My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 101

"Well, is it done cooking?"

The question made Rina stunned. While continuing to stir, the middle-aged woman smiled and turned a glance to see Zidan who was hugging her spoiled.

Yes, everything has returned to normal as before. Rina and Zidan have made up. Even the existence of Rina in their mansion was not a taboo. They re-knit the memories without heeding the existence of the past that once broke the togetherness of the two.

"In a moment, dear," replied Rina.

"Totally long ...." Zidan grumbled in annoyance, there was a slippage of spoiled tone behind his whimper.

That made Rina laugh again. While stirring, Rina turned her attention to Ana who was already standing and leaning on the kitchen door frame. The daughter seemed to be holding back a laugh before saying the thing that made Zidan snort annoyed.

"Why can you ladenin a spoiled child like Zidan? He's a big one, Mah. I want to be a father again. Not ashamed, this is a child. Not old."

"You don't know either, try asking your sister, this, Ana," replied Rina slacking her shoulders softly.

Zidan advancing lips. Grumbling annoyed. Even though Ana's words were only meant to be ridiculed, Zidan did not stop to retaliate. "Yeah ... than Sister Ana who is still a jomlowati, I better have a wife. Especially if I want to have children, brother. Brother when? What about age issues? Inget, Brother. Getting married late is also not good, especially for a woman like Big Brother."

"Yes!! The zidannya ...." Ana stomps her feet. The woman's index finger had even pointed firmly at Zidan's face which was a few meters away from her.

Lina could not help but laugh. Turning off the stove, Rina looked over and rubbed Zidan's cheek and waved to Ana to make the child approach.

He let go of Zidan's embrace quietly. Then switch to holding his two children who are now adults to sit in a chair that is available at the kitchen counter.

"You are ...." Lina shook her head, folding two hands in front of the chest. "Big boy, what, the main's on the ledge, anyway?"

"Sir Ana first, Mah!"

"Zidan first, Mah!"

They exclaimed in unison, after which they looked at each other and spread an aura of hostility. Zidan who was stupefying, Ana who widened both her eyes. Their noses are kempis. However, it cannot be denied that it is all commonplace for a pair of brothers.

"Udah .. already ...." Rina. Laughs softly as her two children look at her simultaneously. "You guys are big, you know. And Zidan, it's true your brother, son. You're almost a father, spoiled okay but don't miss it, huh?"

Zidan nodded, making Rina's gaze this time turn to her daughter.

"And Ana. That's right Zidan said, son. When do you want to meet someone at Mamah? Mama can't wait, you know, want nimang grandson also of you. Asya is about to give birth and Zidan is about to become a father. When are you, darling? Don't you want a family anytime soon?"

Ana looked down upon hearing her mother's question. He chose the finger. Honestly he wanted it too, but---

"There's Raihan, Mah? Mama must know Raihan, right? She's the same as Ana."

Ana swerves. This time the look on his annoyed face could not be held back. Just about to scout Zidan who was as he spoke, Rina's question made Ana's cheeks flushed red.

"Dearn? Oh yeah, Mama knows him. Mamah's met a few times, even when she's at the apartment she's coming, right?"

It wasn't Ana, it was Zidan who agreed. "Yes, Mah."

"Continue?" ask Rina further.

Zidan grinned, glanced at Ana at a glance and raised his eyebrows with a mocking look. Zidan said, "They're so close, Mah. Even Kak Ana deliberately did not bring a car if again work or go to the seminar, because if you go home, Raihan who picked him up, Mah."

"Zidan!!"

The commemorated do not care. Zidan only smiled at a glance and continued again, "According to Mamah, how is Raihan, Mah?"

Lina seemed to think. The middle-aged woman smiled and looked at Ana afterwards. "She is kind, smiley, courteous as well and seems to be a good fit for this beautiful Mamah boy."

"Oh, Mamah ...."

...

Asya closed her eyes slowly. Lying down on the gazebo with his head down on Zidan's thigh was a pleasant thing. Enjoy the fresh breeze, rustling water showers and beautiful flying insects.

Asya tried to rise. Assisted by Zidan, Asya moved to sit down with Zidan hugging his waist. Birth counts the days. Not felt indeed, let alone the happiness that seemed to always approach them made Asya live it with gratitude.

"Son, this is a drink first" said Rina. Taking a glass of juice, the middle-aged woman handed it to Asya and helped him to drink in a few gulps.

"Thank you, Mah."

"Together, my dear."

They sit side by side. Joking, spending the day chatting. Asya felt that warmth. Sharing stories about the childhood of her husband and sister Ana, Asya could not even help but ask.

"Zidan and Ana's sister as children, Mah?"

The question seemed to make Rina nostalgic. Remembering the good times of growth of her two children.

"Zidan's a very active boy, honey. Ana is not much different. They're a bundle."

"Trus?" asya continued curious.

Making Rina smile at a glance, rubbing Asya's cheeks slightly filled, Rina continued, "Especially when they were small. Zidan's nature is the strangest. At the age of two years that, he was if again poop, want to stick it."

"Mah ...." Zidan.

"You know, where's he bumping it?" continued Rina.

"Where is it, Mah?" answered Asya enthusiastically, he did not even care about the look of the face of the husband whose sour was not playing.

"Behind the curtains, dear. He was if it had been a stomachache, yes would have stuck behind it. Muters are not clear until the same tangle of curtains." Rina held back a laugh, turned to look at Rendi then asked, "Yes, right, Mas?"

"Yes. I won't see you before you smell."

It could not be said how red Zidan's face was now. No one did not laugh at hearing the story of his strangeness even Asya once. With a big belly and a shaken body, Asya laughed loosely. Her tears even came out from the story that Zidan himself said sounded ridiculous.

"Oh, yes, Mah. Mamah inget who at that time ledakin balloon wear matchsticks until his eyebrows and eyelashes fall out? His face was also burnt. Especially hair? Shorter, standing again .. kayak has been stunted. Mama inget no?" ask Ana.

Zidan glares. Lips folded. Men form gestures that seem to say 'Don't tell!' which none of Ana cared about.

Just like what Zidan did when he mocked her in the kitchen. Ana replied to Zidan by raising her eyebrows.

"That's Zidan, right." It was not Rina, but Rendi who answered him.

Asya's mouth was wide open. She turned to look at the husband with her hands raised before then rubbing Zidan's face with eyebrows linked. Imagining little Zidan with the appearance Ana described earlier made Asya unable to say anything more than, "You really are like that, Zidan?"

"Sir Ana!!"

Rasayn!! That's because you ledekin Brother, Zidan .... Hihihim ....

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OTW expired, Gaess ....

Yuk, like the fast, do not forget his coment, also🤭🤭

Note: For the story of the balloon explosion (not knowing what the name of the balloon, which is clearly a balloon that can float it) because playing matches actually happen, you know, gaess. My first brother was that. The same eyebrows almost all fall out. His hair stood all up, even his face until gosong gaess.🤣😂

And for the story behind the curtains fitting again poop it, the behavior adek I fit still small. About the age of two years.😂🤣

So all that I take from my own family story.

Oh, ja. Is there the same?