. Mom will make it."

Val is in the kitchen making fried bananas for his son. He peeled the banana and cut it lengthwise until it was shaped like a fan. Val dipped it in the dough and fried it until cooked. While waiting ready Val also makes lunch in the kitchen help chef. All the work Val can't do actually. But for the request of the child she will do it herself and her husband allows with a note not to be exhausted.

Mario woke up from his sleep at 12 p.m. His wife is not on his side now. He's looking for Val. The woman came out of one of her children's rooms.

"Where are you going By?" The man immediately hugged his wife.

"I'm done with Van to sleep for a while. Oh Yes Dad. You want a fried banana. I made it."

"Later on. I'm gonna take a shower."

"Yes, I'm ready for the shirt."

"Mandiin' yes too."

"I took a shower. You shower yourself."

"Come dong. bathein."

"Not ah shower yourself there."

"You are that." Mario starts whining until it makes Val careless.

Finished bathing and waiting for her husband to finish praying Val immediately feed Mario for lunch. He really has a big baby now. The promise of the husband exceeds the children and their overprotective children are the same. Val is dizzy every day with his fourth act. But he was patient and calm in dealing with them.

"Where were you when I slept?"

"Yes at first I want to drink and check on the children who are watching. They took me to pick a banana. Yaudah I'm picking."

"You picked it up yourself?"

"Yes."

"Danger knows. Don't repeat it again. I don't like it."

"Not tall is the tree Dad."

"Not to be repeated anymore. You can't be sapped. You heard the doctor's message. I'm worried about you. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Sorry for you to worry. Not anymore."

"I'm sorry. Another cow."

"Ah yes." Val continues to feed her husband.

"That means that while I sleep, you don't accompany me."

"I'm company. But when you slept, I was out."

"You are so... Naughty." Mario pinched his wife's nose.

"Dad."

"Yes dear."

"Dad doesn't want to have another daughter. Let's fit a guy 2 girls 2."

"No, that's enough."

"Now, Dad?"

"Yes, I think I've had enough children. No need to go any further."

"I don't want your attention to be divided anymore. Second, I can't bear to see you in pain during childbirth again. I used to say that the twins had not enough to get pregnant again but you ngeyel and the result Van was born. Third, with your condition like this I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Daddy doesn't want Van to be born?" Ask the little girl who arrived near the door.

"Van." Both surprised.

"It's not so Van." Mario said, Seeing his son cry.

"Daddy is evil." The van left them.

"Dad if you like it carelessly." Val followed her son.

Mario flinched his pulsating temple. He sighed. Mario is sure his son is sulking now.

"Dear not cry."

"Daddy doesn't want Van. Daddy's evil."

"Daddy doesn't mean so dear. Daddy's not bad."

"Mom lied. Daddy doesn't love Van."

Val hugged his son tighter, trying to calm Van who was now crying as he pleased.

Mario enters his son's room. He saw his wife calming Van who was crying.

"Van."

"Daddy is evil."

"That's not what Daddy meant. Daddy just didn't want Mom to be in pain during childbirth. Daddy was planning to have only two children. But Van arrived. Daddy loves Van as Daddy loves the other Daddy kids. Van is Daddy's only daughter. There's no way Daddy doesn't love Van."

"Daddy lied."

"Jeez Van Daddy didn't lie. When you were born, Daddy bathed you for the first time. Daddy may not love you. If you don't believe just ask Mom."

"Really Mom?"

"Yes. Don't know. He said so."

"By. You are that."

"Ah yes yes. Daddy's bathing Van. Daddy loves Van like Daddy loves Van's sister." Val said as she wiped her son's tears.

"So Daddy loves Van?"

"of course. Van is Daddy's son. Now don't lash anymore, right?"

"No."

"That's dong." Mario peeps his daughter's forehead.

"Gosh my god." Val was shocked as he stroked his chest to see that Mario had arrived in front of him when he closed the door.

"You don't want to be Dad"

" Where are you going By? Come out and say not."

"Yeahofgod. I'm throwing trash out front. Trash time for a while should wait for you to bathe."

"I'm looking for you in the kitchen, there's nothing back."

"Yes that. I'll throw the trash in front."

"Can aja. Answer."

"Why the hell?"

"Get me to barbershop. I want a haircut."

"Go alone Dad. I'm males out again."

"Come dong By."

"Why the hell? gamau. There are a lot of guys. Ntar you are jealous and make rich troublemakers when buying a tent yesterday again." Val said out of fear that her husband was as jealous as yesterday when buying a tent. A jealous Mario berates one of the buyers who accidentally holds his wife's hand because of the wrong person.

"Nothing. I made a reservation for the place. One barbershop for me."

"Dark. Go alone."

"Come dong By. I brought you your bag."

"God. Real intention. Come on, let's go."

"Thank You, darling." Mario smelled his wife's face.

"Not much behavior. Or I'm not your friend."

"Yes yes." The man took his wife's hand to leave.