
Because the old chapter 185 escaped even though I have revised it, so I re-updated it in this section only, Guys. I spent a long time waiting until hours 😤 while there are other chapters that I must up again. so let's not random"n later.
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Juna: "Here I just want permission. Do'ain yes, temen-temen🥺."
"Yes, I do'ain." Leon retaliated.
Atta: "Yes, Junn ...."
Robert: "Enthusiasm, Jun💪. Uh but by the way where is Baim? How come he didn't miss 🤔?"
Atta: "Yes, where is Baim? Is he crying ... because he is not allowed to be deforested 😂?"
Juna: "Iiihh .. Don't say so dong, Ta! Not to join dido'ain 😠!"
Atta: "Yes, yes, I do'ain, June 😁🤲."
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"Huuhh .. Atta Nyebelin base!" muttered Juna while sighing heavily. Then he put his phone in his pants pocket.
"Dedek Silvi Darling ... Juna's sister stayed a while, huh?"
Juna spoke to his half-sister who was sound asleep on the bed. But before he came down, he first kissed his entire face.
Ceklek~
The door to his room opened slowly, then he came down from the stairs and headed for the kitchen. For she faintly heard the voice of her Mama there.
"Mommy again what? Not rest. How tired will you be?" He approached Nissa who was blending mango juice, then touched her distended stomach.
"Mami wanted to drink some juice, Jun. You want to not? Mami's gonna make it, you guys," said Nissa.
"No." Juna shook his head. "Juna just wants to talk to Mami. But where's Papi, huh, Mi? How was it not seen from before?"
Because the stomach has entered the phase of Mamminya will give birth, so Papi Step Juna reduced his activities in the office and more often at home.
"Bapi is out for a while to buy brownie balls to Mami's subscription store. You see, Mami's in love again" replied Nissa.
After the juice was finished, Nissa poured it into a glass.
"Why not just order online, Mi? Keep getting us through the courier?"
"Mommy wants Papi to buy it, Jun."
"Oh that's it."
"What do you want to talk about? Is it just Nanyain Papi?"
"Talk in the living room, Mi. While sitting."
"Corn."
Juna grabbed Nissa's hand, then took her along slowly to the living room and sat down on one of the couches.
"Mi ... Juna seems to want to change his hairstyle. Can you, about?" ask Juna.
Unlike Atta and Leon who went straight to the point, Juna actually chose to make small talk.
"How do you want to change? You're handsome, honey, with a hairdo like this." Nissa's hand stretched out, then gently rubbed the top of her son's hair.
"Juna is not at home like him, sometimes likes to be sultry too. Juna wants to be cut off, yeah, Mi?"
"Kok shaved? Yeah, don't take it, honey." Nissa nodded in disapproval.
"It just so happens to be in school again on a trend, Mi, a bald hairdo. The Robert even first who was shaved. So Juna wanted to follow along too."
"If she is shaved, her name is bald, Jun, not a hair model. There is no hair."
"Yes whatever it is, the point is I want to be shaved, Mi. Can you, Mi?"
"Don't. I don't think you'll be bouncing if you're being shaved, Jun. Strange as well."
"Not a panting? Handsome people mah want to look anything just remain handsome, Mi. Not bad because of bald or—"
"Assalamualaikum," said Tian who had just come with a white plastic bag in his hand.
"But you're home? What a coincidence then!" Juna immediately got off the sofa, then ran up to Tian and pulled his hand to come with him sitting on the sofa.
Perhaps if he asked her for permission, she would agree immediately and would be able to persuade Nissa to agree.
"What coincidence does that mean?" Tian looked astonished. The white plastic he was carrying was slowly placed on the table, then gazed towards his wife. "This is the brownie sponge, Yang. Would I like a bribe?" bargained for.
"Later on, Pi, Juna wants to talk," Juna's pinta whined a little, and immediately sat on his Papi's lap.
"Speak what, honey?" tian asked in a soft tone and rubbed on his son's head hair.
"Juna kepengen. But my mother forbade. How about dong, Pi."
