Prince Cinta Beda Religious

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Time passed, and now Fazil, Feisal and Almahyra were three years and two months old. Right now they're funny. Prince was so comfortable at home and very lazy to go to work.

Like this morning he was playing with the little guy. Isma was preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

"Mas, take a shower first, and then the breakfast is ready." Isma from the kitchen.

"Yes, honey, just play with the kids." Legally.

Fazil Feisal was riding on his father's back. They are compact mintak carried. While Rara screamed angrily watching her two brothers disturb Dad.

"Hhhlipsw..." His screams grew louder as Fazik began to ride on his father's shoulders.

"Thuutuu... Dedek Rara is angry. Here Daddy's fat too." Gambles to get Rara closer.

"Nooo..." Feisal's screams deterred Rara.

"Hhuweehhiikk..." Rara's cry broke. And the funny thing is, Feisal even cry.

Because both of his brothers were crying, Fazik also cried. Now everyone is crying. With great difficulty Prince embraced the three in his warm embrace. He tried to persuade his three children.

"Dad, baby, you all. So don't fight and don't cry." Removing the tears of her three children.

"Ok ok, who's still crying won't take me in the car." Removing deckapannya.

Their cries stopped. They sat down facing Dad.

"Alright, the son of the father's son is very smart. Before we get in the car, we'll have breakfast." Stand slowly towards the dining table.

Fazil, Feisal and Rara follow their father. They walk while holding hands.

"The breakfast is ready." Said Isma arranging breakfast at the dinner table.

"Who wants fried chicken?" Showing a piece of fried chicken thigh.

"I, I want a goreng's chicken." Say Fazil in his own language while holding his hand.

While Rara and Feisal closed their mouths tightly. They both don't like meat. They are fans of vegetables.

"The spinach is delicious..." Sit Rara in a chair, especially with a red spinach vegetable dish in front of her.

"Why baby? Are the vegetables bad?"Ask Prince.

Feisal. Then he pointed at the fried tempe.

"Fried tempe." Approaching a plate containing fried tempeh to Feisal.

"All ready. Time to read the prayer." Bring Isma.

They also raise their hands, then join in saying prayers with the help of Father and Mother.

"Aamiin's." Pouring the palm of the hand to the face of each.

Then they eat their own breakfast without the help of father and mother. Isma and Prince never taught their children to eat on their own. But, for the past three months, they refused when Isma and Prince helped them eat. They seem to be bribing their own food.

"Eat a lot. Be careful not to let the rice spill. If it spills later the nangis." Said Isma who was confirmed by her baby.

"Why is it dumb?" Fill Prince's plate with fried rice.

"But I don't want breakfast." His whine was spoiled as he wrapped his hands around Isma's waist.

"Mas, you'll have to go to the office." Gently stroked the Prince's head.

"Mas wants it baby, now." His whimper whipped in Isma's stomach.

"Mas, it's still morning. Kids are having breakfast too." Isma.

"Just a second. They're smart at breakfast themselves." His words are still bland.

"Mas, take a shower now. Later after the children finish eating, we take them to the road. After they go to sleep, they can." She told me very carefully not to hurt her husband.

"Darling, I want it now. Just step back, okay?" Weld.

For a moment Isma noticed her three children enjoying their breakfast. Their seats are also safe and comfortable.

"All right, just a minute." Pulling Prince's body into the bathroom.

Isma brought her husband to the bathroom. With the reason, in order to directly help Prince take a shower. And in order to still be able to respond faster when something might happen to children.