I Love You Young Master

Chapter 20 | Where Is Our Daddy?

Waiting is something Jovan and Jovin are less fond of. They don't like to wait, but hobbies make others wait for them.

Strange indeed this Aqilla's son.

Jovan and Jovin grinned. The two were standing next to Aqilla's bedroom door, preparing to commit an incident before leaving for school.

Jovin stuck his ear to the door. When the sound of footsteps approaching sounded, the little girl gave a code to her brother that their mommy would open the door immediately.

“One..” count Jovan.

“Two..” connect Jovin.

“Three!” Simultaneously, with the door open. The two threw a basin of wheat flour up to hit Aqilla's body from top to bottom.

Aqilla immediately lowered her head, avoiding the flour grains from hitting her eyes. Both of his mouth was open in shock.

“Hahahaaa..” The laughter of the twins reverberated in every corner of the house. They bertos ria see their kejailan succeeded in total impeccably. “MAN FLOUR! HAHAHA.” ledek both.

Both of Aqilla's hands were clenched, her teeth were bluffing violently, her jaws were hardened, and her eyes were blazing. “Jovan.. Jovin..” he said furious.

Instead of being afraid, the two boys ran away to avoid their mommy who was chasing straight away. The laughter of the two children still continues to thunder like a speaker tuned to the maximum volume.

“Haha.. Cute Mommy,” exclaimed Jovan while taking refuge behind the sofa.

“Eat him, Mommy, don't stay in the room for long. We are, right, so late,” continued Jovin, who was adopted by his brother.

Aqilla chose to stop chasing. He snorted violently. “Bawel really, anyway, you guys. Fortunately own child,”.

“Kalo isn't?” ask Jovan curiously.

“Udah Mommy iket, continue to enter the barrel, discharged it into the ocean.”

The twins laugh again. They have no fear of acting like this. Mommy they do tend to be like friends sometimes, so the third style of speech is fairly relaxed and very open.

“Udah, deh. Let's go, you're late.”

Jovan and Jovin had stopped laughing even though there was still a little left over. “Mommy doesn't clean first?” jovan said with a mocking smile seeing Aqilla's entire body turn white.

Aqilla snorts. “Huh! Mommy anter you guys first, new shower.”

Jovan and Jovin giggle behind Aqilla. Both are happy again, happy with the incident this time.

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Time passes quickly. Jovan and Jovin have finished their school. Right now, the two were sitting in a chair near the security guard post, waiting for their mommy to pick up.

“Hi, Twins,” greet Mike, one of the children who is in the 1st grade of elementary school.

Jovan and Jovin who felt spoken to smiled kindly. “Hello, Mike,” say hello both back.

“Are you waiting for your mommy to pick you up?” ask Mike.

Jovin nodded. “Yes, you are right.”

“Then where’s your daddy? How come I never saw it?” mike asked to know.

The twins fell silent, confused as to what to answer. While Mike continued to stare at them with a curious look.

“They don’t have daddy.”

Jovan, Jovin, and Mike turned to the origin of the sound. Jovin rolled his eyes lazily seeing Selsy coming. The girl always bothered him with his sister.

Mike looked at Jovan and Jovin with a frown. “Don’t have a daddy?” the repeat doesn't understand. “Why did it happen?”

Selsy laughed mockingly. “If my mother said, they are illegal children,” she said.

“Illegitimate child? What is an illegal child? I don’t understand,” asked Mike who does not know about the term.

Selsy is of Indonesian descent, while Mike is of Calgary origin. So, the term bastard like that he did not understand.

Just now Selsy wanted to explain, the girl had already run towards the middle-aged man who still looked young with a happy look. “Papa!” pekiknya happy. “Today Papa pick up Selsy?” tanyakanya.

Papa Selsy smiled and nodded. “Iya, Darling. Glad it wasn't Papa who picked up?”

“Thank you!” exclaim Selsy enthusiastically. “Papa, let's stop by for ice cream. Promise, only one cup, kok.”

Jovin who saw Selsy's closeness to her papa made her envious. His face turned cloudy. And, it was known to Jovan.

As an older brother, Jovan certainly understood his sister's feelings. Jovin would have also wanted to be treated like that by their daddy. However, until this second, Aqilla had never discussed who their daddy was and why their daddy was not on their side.

The twins thought their mommy and daddy had a problem. So, the two did not dare to ask, afraid of making Aqilla sad.

“Jovan, Jovin.”

The two called children looked. The smiles of the two expand to see their mommy come in a special white IAF suit. They immediately ran over to Aqilla who was also stepping closer.

“Mommy,” call Jovin who immediately ran hugging Aqilla who was already crouching. “Mommy from headquarters, yes?”

“Iya, Girl. Sorry, yes, rather long,” Aqilla said regretfully.

“Huh, if it's Mommy's work problem, Jovin where can be angry.” The little girl was upset.

Aqilla chuckles. He turned toward his son who stood with an indistinct highlight. Aqilla raised next to her eyebrows, confused by Jovan's intentions. As Aqilla knew, Jovan wanted to tell her something.

“Let's go home,” take Aqilla. He stood up and held his two children's hands on the right-left side.

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The night came quickly. Aqilla, Ely, Jovan, and Jovin have finished their dinner with Indonesian dishes.

“Mom, Jovin to the room first, yes. I'm sleepy, nih.” Jovin rubbed his eyes which did feel heavy.

Aqilla also agreed. He also reminded that his son washes his hands and feet, brushes bites, and prays before bed—a habit that Aqilla had instilled long ago.

Turning to the son, Aqilla volunteered to drive him to the room. Jovan refused because he felt he was grown. However, Aqilla insisted. So Jovan resigned and let his mommy follow him into the room.

Since the twins were 5 years old, Jovan and Jovin have their own room. Aqilla purposely separated them to cultivate courage.

“Tumben really, Mom. Usually bodo very tuh,” quipped Jovan who knows the figure of Aqilla.

Aqilla laughed, feeling cornered because of her own child. He sat on the bed opposite Jovan. “Same Mommy, there's something you want to ask about time at school, right?” he said to the point.

Jovan was silent, not surprised that Aqilla could find out because her mommy was too sensitive to the feelings of others.

“What you looked at Mommy hinted at something, Boy. Now tell me, what's the matter exactly?” aqilla was also curious.

Jovan lowered his head for a moment, he let out a long sigh, only to raise his head. “Where is our daddy, Mom?” tanyanya ventured.

The deg!

Aqilla froze.

At last...

Finally, this question came up..

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