My Teacher's Father My son

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Zidan's eyes looked out the window, the house across from him now looked crowded, a few days ago Eliza had just given birth, a baby girl named Yuriela Ardiana Bagaskara.

and today, Ardi will hold a qikah for his daughter, but Zidan is still confused, the event that will be done tonight is prepared, Zidan wants to help Ardi's preparation, as his neighbor, as well, Zidan should have been the first to help Ardi.

but it seemed that Zidan could not leave immediately, Anna was going to the market, it had been almost half a day Anna left but there had been no sign of her return.

before long Rezi's cry was heard, immediately Zidan approached his son, his hands outstretched lifting the baby and patting his butt slowly so that Rezi was calmer.

Zidan brought the baby to the bed, held the baby whose eyes were open tightly, slowly closed.

before long Zidan re-opened his eyes, he saw Rezi was no longer on his side, probably because the mattress that was only placed on the floor made the baby easily get down from there.

for a long time Zidan searched, Zidan's eyes combed the room his eyes saw a shadow, the baby was playing under the dining table.

immediately Zidan took the baby and pinched his cheek gently, the puffed up baby always makes anyone melt, any anger Zidan, he can not resist the child's priesthood.

"that's fine" Zidan said, kissing Rezi's cheek, the little baby smiling brightly.

Zidan finally decided to brew coffee, eliminating the drowsiness that slowly came.

Zidan put a spoonful of black coffee, as usual black coffee tampa sugar is always the paporit.

smoke billowed when the hot water Zidan poured into the cup, as usual, the baby in his hand continued to pay attention to the motion of the father.

Zidan blew the coffee slowly, took a sip and then kept it on the fridge.Zian's hand opened the fridge, sponge cake that had been cut neatly on the plate.

Zidan took a coffee cup on the fridge, a sponge cake plate he placed for a moment on the table.

slowly Zidan brought the cup towards the living room, while occasionally sipping it on the way.

after arriving at the guest room, Zidan lowered the son and sat him on a chair, then Zidan returned to the kitchen to take the sponge cake plate that he had stored on the table.

the little baby Zidan left seemed to notice a puff of smoke coming out from inside the cup, chattering Ria Rezi down from the chair, then stood up while holding the table.

his face was right in front of the steam of coffee, hot steam mixed with the distinctive aroma of coffee managed to make Rezi happy.

like what the father did, Rezi blew on the hot coffee steam, because the blowing was too tight to make the little baby's saliva fall into the cup.

when Zidan returned, Zidan immediately removed the hot coffee from his son.

"the better the father's son" Zidan said as he lifted his son into the classroom.

Zidan took a small piece of the sponge, put it in Rezi's mouth, the baby's mouth seemed to chew on the sponge cake and spit it out.

the strange sensation that Rezi felt for the first time, after the age of Rezi stepped on 6 months, Anna just gave him a companion food such as biscuits or team porridge.

and until now, Anna has not stopped Rezi from drinking his milk, because according to Anna, asi is the most important nutrient that her son needs most.