Heart Fragment

Plain Girl, Still Only!

The beautiful night has passed so beautifully. Leaving a smile, as the furry eyes looked at me lovingly.

"Morning, my dear," whispered Nayla softly.

"What would you like to have breakfast today? Nay, I want masakin for Mas Devan," he said again.

I'm still too comfortable to get up from the fight. I still want to linger here. Cuddle with a thick blanket as a warm-up.

"What time is it?" my many.

"Udah wants dawn, let's get up, ntar ga dapet angel of paradise hayo," seduced Nayla again. He gently lifted the blanket I was wearing. Stretch it out with two hands, then fold it neatly for it to keep.

"No way to get an angel from heaven, he wants to get Nay there," I said chimed in. Nayla smiles. Isha! real sweet.

I squirmed slowly, lowering my feet to climb the cold floor of the room.

"Wake before the mosque."

I looked over, seeing my wife's face was still busy tidying up the bedroom bed. Want to get back to teasing her, scrambling maybe? but there seems to be an even more interesting idea.

"There's still a few minutes, we're random again, how?" my God tickled his stomach. "Like last night" I whispered again.

"Gee! Mas Devan, mah! hunt ihh, hunt adzan." Nayla pushed me towards the bathroom. Seeing her expression so timid, adorable.

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Breakfast is served. The complete formation with Mamah who was always busy holding her granddaughter. It's nice to see a mama like this. How much she enjoyed her new role as Grandma.

"Well" call me mama.

"Yes, why?" he asked while turning the field to me.

"Devan is jealous."

"Jealous? why?" Mamah. A faint smile was drawn on his wrinkled face. Ah, ma'am, it's getting older. Makes me love him more.

"What's jealous of Mas Devan?" Nayla looks up. He who had been busy smearing jam on the bread also listened to my conversation with mamah.

"Ahahahahahaha, you're here, Van." Mom laughed crisply. He then walked closer to me. Randomized my coarse hair then.

"Ahahahahah, the time of jealousy of his own son." Nayla laughed. He sticks out his tongue, sticks out. I was just joking, but I was embarrassed too.

I looked at my little guy. He still plays with his world. Smile yourself, snack on fingers, stick out your tongue, adorable tree. I stood kissing gently Hadziq's cheeks.

"Dad's son is cool, many of them play Daddy early in the morning," I said as I stared fixedly at him. That face, why does it make me think of someone? There was a sudden shred of pain. Recollecting back to Dad. He should be here.

"Why, Van?" Mamah.

"No papa, Mah. Oh, yeah, where are the car keys?" I stared at mama.

"Well, on top of the fridge." Mom gave the code staring at the refrigerator in the kitchen.

"Mas Devan, why did you leave so early in the morning? tumben ihh," asked Nayla.

"You need the white manasin first," I replied casually as I walked towards the refrigerator. Retrieving key.

"Nay Masakin water first, wait." Nayla is standing up. He walked towards the kitchen.

Uh, what? hot water? make what?

"What's it doing, Nay?" I asked while grabbing her wrist. Hold back.

"Say you want a car? it means hot water, right?" She's staring. Holy hooch! He's still this innocent.

"That's not what it means, honey." Laughing in fear of sin. I don't laugh, it's funny my wife.

"Hahahahaha, duh Nayla, that's not it." Mamah's laughter broke. It was barely curled up to find his son-in-law speaking like that just now.

"Hehe, Nayla is wrong." Nayla scratched her own head that was not itchy. Shame, maybe? If there's no mama, I've kissed her for her expression. I could only shake her hair.

"Nayla, Nayla ...."

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