
A few minutes later, Jayden arrived home. He was researching his car which was badly damaged, some berets and damage due to the bullet penetrating inward.
"Aaahhh, out a lot more money." Jayden muttered while shaking his head.
"Daddy.." Call Ayyara, make the man turn around and smile when he sees his wife walking closer towards him. While rubbing his stomach.
"Yes, Mommy. Why?"
"Where from? Why is that the car? That beret, it's so broken." Ayyara asked when she saw her husband's favorite car was a bad beret.
"Regular, Mom. There was an enemy, thankfully Jack helped."
"But Daddy's okay, right?" Ask Ayyara with worry. She looked over her husband's body, but there were no signs of gunshot wounds or sharp object injuries. Her husband came home with the circumstances as before when she left, smoothly rahayu and survived.
"Of course, you can see for yourself. Daddy's fine, Mommy don't worry too much. It's just, we have to provide strict guard for Arsen."
"Hmm, please protect my son, Dad." Ayyara's words made Jayden smile.
"Don't forget something, Mom. Arsen is also my son, our son." Jayden smiled then rubbed Ayyara's protruding belly making the woman look very adorable.
"All right, let's go in. Your son is waiting for your arrival for dinner." Take Ayyara, Jayden nodded and clasped his wife's hand. Both of them went into the house.
"Daddy.." call Arsen with a small smile, Jayden approached and returned the sweet smile of his son. He ruffled his son's hair with anxiety.
"Not eaten yet, boy?"
"Yet, Arsen is waiting for Daddy. Where are you from, Dad?" Ask the boy.
"When I met Jack, boy. There's a little work, now eat huh? Let's get big, later you protect Mommy, Daddy with baby sister. Okay?"
"Okay, Daddy." Arsen replied, he smiled enthusiastically and immediately ate his food greedily. The boy was eating fried chicken voraciously.
David, Agnes sees Jayden's interaction with Arsen smiling. Although David knew that Jayden was still upset with him, his face was flat as he looked towards him.
"Mom, coffee.."
"Eat first, don't copy right away." Ayyara said, making Jayden smile as she scratched her nape. Even a ruthless, cold-blooded mob class like Jayden would lose to the woman he loves most, like Jayden is today. He loses when his wife gets angry, or forbids her from it. Though ordinary, Jayden is a man who does not like to be set-up.
"Yes, Mom."
"Later on, Mom. Eat first."
"Nothing, or Daddy can't hold me, how?"
"Eehhh yes, Daddy's changing clothes now." Jayden replied, he immediately went from his seat to his room to change clothes.
"That man, if you get together, Jack must be the smell of cigarettes, the smell of alcohol." Ayyara muttered while shaking her head. He also added a piece of chicken on an Arsen plate.
"Eating a lot, make it able to protect Mommy with baby sister ya."
"But Arsen is full, Mom." Arsen lirih. In the past, he often held back hunger. At most just stuffing his empty stomach with water alone, that was enough. Now, he went to the side until he refused food.
"Eat yes, anyway Mommy's child should eat a lot."
"All right, Mom." Arsen replied resignedly, he also returned to eat the pieces of the two chickens greedily.
A few minutes later, Jayden came back down with the clothes he had replaced with casual clothes. Jayden smiled as Arsen ate voraciously and profusely, which meant his son's growth was assured. She had to make sure her child's growth did not lack anything at all.
"Boy, eat fruit?" Tawar Jayden for seeing his son was done with his meal. So he offered his son to eat the fruit for his dessert.
"Yes, what would Arsen eat, honey?" Ask Agnes.
"Any fruit, Oma." Arsen answered, he changed his nickname to Agnes at the woman's request.
"There are oranges, melons, watermelons and much more."
"All that." It wasn't Arsen who answered, it was Jayden. Agnes nodded, and she picked up the fruit in the dish and peeled the pieces for Arsen.
"Please, Oma's handsome grandson." Said Agnes while pushing slowly a plate containing fruit that has been cut.
"Thank you, Oma."
"Together, baby." Answer Agnes. He smiled as he rubbed the top of the child's head in a fit of anxiety.
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