I Love You Young Master

Chapter 18 | Gifts from Jovin

Indeed, yes, the name of the hobby if it has produced this so it is very comfortable to do. After Jovan's victory last week, today it was Jovin's turn to perform at a sing and dance competition.

If seen, it is quite normal, anyway, if the hobby of singing is like this for children.

“Udah ready, Dek?” asked Jovan who saw her sister arrive in the dining room wearing a cling-cling suit.

E. it means not cling-cling that is as bright as it is. Anyway, Jovin's outfit was some kind of sweet pink mini dress with tight black pants covering her entire tiny legs. The little girl should look stunning dong.

“Jovin born with maximum readiness,” exclaimed Jovin excited. His two small hands were clenched in front of his chest, then raised upwards.

Aqilla and Ely could only laugh anxiously at the behavior of the youngest. Jovan also chuckled amusedly. The look on his sister's face is so funny now. His purple eyes were rounded with an enthusiastic twinkle.

“Udah, deh. Cepet eat, we leave for the place of the sheep,” said Aqilla stopped the debate between her two children.

Actually Jovan and Jovin wanted to retaliate again, but given the situation was less likely, they chose obediently today. The four of them ate quietly even though the twins occasionally acted out. Whether it's fork wars or playing with glasses, they just can't stay still.

Huh. understand my son. They are small, their brains are big.

A few minutes passed, the four finished eating breakfast. Without delaying again, Aqilla immediately invited them to the event venue.

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“Spirited, Deck,” said Jovan before leaving Jovin on the backstage, joining the other participants.

Jovin nodded strongly, his enthusiasm was not to play. “Quiet aja, Brother. Jovin is always optimistic,” replies with a smile.

Jovan hugs Jovin who is meticulously reciprocated. That's really good to see. The two boys with masks that almost covered half their faces looked very sweet if they were getting along. But, if it's a storm, of course the Aqilla puyeng.

“Hopefully win, Princess Mommy,” Aqilla said as she stroked Jovin's head slowly, she did not want to ruin her own struggle in terms of hairdressing. Believe me, Aqilla took more than 2 hours to arrange Jovin's hair to such an extent.

Fortunately, Ely came at that time. Otherwise, it can be hours of Aqilla frustration.

“Beautiful niece Aunty, don't lose, okay? Jovin definitely won!” Ely was encouraging. Jovin smiled a lot.

Aqilla, Ely, and Jovan leave the backstage. Jovin waved cheerfully until he was picked up by his manager to join the other participants in the waiting room. The manager was named Blessy—Jovin used to call him Aunty Essy.

Jovin smiled sweetly as he saw the other participants glancing at him cynically. They didn't like to see the little boy here. Because, Jovin always buy the first champion since the little girl was present. They are, right, so there's no chance.

Unfortunately, none of them dared to act out of bounds to Jovin. Mommy Jovin is too powerful to fight. It was certain that whoever was harassing Jovin, Aqilla would come with a burning aura of anger.

Lastly, there used to be participants who deliberately pushed Jovin to fall and the little girl's hand was scuffed. Blessy certainly directly reported to Aqilla. And, you know what that woman did?

Aqilla made a huge loss in the participants' family business and destroyed the participants' careers in entertainment until they were not allowed to enter any competitions and join any agency. Aqilla just needs to call to do that. It is wrong, because it is called abuse of power.

But, if not, people can go further and underestimate them.

“Hey, Girl, you want to eat something first?” ask Blessy for attention. Although she is of Canadian descent, working for several months with Jovin made her able to speak Indonesian. Unfortunately, the accent is a little funny.

Jovin. “Not necessary, Aunty. But, if possible, Jovin wants to drink water.”

Blessy smiled little. “Of course, Beautiful. Aunty's gonna get you some water. Your schedule is still long, kok.”

Blessy likes Jovinka's personality. The little girl still respected him as a manager even though he was getting famous now. In fact, not infrequently Jovin mentioned his name every time he was asked about anyone who contributed to this career.

Jovin waited alone in his chair. His purple eyes were circulated around, watching other participants' friends who were busy berias or improving appearance. And, all those people are people 15 years old and above.

Only he is 6 years old.

