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"why hide?" asked Ana while extending her hand.
Wales approached Ana and then wanted to be carried by Ana even though Wales were afraid of Ana but actually Wales loved Ana very much, Ana would be very scary if Wales were guilty.
Wales knew very well that if it hurt the waiter, Wales would apologize and pity the servant so as not to report him to Ana because Wales would do anything to get the servant's apology, ana's punishment was far more frightening than her pride in apologizing to a Servant.
"luck...! Mommy's Beloved Son." Ana kisses dear Wales cheeks black-black for chocolate.
"Mommy? Tatak ophi tak by les or oklat..! les uka oklat." said Wales who complained Sophia did not allow Wales to eat chocolate because it could damage the teeth even though Wales did not know what it was to damage the teeth.
If Wales likes to be eaten it is not forbidden that's how he thinks.
Ana smiled so charming, "yes baby..! Mommy doesn't forbid you from eating chocolate..! after this you have to shower and brush your teeth?"
Wales grinned widely and hugged Ana tightly, Ana kissing the side of Wales' face so dearly.
it is the affection and love of Ana that makes him have to be firm against his son in order to form a good Personality of Wales so as not to be spoiled and arbitrarily with the high status of a Prince.
Ana herself who bathed Wales and then changed into regular clothes because the Royal clothes were dirty while Wales was actually more comfortable wearing ordinary clothes more comfortable to carry running.
"his Majesty the Queen has arrived..!" shouted the King's Room guard.
door's open, man,
Wales, holding hands with Ana, runs into Sean's room.
"Dad?" wales shouted with pleasure.
Sean, who was holding Princess Adara, turned, "my son?" sean muttered with a big smile.
Princess Adara came down from Sean's lap and ran with her little legs towards her twin brother who was reading a children's book about fruits.
Princess Adara's twin brother is Prince Adrick Sanders.
"oh...! My little prince" said Sean, holding Wales and then peeking Wales' forehead.
Ana smiled sincerely and sat down next to Sean, "how do you do Sean?" ask Ana.
"dear baby..!" sean stared softly at Ana and hugged Wales who grinned widely.
Sean did not expect Ana's upbringing to make his Little Son's Personality so good, Sean was even surprised when Wales once made one of the Guards fall down when Wales played kite ropes, at that time Wales did not run away from the responsibility to treat the legs of the Guard and made it clear not to complain to Ana even though Wales was a Prince.
a Prince who would become the Lord of this Kingdom but Wales wanted to treat the legs of people who had a low status just because they were afraid to complain to Ana, Sean feels lucky his country has a Wise Queen like Ana is also a Successor to the throne like Wales who is very obedient and knows how to appreciate people so it is not arbitrary even though He has a very high status.
that's when Sean felt how great Ana was to educate the eldest Prince, Sean was initially worried that his Son would be a dissident but was not at all even afraid of Ana so he did not dare to arbitrarily.
"Dad?" sapa Wales's.
"yes son?" sean chuckled.
"Les au ulun...!" Pinta Wales made Sean's smile fade away instantly and Ana let out a laugh.
Wales immediately jumped from Sean's lap and ran towards his sisters, Sean was so sour in front of Ana that her laughter grew louder.
"sadonna?" whining Sean.
"Sean? why don't you change too hmm? why do you always lose to your own son?" taunted Ana.
Sean approaches Ana and hugs Ana tightly, "yes baby..! I've always been played by my own sons, but strangely I love them so much."
Ana stroked Sean's head with a laugh, Sean looked at his Sons who were so cool playing, as small as it was that his children could speak Indonesian and the language of the State of Sean how later if he grew up?
while in the State of Indonesia,
An and Carrina also have a child stacking nails like Carrina's dream so far.
the first 5-year-old boy was named Kenan.
her second 4-year-old daughter was Karolsy Maldev.
the third daughter of a 3-year-old girl named Ketty Indah Maldev.
the fourth 2-year-old boy is Kanze Maldev.
Carrina never KB because she thinks her husband's seed is too valuable wasted, Carrina loves anything about An so never waste An's seed.
"Yyyyyyyyyy?" yelled Kenan running to find Carrina.
"yes sweetheart?" carrina in the back garden ran to greet her Son.
Kenan finds Carrina and they embrace her tightly.
"oh son..!" anxious Carrina kissed Kenan's shoulder.
"May? Kenan got bajju baluu!" jenna who just entered school.
"oh yeah, baby? where's the shirt?" asked Carrina chuckled.
Kenan takes off her arms from Carrina and pulls Carrina's hand into the Living Room and Carrina sees Kenan's busy opening her bag and taking out all the new clothes she got from Kenan's new school.
Carrina laughed out loud, "congratulations baby? when will the clothes be worn?" ask Carrina gently.
"hali monday mah." replied Kenan jumping up and down in excitement.
Carrina laughs because Kenan really wants to go to school and An has just had time to enroll his eldest son in school recently, Kenan does not want a Private school but wants a crowded school.
"then the clothes wash first, right?" permission Carrina.
Kenan nodded and then ran towards the kitchen, when in the kitchen Kenan shouted to Carrina who was shocked to catch up with Kenan.
Carrina gaped at Ketty and Kanze on top of the fridge, "what are you doing baby?" peekik Carrina immediately held Ketty and put her down and carried Kanze.
"get it mah." show Kenan.
Carrina shook her head, "you got the soul of the thief from whom dear? mama never taught you to be thieves." - Carrina.
Ketty and Kanze lowered their heads while playing her tiny fingers occasionally looking up with her sad, adorable face made Carrina melt and hugged her children who were excited in Carrina's arms.
Kenan giggled because he knew his sisters were just playing, not long after An came to hold Karolsy who was familiarly called Sysy.
"what's the matter, honey?" ask An.
Kenan ran to An and hugged An's leg.
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