Dimadu Tak Semanis Honey

Bonus #5

As usual, I woke up early to prepare breakfast, of course after performing the morning prayers first. When I finished, I walked towards Aksa's room. Waking her up helps her take a bath, prepares the uniform she will wear, accompanies her to prepare the book she will bring to school.

Zidan was already waiting at the dining table as we went down.

"Good morning champ. Why the afternoon wake up? I'll hunt at the chicken stake ...."

"I'm so sleepy, Om."

"Why? what time was bobo last night?"

"Malem, Om." He looks scared. I wonder why he sleeps at night? not as usual. It seems my confusion was clearly read by him. "Removed the robot toy."

"Robots?" manya curious. I haven't bought him a replacement robot for his broken robot yesterday.

"From papi."

"Body?" me and Zidan compact.

"Yes." Yeah." Aksa lowered her head, like she was afraid for me to be angry.

"Whose fire, baby? Mother often said, do not accept anything from people you do not know."

"Yes, Mother. Aksa apologized. Later, Aksa wants to say the same papi, Mommy can't Aksa Nerima toy same ice cream again."

"Es cream?" again, me and Zidan were compact. This time we looked at each other.

"Darling, you've known Papi for a long time?"

"Sorry, Mother." He felt guilty and a stretch of crying, without answering any questions from me. Not wanting to spoil her mood this morning, then I stopped interrogating. Let me find out for myself.

After finishing breakfast, I escorted Zidan first because of the class hours he entered earlier than Aksa.

"Darling, that's right. Gotta be a great kid and Soleh, with what Mrs said, ok."

"Okeh, mother," he said. The finger forms a small circle between the thumb and index finger.

Today Aksa came home early. Because the teachers and the Aksa school had to hold meetings, he said to negotiate the annual school festival. Events to be attended by Fathers. Ah, what am I gonna do later?

Celebrations and awards for Fathers named Day of Hero. Maybe, I'll ask Zidan to come. After all, Aksa did consider Zidan a Hero for her.

"Sir, we don't go home, Aksa's school is just a moment. We'll go to the fresh market for a minute."

"Yes, Mom."

Arriving at the fresh mart, I chose some vegetables and fruits. I intend to make a fruit salad for lunch later.

Choosing the best quality items requires precision to waste a long time. Done it.

There was still time to wait for Aksa to finish the class. My eyes were on a boutique. I want to buy some hijab, it feels like I haven't bought a new hijab for so long.

These footsteps stopped when they wanted to make a boutique door. I feel like someone's been following me. It felt uncomfortable, and made me restless for no reason.

I look around. Nothing suspicious. Ah, it's just my feeling, maybe.

Don't want to waste any more time. Kutepis taste it, go into the boutique and then choose some hijab that suits my wishes.

There is still plenty of time left. It's just, I have to go to Aksa's school immediately.I'm very curious about the person that Aksa calls Papi. Who knows I could see her approaching Aksa today.

Car drove. A little away from the usual pick-up. I really wonder about that guy. Who her? why is my son calling him Papi?

The bell rings. The exact parking lot for the pick-up has begun to fill up. My eyes focused on the exit, I waited for my little prince to appear from there.

And, yes .. that's Aksa.

Why is he running to another place? why did he ignore my hand? he didn't see my whereabouts. A lot of questions came into my head. Until I saw Aksa approaching a man in a black car.

My footsteps were very fast, but slower than running.

"Aksa ..." she looked, along with the man she was with. He brought a paper bag to give Aksa. I saw it because Aksa's hand was in a position ready to receive.

"Honey, why not nyamperin mom? why come here?"

"Papi ..." a small child emerges from the school exit.

"Hi dear ..." they hugged. "How was school today?"

"Mistake. What else did papi bring? this is for Aksa, huh?" the little girl pointed at the paper bag that the man was holding.

"Yes, this is for Aksa."

"Bun, this is Gisel. And this is the Papi." said Aksa.

"Oh, yes. Hello Gisel." I waved my hand. The girl smiled so sweetly.

"I'm sorry, before if I was presumptuous often buy Aksa toys without permission. Introduce, I'm Johan, Gisel's father." he reached out. Obviously I did not welcome him. Just the smile I gave.

He'll understand. Pulling his hand back with a slightly forced smile.

"Yes, it's okay. It's just, I feel bad. Fear of trouble."

"It's okay, Auntie. Gisel likes Aksa. So, Gisel often asked Papi to buy toys for Aksa," said the little girl.

"Thank you, baby. Aksa must have had a friend as good as Gisel."

"Yes, Aunt. Don't get mad at Aksa, yeah."

"No dong, baby. If you knew this from Gisel, Auntie wouldn't be angry. The time at kasih.mainam from a princess as beautiful as this was rejected, anyway." I lowered my head, slightly brought the face closer to Gisel. Finely pinch her cheeks.

"Hi, Mr. Han." that voice made me rise and turn my head. "Eh, there's Jeng Siti too," he continued. "duh. What's the matter? duda cool is chatting with the widow of Solehah. Will we get an invitation letter soon." Goda jeng Ami, the mother of Kafael, Aksa's classmate.

Whahuh? a widower? so, Gisel's dad's a widower?

Connect ....

good night everyone. When the abegeh are staying overnight weekly. What power, mom-emak mah just fall watch soap 😅 even though not all.

To fill the time while lying down, it is better to up for this story.

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Johan and Gisel