Ah, naw. There's a little kid too. She's a 7-year-old little girl. Currently sitting accompanied by his father—maybe, anyway. Seeing that, Jovin felt a little envious.

If Jovin had a daddy, it would be fun...

Jovin breathed a heavy sigh. He shook strongly. No. Mommy isn't pa pa, either. Sorry, God, Jovin remains grateful for having a good mommy like Mommy Qilla.

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“Our next contestant... Vin!”

Jovan screamed loudly when the lights were turned off and focused on the younger brother who was standing in the middle of the stage. Aqilla and Ely join in shouting for Vin's name and fighting.

Almost the entire audience was shocked. Moreover, the judges who had been gaping when they saw Jovin jumped to do a little attraction. Jovin's body is a rubber tub that can bend so flexibly.

About three minutes later, the song ended. Jovin bowed politely and smiled sweetly until some of the people who were looking along smiled uneasily. Jovin returns to the backstage with his tiny legs.

“Good, Girl. Your appearance is always cool,” praise Blessy who is already crouching in front of Jovin. He even rubbed Jovin's super adorable chubby cheeks.

Jovin smiled broadly. “Thank you, Aunty Essy.”

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“The first winner of this competition is... VIN!” shouting MC.

Jovin who heard his pseudonym was called the winner immediately jumped up and down on the spot. Blessy who saw the laugh. He also led the champion on stage.

While the other participants again looked at Jovin irritatedly. He again, he won. That is what they think when translated into English.

Jovin receives trophies, certificates, bouquets of flowers, and prize money. In fact, there are several agencies that offer to join. No matter if the little girl was still underage for work, they were too amazed by Jovin's figure.

“Uncle,” call Jovin tugging the MC suit. The MC smiled, then crouched down to equalize high. “Can I bore the microphone, Uncle?” ask Jovin politely.

The MC laughed with anxiety. He handed over the microphone to Jovin. In fact, he helped bring the trophy because the cute girl had trouble holding the microphone.

“Hi everyone,” saya Jovin.

“Hello..” reply to the boisterous audience.

“Vin is very happy to win again. Vin wants to especially thank someone.” Jovin turned his gaze towards Aqilla, Ely, and Jovan sat down. “Thank you, Mommy. Thank you for being the greatest mommy who always supports all of Vin’s favorites. Vin dear Mommy, I love you.”

“Ouw.” Everyone was moved by Jovin's sincere words.

Especially Aqilla who carved a thin smile on her lips. He was proud of himself for being able to educate his two children to this extent. Despite her guilt, Aqilla is glad her two children grew up the way they should.

The MC who had received the new microphone also exclaimed. “Hm, I'm curious as to what kind of figure Vin's mommy loves very much. Is your mommy here, Vin?”

Jovin looked up and smiled. “Yes, Uncle. My mom is here.”

“How about we call Mommy Vin on stage everyone?” ask the MC for an opinion from all the audience.

“Yes! Come up!”

“We’re curious too!”

“Call your mommy here, Vin,” pinta the MC whispered.

Jovin jumped in small. “Mommy! Come here, Mom! Come ride!” the thrill of a successful splash invites a high level of anxiety.

Aqilla laughed for a while. Then he stood up from his seat after leaving Jovan to Ely. All pairs of eyes turned to her who was walking closer to the stage. Some of them glared at recognizing the figure of Aqilla.

Aqilla managed to get on stage with the help of some staff. Suddenly everyone saw him.

“M–Miss Qaill?” said the MC. I feel nervous and in disbelief.

“Yes, it’s me.” Aqilla looked at the MC with a meaningful smile.

“A–Are you Vin’s. mommy?” tanyanya nervous.

Aqilla smiled faintly. “Yeah, she is my daughter.” Staring at Jovin who was smiling widely.

“Mommy!” exclaim Jovin girang. He ran towards Aqilla and lunged at her, hugging her tightly with her certificates, flowers, and envelopes in hand. “Jovin wins, Mom,” whispers.

Aqilla squatted down and rubbed Jovin's head full of pride.

Suddenly the little girl put all the stuff in her hand onto the floor, continued running towards the MC and took her cup. “This trophy is for Mommy.”

Aqilla smiled. “You are indeed Mommy's proud son, Girl.”

^^^To be continuous...^^^