Mother To Nasha

The Part 13

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Once again, Hilal could only sigh very heavily when listening to the story and the curses of his youngest daughter with so much or can be said (Lebay).

Indeed, the child of Hilal and Khalifa is very much better and the smartest to make drama. Very different from the figure of Aca, although the little girl was also chatty and smart but not as bad as Ilona.

The bigger, now the Aca grows into a softer but assertive girl. Her heart that was so kind and gentle was very easy to make her touched. Unlike Ilona, who seems likely to inherit her aunt's attitude, the very bar bar, the lebay and of course the drama queen.

Sometimes, Khalifa often think, trying to remember back to what used to be when she craved, never hated her brother.

But, although he did not rarely fight or argue with the brother, never terbesit in the heart of Khalifa in the slightest to ask for the legacy of bar attitude from his brother's bar. Then why could his daughter have an attitude like Maira?

“Darling, that brother was right! Ilo can not gangguiin ants, if you do not want to be disturbed back,” said Hilal with a very careful heart.

“Kok dad belain Olang it anyway!” exclamation Ilona immediately sing lips while crossing hands on the chest, “Olang is naughty Dad, he scolds omelin Aca. So my father also salahin aca, ihh aca sebelll same Dad!’’

“Darling, that's not what Dad meant!” Hilal memijit his temple which is always made darting if it must be faced with his youngest daughter, “Sini the same Father.”

“don't carry a sling Aca, Aca is like Dad!” reject the little girl, when Hilal was about to lift her up and sit her on her lap.

“Yes if so, Brother in the pocket of Father!” Suddenly, Aca came and sat on the lap of the father, making Ilona immediately turned her head and looked annoyed at her brother and father.

“Kakkk don't mention father's lebut na Ilo!” his screams were like crying.

“That's also her dad's sister wlee! Ilo himself does not want to be with Dad! Yes, my sister!” the word Aca deliberately teased the sister.

“Astagfriullah Mas! You can't bother your child!” Khalifa came in with a slightly hunting breath while holding a spatula in her hand staring intently at the husband.

‘I'm the one who got hit!’ hilal murmured in the heart.

Meanwhile, Aca who saw her father exposed to the tantrums from her mother could only chuckle softly, then go back on eating the fruit in her hands.

“Ilona is enough, son, stop crying! Or Mother will not be cooking!” khalifa looked at her youngest daughter.

And sure enough, seeing her mother who was about to go berserk, Ilona finally shut up. But his glance was so sharp when glancing towards the brother who was still on his father's lap.

“Father, story again dong story of ants and the prophet Sulaiman. Aca want to be horrified again,’’ said Aca when she saw her mother had left.

‘’Alright, here sit together. I will tell you the story of Prophet Solomon and the ants. Let me, Ilo understand, and no longer naughty with his ants, okay!”

And finally, Hilal lifted Ilona's body and sat her on the right side while Aca on the left. Luckily, her two children are still young and not too heavy. Be Hilal still strong to hold his two children simultaneously.

Ilona's anger about her hatred of ants, instantly now vanished when she heard the fairy tale from her father about ants.

The girl was so attentive to how her father's face when telling stories, so lived and gave a very valuable lesson to her.

“Ya already, tomorrow Ilo apologize same ants na,” said Ilona so softly after listening to the story from her father.

...~To be continue …...