The Ex-Personal Line

Conscious

Ima and Mila walked over cheerfully, occasionally they were joking. Satya who walked behind them smiled happily. He was happy to see his daughter smile. Mila was so lost the figure of Mother when her real mother was still there. Mila's biological mother is no longer willing and cares about her. Abandoned after being born, even to see the face of her red baby Mila Mamy was not willing.

Satya is happy to meet Ima even if accidentally. Today the intention to make his daughter happy became more happy because of the presence of Ima. Mila is like playing with her Mamy

"When do you play snow?"

"Yes, this is Mila's first time playing"

"It's even more fun to play with Ima's mother" Mila hugged Ima tightly and Ima returned Mila's embrace

"Dad check-in first yes make a ticket for Ima" Satya said before going to the ticket purchase counter.

Mila suddenly crouched down. Ima reflex spread her hands in front of Mila the sign would carry. Mila was excited and jumped to the hugs of Ima and Ima holding her.

'Eh.buset..weight is also a boy'

"Ouch.... Mila cape huh?"

Mila just nodded her head and leaned on Ima's shoulder

'Good gw high big, regular carrying kids kindergarten'

"When you're in school yet?"

"If you want to go to school where Ibu Ima is, like Ibu Ima"

"May, ask the father later"

Mila just stuck her head on Ima's shoulder. Mila was enjoying the taste in the hug, carried and loved by people she could call MOM

"Who's Mila's house with you if you work?" Ima asks a pleasantry so that Mila is not sleepy, she feels afraid when Mila falls asleep. The fear is not having to carry it but the cancellation of playing snow.

'Control free when again'

'So don't sleep, boy'

During his time working in Bekasi he had never entered this snow game arena. In addition to the price that is dear to Ima spend the money also because of the narrow time.

'Living free, let's play until satisfied'

Ima smiles to herself.

Mila stroked Ima's right cheek. Ima felt in an awkward moment. All he could do was stroke Mila's back

"Who's Mila's house with you if you work?" Ema repeated her question

"The same mba"

"But Mbah is not fun, Mila can not say anything"

"What can't?"

"That's the sign of Mbah dear to Mila"

"Well, how angry are you, baby?"

"Honey it's like Dad, Mila wants anything to be followed. But I'm rarely at home, working only"

"Unfortunately Mbah to Mila is keeping Mila from danger. If you play outside a lot of vehicles if Mila gets hit how?"

"Kan Mila is sick"

Mila nodded her head

"If Mila plays in the room, let's go to sleep. So Mbah forbade it for the good of Mila because Mila was a child to be guarded."

"Mila's big"

"Mila's been four years"

"Yes, heavy again" joked Ima cengengesan

"You've grown so heavy" Mila swiped her head around Ima's neck.

Ima the egotist laughed

"Haha...."

"Although Mila.geli" Ima's body was somewhat swaying due to the pangs and loss of balance.

Just as Ima was about to fall down came Satya and captured Ima's body. The bodies of Ima and Mila

"It's fun anyway.... "Sindir Satya gomas

"If you fall must be sick"

"I'm sorry for the pangs in Mila's clairvoyance" Ima tried to let go of the arms of the three of them by pushing her elbow towards Satya. But Satya quietly flinched.

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