My wife Little Child

Chapter 2

"Eh, Papa's son. Tumben early in the morning gini is ready first at the dining table. Usually you are the last to appear for breakfast," Papa who just emerged from the living room, no less amazed with Mama. With a meaningful smile, his hands were busy buttoning his left-arm shirt. "That dong Darling. Wake up early. Without having to Mama or Bik Iroh who flounder every day wake you up. Kan Papa also every day so almost late because waiting for you. Not good with Papa's employees. Though all this time Papa was the loudest voice "Come On Time" on Papa's employees. If Papa himself comes late, it's a shame to be Papa." Papa pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Dira.

Automatic Dira pouting again. "duh... Papa is just like Mama! Even a long sermon gini to his son. It's still morning and no Pa. Instead of being grateful, I woke up early!"

Papa laughed a little. "Yes Papa is glad you have this kind of change. If you could every day, Dir, I'd think so!"

"Eits, what's the matter? Early in the morning it was rame aja kayak at Gembrong Market!" Adit suddenly appeared and sat down next to Dira.

"What else Mas Adit, dateng-dateng directly nyamber aja kayak electricity pole!"

Adit laughed a lot. "New gas with the Deck, the power pole can run? Isn't lightning the same lightning that usually strikes?" he said it again while giggling.

"Duh... early in the morning do not need to cringe deh Mas! I'll have an appetite later!"

"Haha..." Adit stupefied while slowly scrambling Dira's hair.

"OMG Mas! I'll have a mess of hair again! Mas Adit don't know what, how long do I blow my hair? Almost half an hour!" sumpul Dira straightened his hair back. Long hair is almost as waist-length as brownish. And the edge is curly-shaped.

Dira has pure white skin. His stature was not too high and not too short either. Weight 47 kg with height that, make it looks ideal as a girl. Many think he is of oriental blood, even though his papa mama is native to Minang and Javanese descent. The parasite is no doubt, a blend of Minang and Javanese blood. A lot of guys do the same thing to him, especially his school friends.

"Hey, hey. Let's go to breakfast. Look out, it's almost 6," said Mama reminded.

"Well you want breakfast fried rice or bread?"

"Fried rice is Ma,"

"OK," deftly Mama immediately took the prepared plate on the table and spooned the fried rice onto the plate.

"Nih Pa,"

"You're Dir?"

"Fetus."

"Yaudah, take it there. This is your milk, baby," said Mama again while putting a glass of vanilla milk in front of Dira.

"Maaciii My Mama Sayangg." replied Dira with a big smile showing her neat rows of teeth.

"Jaudah, yes, you guys at breakfast. Mama's going to the kitchen to help me make Iroh,"

"Waaah... Mama choose kasih. What time do I do not ask to eat?" Adit pretended to sulk.

"Iihhh basic yes you! Usually you also take your own Dit, do not need to use Mama bargain first. There is a wind are you so spoiled pretentious with Mama? You're a rich kid, you're already broke!" Mama pretended to pick up Adit's ears.

Adit. "Handling... My mother is the most beautiful. Haha..."

"iihi... Tau nih Mas Adit's. Shame to know the same age, it's old!" ledek Dira's.

"eek... Beware yaa... Follow you, wear old Mas all over again!" Adit pretended to glare.

Dira even laughed loudly. "Yeeee... It's really old, right? Don't like to violate the destiny of dongg Mas Adit!" Dira was sticking out his tongue.

"Eehh. Then I'll mess up her hair again!" Adit pretended to be angry.

"Dhhh... Maa, Paaa. Look at the behavior of his biggest son, a prank!"

"Eh, uh... It's already! What time do you want breakfast? Let's spout on breakfast!" tukas Mama mediate.