Friend Outrage

49. Sorry

"Trus you hold no words?" Asked Clara while holding back her laughter. He was quite curious whether his father could hold his talk let alone about intimate relationships.

"Yes is held. Kan the real father" The answer was not from Nesya's mouth but from a man who had been in Clara's room for some time.

Both of them looked towards the voice. It was Biantara who was carrying a tray of food and a glass of white milk.

"While, what is held try. Usually also if the nausea has been said to directly ask for rations again." Nesya who disagrees with her husband's answer. And that made both Clara and Biantara laugh.

"Hahahaha, that ration is important, baby. Clara, I brought you breakfast. You see, I'm not waiting for you, why Clara?" Tangung Biantara because Clara's hand instead held her back from approaching.

"Daddy stinks!!" Reveal Clara with the other hand covering her own nose. Biantara instantly sniffed the scent of his own body.

"No, really. I don't smell Clara. It's only been half an hour since I took a shower." Biantara was very confident in his scent. He also asked his wife for her opinion with a body gesture. However, the wife immediately shook her head and said the word "Bau" without a sound.

"I don't understand Dad either. Just lately the smell of men's bodies in the morning must be on the smell in my opinion." Bright Clara.

"Here let me go" Nesya said, taking over the tray her husband had brought. Nesya approached Clara. Then he scoops the rice and side dishes on the plate "Biarin aja, well. Maklumin aja, also the name of pregnant women. I like to be sensitive to things that are not important. Cook dad forgot when you got pregnant first."

Biantara seemed to think for a moment in his place. After that, his face changed.

"Ah, yes. If so, then you stay first. Kasian Bagas ama Cia if stay later. Bye," Biantara immediately went out of the room. Clara who saw that immediately looked at her mother in wonder.

"Hhhhmmmm, I don't know what mom is either." Answer Nesya lightly. His answer just now contradicted the look on his face. It was as if Nesya was holding back her laughter.

Clara herself felt no need to find out too deeply because she knew it might be quite embarrassing for her father. Some mouthfuls finally entered Clara's mouth. At least it was enough Clara as breakfast although not too much.

"Udah, ma." Pinta Clara when Nesya handak bribed him back.

"Related?" Nesya's question was answered nod by Clara.

"Yes, if I think you're enough. Mama take the plate down first. Don't forget to suck the milk. If it's finished on the table first. Mom will bring it down." Nesya explained to Clara as she placed the plate on the tray and placed the milk glass on the table.

"Hhhmmmm, mom. Can I talk to Mama for a second?" With hesitation Clara asked. Clara's question made Nesya stop her intention to go down and sit down next to Clara.

"Talk, Clara. Mama will beat you here." Nesya stroked her son's arm slowly. Meanwhile Clara looked at him timidly. At the last second he shed his tears.

"Ma, I'm sorry. I embarrassed and disappointed my mother. I shouldn't have said that to a stranger. I broke my promise to Mom. Me," Clara's words stuck to the end of her throat. No sound came out other than her crying.

"Hush, mama's not upset and angry with you anymore, really." Nesya immediately hugged Clara tightly. Tears fell because they could not bear the condition of their children.