The Girl Who Shared Belongs to Mr. Zola

Mommy, Popy, Bao Happy

“We are from RS, want to apologize profusely! Fertility test results that wife, you do. It is inaccurate! Because the tool used was broken! I'd personally like to apologize to you and your wife!”

Fresh breeze blows over the body, call from the hospital. Making Zola rub her face. He was happy, at least his chance to have a baby.

There's still.

Zola immediately disconnected the phone. The man ran and hugged his wife. Arrahma she was surprised to find her husband excited. Above his sadness.

“You know Honey? The doctor just told me. If the test you are doing. It was inaccurate because the tool was broken!”

Surprised! Arrahma glared in disbelief.

“Really?”

Zola nodded quickly. Arrahma was crying again. Haru's.

A few months after the lake. Arrahma no longer wanted to check her fertility. She's traumatized.

This afternoon she cooked for her husband. Who said he would come home in the afternoon.

“Mommy! Mommy's! Mommy!” Sura quickly made Arrahma turn his body.

He was surprised to find a boy, looking adorable. Especially her hair.

The boy came down from Zola's sling. Then he ran towards Arrahma, and hugged Arrahma's leg. Before that Zola had given understanding to the boy.

“Popy! Popy! It's Mommy?” ask him to Zola. The man nodded slowly.

Arrahma was still stunned.

“Don't, wrong meaning Arrahma! He is my father!”

Zola whispered in his wife's ear. “My son lift!”

“Before I married you! I found him when he was a baby! Someone threw it away, right near my office! I know, if my family is not in harmony! Me and Asrhaf decided to leave him at the orphanage! We always make time for him. After work or at rest. Sorry Arrahma, I really have no intention of lying to you. But if I bring him to meet you right then (after the incident at the lake)! I'm sure you'll misunderstand. Think if I, can't wait to have a child!” Zola stroked his wife's hand gently. Both seemed to be a long conversation. About Zola secretly meeting her adopted son. To meet all the needs of the boy.

While the boy. Surrounding the dining room. And keep babbling.

For Arrahma it was easy to accept, the boy as his adopted son. He knew what it was like not to know his parents. Strictly abandoned, if his parents are willing to throw the child.

“Mommy! Mommy's! Mommy!” he went around the dining table. Which makes Arrahma tired.

“If she is a pouch. We have to take care of it!” said Arrahma looking at the little boy who pranced while laughing.

“Mommy! Popy! Clap!” The boy scattered his body towards his adoptive parents.

Arrahma shed tears, for a long time. He wanted the arrival of a child, which made many houses. It finally came, too, in a different way.

“Bao, kissing Mommy!” said Zola.

Bao kissed Arrahma, but seeing his adoptive mother's cheek like ice mochi, he bit him. Arrahma made a sigh, while Zola cried out.

“Es-mo-chi Popy!”

A month of being a foster parent. Making Arrahma have to wake up early, of course, his task is more. Like this morning, for example. He should be up by 04 a.m. To make milk for his son. Because every time, there is no milk when you wake up. Bao would cry and make the boy lazy to study at home. He wants to come to the office with his father.

“Mommy! Mommy!” it was her scream that made Arrahma shake his head. He knew his son must be looking for him, and now he was hugging him from behind.

“Esusssu!”

“Amore so! Popy, is he awake?” ask Arrahma.

“Emmmm!” Screaming.

“This! But before that, Bao has to do his job!”

Bao nodded and ran towards his parents' room. Arrahma followed from behind. At least, have a child make in no need to bother spending energy. To wake a sleeping panda.

“Popy suwwbody!” he lay on his back on his father's back. Ana, the man, felt the sensation of sleeping on the bear's body.

“POPY! WAKEUP!” he screamed in Zola's ear. Which made Zola immediately blink her eyes wide.

Arrahma smiled, if Bao had shouted, the speaker of the mosque lost.

The boy immediately sat on his father's lap and kissed his father's lips. That's habituation. Usually if there's no morning kiss, don't get mo-chi when her father comes home.

“Bao lope Popy and Mommy!”

The two old men smiled hearing that.

TBC...