Little Girl Om Doctor
Beloved Call
After lunch and a little chat with Zoya, De finally invites Cyara to return to the hospital. Zoya and El drive the two to the doorstep, they keep watching De and Cyara until the man's car drives down the highway.
With a distance of approximately thirty minutes, they arrived at Puri Medika hospital. He pulled his car over in a parking lot. However, after removing the seatbelt, the man showed no signs of wanting to get out.
He looked at Cyara instead, making the girl look at him as well. "What's wrong?" tanyakanya.
De breathed a rough breath, then leaned his head on Cyara's shoulder, beginning to spirt.
"I think of our calling. What say?" said De in accordance with his heart, from earlier he was actually upset. Confused to determine their call. If Cyara were to constantly call him 'Om' surely El and the others would not stop laughing at him.
"Why did Om think about that?"
De grabbed Cyara's hand, then put it on his cheek, he wanted to be rubbed. "Of course, if you keep calling me that, all my twin brothers will laugh. Even Daddy must be following along."
Cyara was silent, she seemed to be thinking of finding a suitable call for the two of them, "Om what would I call you? What kudek is Kuman?"
Hearing that, De instead chuckled, amused himself with the call he had made. He knocked on Cyara's nose a few times while saying. "I want to call you Mochie."
Cyara straightened her body, she turned her head to the side with a frowning forehead.
"Why should Mochie?"
De grinned thinly, one hand pulling Cyara's waist and he again fluttered his head on the pretty girl's chest. "Because yours is like a mochie cake, small but delicious."
"Ishh perjuryum!"
De didn't care that he even further slid his face in search of comfort. Cyara had already held De's head back several times, but it didn't work out at all. This guy really can't be fought, like all he wants!
"Now stay you think of a suitable call for me! Don't take care that I'm old, I don't want to!" de said, had not yet got an idea, the man had warned Cyara.
Cyara continued to take her brain to work, she did not care about De who continued to immerse her face in her chest. Suddenly Cyara smiled, as a word just flashed.
"Om, I found it!" cyara said excitedly, she slightly patted De on the shoulder, until the man looked up.
"What, Honey?"
Shit, De's wearing a deadly style instead. Cyara's face immediately let out a red tinge when she got a call of affection from the man she loved.
"You're teasing me on purpose, huh?"
"No, but like seeing your red, adorable cheeks, I want to bite." Ah, Cyara wanted to shout, how could this man as cold as a snow puppet speak with such a whining tone.
De immediately put on a sour face, making Cyara fold her forehead, because she felt astonished. "Why? Om not like it?"
De shook his head, "why just one?" whining.
Holy hooch! Cyara who felt very anxious could only bite her lower lip. However, the next second was no longer, as De had already pulled the nape and fused their lips together.
The man only gave a few more words, then let go of Cyara with a smile. "Quick say!"
The beautiful girl with thin lips tilted her head slightly. "Pochie."
"What is Pochie?"
"The man who likes to eat mochie cakes," Cyara explained with a proud smile. Just as she expected, Cyara saw De's eyeballs sparkling. The man seemed happy with the call he made.
"Truely, your idea was good. Try example!"
Cyara looked timid, she moved her face and slightly swiped their noses. "Pooo ...."
Hearing that, De immediately chuckled, feeling amused as well as anxious. Not wanting to let Cyara down, the man immediately agreed, he turned his face forward and poked at the tip of their nose.
"Mooo ...."
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Ngothor : Alayyybbet anyway you bedua🙄🙄🙄 Let alone the Mooo? Mooo kan sapi🙄
Pochie: Tell me the same sirik who is in love again, very difficult to do.
Ngothor: Dih najisss, no!
Mochie: Then why do you think? How angry are we?
Ngothor : Lah I am angry with Daddy, until now I have not given my ration😩😩😩
Pochie x Mochie: Etdahhh his behavior 🙄
