I Love You Young Master

Chapter 47 | Habits of Twins

Days pass. The entire Refalino family slept through the night with a happy heart. Reva is happy to be able to hug Jovan who is calmly sleeping flanked by her and Robert. Rayhan gets a tight hug from his daughter all night.

It's like a dream come true.

When it was still dark, Reva moved uneasily. His hand fumbled aside, empty, finding nothing.

Reva's eyes opened. The woman fretted realizing Jovan wasn't in position. He looked here and there, looking for the figure of his grandson who was out of nowhere. The bathroom also does not forget to check.

Was yesterday just a dream?

Reva fear. He was afraid that the events at the party were mere hallucinations. Reva couldn't have done it if it really happened.

“Papi, wake, Pi. Build..” Reva shook the shoulder of her husband who was still asleep. “Papi.”

Robert sat down with a pillow face. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his anxious-looking wife. “Mami why?” ask her with a hoarse voice.

“Jovan, Pi. Jovan isn't there,” replied Reva.

Robert panicked. The man drowned, looking for his grandson who was nowhere to be found. Highlight his eyes stopped at the clock hanging on the wall, at half-five in the morning.

“We search below, Mi,” invite Robert. Reva nodded in agreement.

A couple came out of the room. Coinciding with Rayhan who also came out of his room. The man was also worried because Jovin was not next to him.

“Nak, are you awake?” tanya Reva approached her son.

Rayhan nodded. “Iya, Mi. Ray was surprised Jovin wasn't in the room. There is no bathroom either.”

Reva bit her lower lip agitated. Where did both of his grandchildren go? No way, right, last night was just a dream?

“Jovan is also not in Papi's room,” Robert said.

The three agreed to look for the twins downstairs. Every waiter who passed by was questioned. But they answered not knowing. Until finally there was one servant who said that he knew where the little master and his little lady were.

“Prince and princess are in the guest room over there, Madam, Sir,” replied the maid.

Although the three were overwhelmed by confusion, they did not care for him for a moment. What they must make sure first is the existence of the twins. They rushed to the guest room.

“Say—”

Reva, Robert, and Rayhan were stunned watching the scene ahead. Somehow, the warm air possessed the hearts of the three. It was true that the twins were in the room.

Jovan and Jovin are prostrating, one of the movements in prayer. With Jovan as the priest, Jovin mimicked the movement of the older brother sitting final tasyahud. After reciting the prayer according to the passage, Jovan made a greeting gesture followed by his sister.

Not finished there, both of them. Continue to pray, hoping that their togetherness with the extended family will never be separated again. Reva who heard to tears had heard the sincere prayers of the two children.

Salad done. Jovin greets her brother, avenged with a peck of meaning by Jovan on Jovin's forehead. The small actions that Aqilla had long instilled in them.

They finished performing the Fajr Prayer.

“Oh, Daddy? The grandpa? A grandma? How, here, anyway?” wonder Jovin. He took off his face and approached Rayhan. His purple eyes watched Rayhan's face intently. “Daddy wakes up his face is tangled, hehe.”

Rayhan chuckles. She held her daughter and kissed her cheek. “Kok didn't wake up Daddy, hm?”

“Sorry, Daddy. Jovin is afraid to disturb,” great-grandson of Jovin.

Jovan became a loyal listener. He was busy fixing the sarong and mukena Jovin that was put away without being folded. It was left anyway. After everything was neat, Jovan put everything in a paper bag. “Yang spoiled early in the morning, usually show off doang,” said Jovan loudly.

Jovin glanced at his cynical brother. “Syrics only.”

“One forgets another if his son two, not one doang,” said Jovan again. He looked at the irritated Rayhan who was even laughing with anxiety.

Not wanting to make his son sulk, Rayhan lowers Jovin, then approaches Jovan. “Iri, yes?” tease Rayhan. He also lifted the tiny body of Jovan that felt so light.

“Eri? Haha.. Jovan, coke, envy.” Jovan's face turned flat. “Jealous aja,” muttered Jovan while grinning small.

Rayhan laughed. He took Jovan in circles. Both are echoing. Jovin instead cheered happily asking his daddy not to stop so that his brother dizzy.

Reva smiled shadyly at the laughter of her son whom she had not heard for a long time. Please do not take this happiness from us, O God...

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“Grandma!” call Jovin cheerful. In his small body was already attached to the school uniform neatly. Only Jovin's hair is still uncluttered.

“Wah, is school ready, Beautiful?” reva asked while crouching in front of Reva. He pinched his granddaughter's cheek so funny.

Jovin smiled beautifully. “Grandma, Jovin ask please can?”

“Ask what please, Darling?”

“Jovin wants his hair pigtailed in two. Grandma can not?” Jovin shows two pigtails complete with his black bando.

“Can dong, Darling. Here sit.”

The two women were swept away in their respective activities. Reva makes cute pigtails out of her grandson's long hair while listening to the little girl's babble about her school. Robert who came alone was not ignored.

“Tadaaa..”.

Ignore his face, yes. Just look at her hair, hehe. Even though she's really cute.

Jovin clapped his hands and looked at his hair. He hugged Reva to thank him.

Not long after, Jovan arrives with Rayhan. Just like her sister, Jovan was wearing the same uniform. While Rayhan uses his work clothes—shirt and suit.

“Uwaw,” decak Jovan see her sister's hairdo. “Grandma hair pigtails good.”

“Still, Honey,” reply Reva.

“Kalo mommy mah where can make this,” timpal Jovin pecked himself in the mirror that had been brought. He really likes this order.

“Yes, mommy is usually just combed, right?” jovan Sahut.

“Commonly, mommy, right, different from the most different,” replied Jovin giggled. Because there is no Aqilla, so they are free to talk about—

“Oh, again talk Mommy, yes?”

The deg!

Jovan and Jovin's bodies stiffened. The two turned towards the main door, looking towards Aqilla who was apparently standing there with her hands ruffled by her waist.

“Aduh, department. The female devil comes,” squeals Jovan and Jovin compactly. A second later, the two smothered their mouths to realize that their tiny lips had betrayed them.

“Mommy, female devil?” Aqilla looked at her two children sharply. Next to the corner of his lips pulled upwards, smiling obliquely. “Wah, wow, wow, it turns out that someone wants to be punished, nih.”

Save your cute servant, O Allah...

To be continue...