"Lho .. why do you want to be deforested? Not a serem, huh, that bald guy looks like?"
"That serem what, anyway? Funny guy. Anyway Juna kepengen digundul! Point!" juna firmly with a pushy tone.
"Love Papi the reason is first, why did you want to be deforested?"
"Again the trend he said, Yang, at school." Nissa.
"Any ... there's-there's just a bald trend so."
"Come ...." Nissa put her shoulders up and down while sighing.
"So you agree, no, Juna was shaved? If you don't agree, Juna will be shaved anyway. Other times have Juna been shaved? If Atta says it's not cool his name is!" Juna squeaks while scatting. He also put on a pouting face.
"But the thing is, Papi doesn't want to be shaved either, Jun. Papi shy dong ... shaved time?"
"Dih ... indeed here someone told Papi to be deforested, huh?" Juna looked astonished at what Tian said. "Feelings only Juna said kepengen. Nothing to do with Papi?"
"And from the beginning you have asked .. if what we do must be together. So Papi kira ... Papi is also shaved, if you are shaved."
Tian always remembered about the ridiculous promise with the connection boy. That said, if all the activities they do must be done together, of course with the circumstances of those who are together as well. Except, they're in a long distance.
"Oh .. if that's up to Papi." Juna nodded his head when he understood Tian's intentions. "If Papi wants to be shaved also certainly can, even really. But if you don't want it, it's okay. No problem."
"Oh that. Yes it can be shaved. What salon do you want to get rid of? Let Papi take you in."
"Hore!!" Juna jumped from his seat, then immediately jumped up and down because of his happy rank. "Juna wants to be cut off at Robert, Pi's barber. Let's make it the same."
"OKAY. No problem." Tian nodded in agreement.
"You, yes, Yang .. every request of Juna is obeyed. Mah people are occasionally rejected continue to be given the first understanding of cake," complained Nissa who still seems to disagree.
"It's okay, Yang." Tian smiled sweetly as he gently rubbed his wife's right cheek. "As long as his request does not violate norms and sins. So just follow it."
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Move to Baim.
The boy was walking slowly into his parents' room, carrying a glass of warm milk on a tray.
"This is the warm milk, Pa," he told Burhan—Papanya.
The 30-year-old man was sitting on a bed playing with his laptop, checking work.
"Lho, how did you bring the milk, Im?" He turned to his son, who had just placed the glass of milk on the nightstand. "Don't Papa tell her Aunt, huh?"
"It's okay. Baim is the one who wants to bring his own."
Baim climbed into the bed, and sat at Burhan's feet. Then slowly—his little hand massaged his calf and thighs and suddenly made the man surprised, because he was surprised by what his son did. Because he's not usually like that.
"Suddenly you're poking Papa's leg, Im? Why?"
"No need to be so why, Pa? Is it wrong, yes, a child mijitin Papa's legs?" Baim explained casually, moving his hand up and down at Burhan's feet.
"Not lebay. But it's not unusual for you to think you know .. It's weird for Papa to see it."
"I also feel weird, Yang." A hijab-wearing woman the age of Syifa suddenly came out of the bathroom, then approached the two of them. "Baim came home from school and suddenly helped me wash the dishes. He is not usually like that. Even if told to put dirty dishes just a lot of reasons."
"Why are you and Mom, anyway?" Baim snorted while staring at his parents face in turn. "His children are filial, why is it strange? Mama's section also ... why wash dishes?" He held her mother's hand, then kissed her on the palm. "There is an aunt. Later when Mama is tired of continuing to get sick, who tries later who is bothered and sad? Must be Baim and Papa too, right, Ma?" he added with a loving look.
Burhan and Dea immediately looked at each other, then chuckled together. They seemed to understand with purpose and purpose what the child was doing.
"Udah by the way, Im. What do you want now?" burhan asked as he touched the back of his son's hand, and immediately made the little hand stop his movement and immediately looked at him.
'Th nyebeliiinn ... Papa always knows my thoughts!' it's damned heart.