So the Second

S2 Twenty Five

Wira was more excited after finishing the phone call, his face immediately beamed when he saw the child and wife in good health, a happy look radiated on their faces.

The wife I married, the mother of my children, you are my great woman.

"Hindu, yank." said Wira softly, occasionally his fingers rubbed the screen of the phone with a photo of him with his wife.

"Wait for me, I'll pick you up!"

Rest for a moment, now the Hero has returned to study the documents that are piled on the table.

The focus wants to be finished immediately so that the business here is quickly run, and can pick up the children to the house of the in-laws.

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Laras is still busy helping the mother cook in the kitchen, lunch menu this time is different.

Not fancy food that is expensive, but everything cooked today is the result of his own garden.

How nice it is to live in the village, if you do not have the money to take vegetables in the garden

"Mom, this is added spice what else yes kog tastes a bit strange yes." he said after a little taste of the results of his cooking.

Usually never fails, do not know why today kog there is less, but what? confusedly?

"Why Race?" ask the mother.

"Try me to taste the results of my cooking ma'am, it feels strange how it is ma'am."

"How weird?"

"Try it, ma'am."

Just seconds after the conversation, the mother took a tasting of her daughter's cooking "You think it feels like this, how strange is it?" the inner mother.

"According to the good mother." while smiling, tasting the results of tasting.

"Thank God." her mind cheered happily, apparently there was nothing wrong in terms of cooking.

"Is my feeling troubled?"

The puzzle of the question is only able to say in his heart, do not want the mother to know about his day a little uncertain.

After finishing cooking, arranging on the dining table Laras flushed to his room to complete his wishes as well as bathing.

Like children are busy playing, taking time is a powerful technique so that the child is not fussy if he is lost from his sight.

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Like this they were in a little fuss, fussing over a toy that a man would not budge with his sister.

"It's mine, balikin." Ifa is already flushed, ready to launch a hot cloud.

"Let's wlek!" Ab stuck out his tongue, really likes to disturb the sister who makes a gem.

"Ifa crybaby, jeyek." Ab kept teasing his sister, it was like getting a new toy.

Not the name Ifa if not launch a hot cloud, although no sound remains both eyes are already glazed.

"Hahahaha.crying."

Belva, who heard a small commotion in the living room, ran over to my twins, fearing that they would fight even more.

"Ab's sister, you can't do that with Ifa's sister. Later if Papa knows, surely not in buyin ice cream with Papa you know, do you want, bang?"

"Ab shakes."

"Dear cup-cup, unfortunately brother Va."

Belva rubbed the trail of her little sister's tears, hugging her to stop crying.

"Let there be a brother, later Ab brother brother Jewer."

Hearing the words just now made his tears Ifa stop flowing on the cheeks, only a small hiccup remained.

"Abang Ab apologize to sister." concluded Belva. Later if you know your brother is not buying ice cream like a sister how?"

Belva advised the sister full of patience intonation tone voice was very soft.

Gently rubbing her hair, "Sister knows you must have been unintentional, but you're wrong because it's a sister's toy."

"Yes, brother is wrong, brother is sorry." he said with a face full of regret.

"I apologize to sister, not to sister."

"Ab nodded."

Finally my twins forgive each other, both of them have gotten along. They have played together, laughed, even exchanged toys.

Sorry old friends do not air through my story, there is a sense of wanting to finish this story until the end, pray yes friends hopefully the story can end like other stories.

I hope someone likes me, wants to read my story. Do not forget to support this story with criticism advice from you is very valuable.

Vim.