Jum Wo Ai Ni

Chapter 7

That day Lee and Erick actually legalized their marriage, both religiously and legally.

The day went on as they returned home, the two walked side by side with the grip of a hand that never left. It was as if Lee would go away if Erick let go of his hand.

"Daddy called Michi again?" Lee asked while serving black coffee without sugar to her husband.

"Hem." Erick showed me the screen of the phone that was calling Michi's number.

Lee then sat down next to her husband, writhing spoiled in his burly arms.

No. 7

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"Mommy! Mommy!" Shouted Michi looking for the whereabouts of the Mother.

"Mommy's in the kitchen!"

Hearing Juminten's voice, Michi stopped the steps that were about to go to the main room. He ran down the stairs, darting as fast as he could to get to where Juminten was preparing dinner.

"Mi, that guy's been on the phone!" Peeking Michi, he gave her phone that was still ringing.

Juminten washed his hands in the sink, then wiped them dry before receiving Michi's flat object.

"Ehem hello, good afternoon. Who am I talking to?"

Juminten asked as he shifted the green logo on Michi's phone screen.

" ...."

"I'm Michi's mom. Michi told me about you."

"....."

"You can come tonight if you want, my husband is better now. We can have dinner."

"...."

"Well, I wait," Juminten said before hanging up.

Michi only noticed Juminten's conversation with the stranger.

"Mommy let him have dinner?" Michi asked with fused eyebrows.

Juminten nodded, he handed Michi's phone back. Then back to cooking.

"But we don't know Mi yet, what if she's a bad person?"

"We can't be prejudiced by others, honey. Besides, if he's a bad guy, he won't ask permission just yet. It's hard to call you to ask for Mami's approval, she could have followed you since school. He also wants to make sure, Miss Lee came here anyway," replied Juminten at length while continuing to stir the meat rendang in the pan.

Michi Manggut-mangut heard the answer of the mother. His mother was right, but still the man was very strange to Michi. It is not that there are seven people who are similar to us in this world. Then why would that person want so badly to meet his papa.

The awaited night arrived.

"Mrs, there are guests. His face is the same as yours" reported the housekeeper.

"Send them in, ma'am" said Juminten as he arranged the food at the table.

"Already Madam, they're in the living room right now, madam look out for tapper. It's so similar, I was shocked earlier."

Juminten nodded with a faint smile, the young pregnant woman stepped into the guest house.

Erick and his wife, who were waiting, immediately stood up when they saw the hostess coming to them. Juminten was stunned, true what was told Michi, a man named Erick and her husband was like a betel cleaved axe. Michi never thought she was his papa.

"Good night, I'm Erick Huang and this is my wife Lee" Erick said, introducing himself and his wife.

"Juminten, wife of Dylan Li." Juminten shook the hands of the two men in turn.

"We go straight to the dining table, later we will chat after eating," Juminten invited kindly, he stepped first after his two guests nodded.

Michi, Matthew and the oldest Max were already at the dinner table, only Dylan was there. The spoiled man was not going anywhere before his wife came to pick him up.

Matthew and Max continued to look at Erick in surprise, they were surprised to see a copy of Dylan sitting in front of them.

"Which fire? Not down?" Juminten asked his three children

"Not Mi, like Papi is still not healthy," said Michi who was not impressed to see Erick.

Juminten gave a long sigh. " Papi you're not sick, he's just spoiled."

"Mami call first, Mr. Erick, Miss Lee I'm sorry I stayed for a while" said Juminten.

"Of course, ma'am, please" Lee said with a smile.

Max, who was able to control himself from his shock, smiled politely at his two guests. But not with Matthew, he was still gawking with his mouth wide open.

"Ehem, his mouth please condition" Michi said, nudging Matthew's arm.

The handsome one wavered, he quickly closed his mouth and rubbed the drool that was almost dripping. Erick smiled at the behavior of the teenager who was likely his nephew.

"You know, there are guests. Shame ah if you think gini," said Juminten while trying to release Dylan's head attached to his shoulder.

Not only his head was leaning, Dylan's hands were also twisting the friendly waist of Juminten.

"Let's Ai, " said Dylan indifferently.

Juminten was only able to surrender to face the super spoiled attitude of her husband. In the pregnant but spoiled Dylan, she is also the one who craves and is lucky for Juminten, because Dylan is also experiencing morning sickness.

"So who is this? Why is Om so similar to Papi?" Matthew asks who cosplayed detective Conan.

"That's why I want to meet with your Papi, I want to make sure of something" Erick replied with certainty.

"Sure what is Om?" Michi asked who went to the club.

Erick replied, Juminten has come to the dining table with Dylan who is stuck like an octopus.

Dylan's face did look pale, but his attitude like that was certainly very excessive for even the sick.

Max stood up, he pulled the chair for Papi and his Mommy to sit on.

"Thank you Max" said Juminten.

The handsome man simply nodded, he then returned to his own seat.

"Pi, there's that guest. In greeting first," Juminten scolded the husband.

Lazily Dylan raised his face, he was quite surprised to see Erick. Erick was the same, he had been watching Dylan ever since the man came down the stairs with his wife. Although he was looking at family photos and wedding of Dylan and Juminten are displayed in some corners of the wall. However, it still feels different if you look at it directly.

"Ehm ... Please start the dinner, my wife cooks it herself. I hope you both like it" said Dylan after being able to master himself.

"Thank you, sir, sorry if our arrival was troublesome" Lee said, smiling awkwardly.

"No, I used to cook myself, please," said Juminten.

Dinner was very quiet, not as crowded as usual. Only the twangs of spoons and forks collide with the plates. All are deep in each other's minds.

Dylan also had to hold back from asking for a bribe by his wife, even though in his heart he really wanted it. As a result, Dylan ate reluctantly, occasionally glancing at his wife with a glare.