Degrees of My House

CHAPTER 81

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Ibra has arrived at Al school. He walked towards the school garden and saw the back of his son who was sitting alone while swinging his legs.

"Boy," call Ibra after reaching Al's place.

Al turned his head and found Ibra sitting next to him with a sinless smile. Al was upset, regardless of Ibra Al immediately stood up and walked towards the car. Lucky the car wasn't in the lock. Al opened the car door as soon as he got to Ibra's car. Al, who usually sits next to the steering wheel, now chooses to sit in the back seat.

Ibra just smiled while shaking her head to see the annoyed face of her son. It looks funny and adorable.

"Why sit in the back, Boy?" ibra asked as soon as she got in the car.

"Hmm" muttered Al answering Ibra's question. The boy folded both hands on the chest with a look that was diverted outwards.

Lothawat! If the sambeknya to the house, can abis I scolded Dee. Ibra was not calm.

Without thinking long Ibra turned her body back and immediately lifted the tiny body Al to be in the seat in front next to the steering wheel.

"Abi's not a driver, Boy," Ibra said.

Al was upset, he stomped his feet down there. Waiting for her Abi for two hours irritated her.

"Boy, Abi's sorry, huh?" ibra said with a sorry face.

"Bad devil. Why are you late to pick up Al? What if Al is kidnapped by evil? What if Al is fucked? What did Abi say Umi? Al subtle wait Abi first can go home. Abi does not love Al. Al mau aduin with Umi," Al's nagging issued his unek-unek to Ibra.

Ibra held back a smile seeing her son's upset face. Instead of being scared, Al looked even more adorable. "Al is Abi!" al Ketus said, looking at Ibra's smile.

Ibra took Al's body into his lap. "Sorry, yes. Abi had a need for a while, so it was too late to pick Al up. Tomorrow Abi will repeat. Sorry huh?" al pleaded with Al.

"There's a scarf" replied Al.

"What?"

"Ice Klim," replied Al.

Ibra smiled happily and nodded. These conditions are so easy for him. "That's the easy thing, Boy."

"Ice Klim by Abi Sendili. Al doesn't want to be bought!" al was firm.

Ibra's eyes widened at the request of her son. Making Ice Cream? Just be right. He rarely eats ice cream.

"Boy" whined Ibra like a child to Al.

Al shook his head while moving his index finger to the right and left right in front of Ibra's face. "Ice Klim made by Abi or Umi?" tanya Al gave Ibra a choice.

"Huh, well," said Ibra resigned. He better make some Ice Cream for Al than Dee. His allowance for making out will be reduced.

"Abi is spun," said Al rubbing Ibra's hair like a father rubbing his son's hair.

"Abi, Al is sitting on Abi's lap?" al pinta.

"But Abi has to drive, Boy."

"Let's get Al's arm while driving."

"But, B-"

"Al bench or Umi's talk?" cut Al quickly threatens his Abinya.

Ibra turned Al's body forward. After that, Ibra turns on the car engine and runs it with Al sitting on his lap. This was not difficult, as Al did not block the sight of Ibra into the street. But Ibra's thigh felt numb holding his son during the trip.

This kid is really my son, really ignorant. Maybe Papa gini time ago yes, when I was jahilin. Ibra's mind grumbled because of her son's attitude.

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While at home, Dee is careless because his son has not returned from school. Moving from one sofa to another. From standing, sitting and standing again. Pacing like iron waiting for his son's return.

"Calm down, kid. Maybe Al went to the same office Ibra," said Wijaya calm his son-in-law.

"But it's not usually like this, Pa. Must be Mas Ibra saying if you want to take Al to his office," said Dee worried.

Not long after, the sound of a car stopped in front of the porch of the house. Dee immediately ran out to approach her husband and son.

"Don't run, honey!" ibra shouted at Dee who was running from inside the house.

Dee ignored her husband's words. Dee immediately crouched down and examined every inch of his son's body.

"It's okay, son?" dee asked worriedly to Al.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Umi" said Al.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Al's okay, right?" ask Dee again.

Al looked up at Abinya. The boy's eyebrows go up and down teasing Ibra. Ibra who saw Al's behavior made a face plea for Al not to tell Dee.

"Al is fine, Umi," replied Al calmly.

"Why did you just come home? why did you just come home, Mom?" dee asked Al and Ibra alternately.

"So Al played with Al's friend, Umi. That's a long time ago" Al told Dee.

"Really, Mas?" tanya Dee made sure to Ibra.

"Yes, dear," Ibra replied with a definite nod. This kid and Abi are really compact.

After that they went into the house. Ibra sits in the living room with her Papa while Dee helps Al change his school uniform.

Arriving at Al's room, Dee immediately helps her son to change clothes.

"Umi, the ingredients to make Ice Klim exist, right, Umi?" al asked Dee who was opening her belt.

"It seems to be there, son. Make what?" ask Dee.

"Abi wants to make Ice Click for Al, Umi," said Al glad to tell Ibra.

"Well, really?"

Al nodded surely agreeing to Uminya's question. After finishing taking off Al's uniform, Dee immediately stood up to pick up Al's change of clothes in the closet. But Dee had not stepped out his legs, his stomach was again painful and cramping.

"Aw," Dee groaned withstanding the pain in her stomach.

Oh my God, this is why it hurts so much. Inner Dee endured her pain.

"Umi why?" tanya Al looked at Uminya's pale face and broke out in sweat.

Dee shook her head and tried to smile so her son wouldn't worry. Dee tried to move her legs towards Al's closet.

"UMI," cried Al to see Dee sitting on the floor holding her stomach.

"Al, call Abi, son," Dee told Al.

Al nodded and immediately ran out of the room, with a drawer and singlet attached to his body to call Ibra who was sitting in the living room.

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