The Soulmate of Dad

101. Terms

Hearing that sentence made Arya, Beby and Beeya speechless a thousand languages. So did Ghea who was staring softly at Beeya.

"Om it's okay" Beeya said, gently rubbing Ghea's hair. "Now, we're back in the room, yeah. Let Om sleep and take off the kangen with-"

"Engkong," guess Ghea. Beeya nodded slowly.

Ghea was looking at her uncle. He gently rubbed the tears that came out from the tip of Iyan's eyes.

"Om, don't be sad. Engkong was happy there." Ghea's warm kiss on Iyan's forehead. Everyone's heart is broken. This is proof that many people love Iyan.

They all left Iyan. They went back to their own rooms. Beeya began to look at Ghea who was sitting while holding Doraemon doll Beeya collection

"Dad, does Om cry so much?" ask Beeya. Ghea shook her head.

"So don't know, Auntie. Om always nice and cheerful in front of Adek."

Beeya let out a rough sigh. Iyan's joy is just camouflage. There was still a deep sorrow that Iyan felt. There was still pain that could not find an antidote.

"If Mommy often cry because of Engkong," he said. Beeya began to look curiously at the little boy beside her.

"Said Daddy, if Mommy cries Adek, Mas and Daddy must give space to Mommy. Can't bother Mommy. Mommy's crying isn't without cause, it misses Engkong."

The training of Aksara and Riana is amazing. From childhood, his two children have been taught about the realities of life. Not too pampering as parents are in general.

"Baba also said so," the six-year-old added.

Beeya now understood, Iyan and his two brothers are still mourning and still mourning the passing of his beloved father. However, when in front of an audience they all look cheerful. It doesn't show how they really feel.

"Want to promise a aunt one thing?" beeya asked after digesting Ghea's words.

"What?"

"When Om wakes up, don't ask Om anything." Ghea's forehead shriveled at Beeya's words.

"Why can't you?" ask again.

"Just like Mommy and Bubu" Beeya said.

"Need time alone?" Beeya nodded.

Ghea tried to think. He weighed it up until the arch of a smile was etched beautifully on the beautiful face of the six-year-old.

"But, is there a condition?" Beeya was quite surprised to hear the remark from Ghea. He only knows Gavin's attitude without knowing Ghea's. It turned out to be eleven twelve.

"You what?" ask Beeya. Inevitably he had to follow the child's wishes.

"I want to go to the mall."

"Om it is a person who is difficult to be invited to the mall," said Ghea. "He hates girls the most when it comes to shopping."

Beeya's eyes widened hearing Ghea's words. Iyan once took him to the mall, but the young man just relaxed.

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In the morning at the dinner table, everyone was enjoying breakfast so casually. About their Iyan, they lock their mouths tightly. The sound of footsteps rang out and made everyone who was sitting on the dining table chair turn their heads.

They saw how beautiful Iyan's face was. But they try not to ask. And so is Ghea.

"What do you want for breakfast?" ask Beeya.

Beeya's sweet smile gave to Iyan. Arya was deep down. He knew the young man was not okay.

"There is, '" replied Iyan. Beeya also brought breakfast to her lover. Seeing Iyan's face made Beeya's heart grimace in pain.

"Om, Adek wants to go to the mall." Ghea immediately shot Iyan who had just put the fried rice into his mouth. The sharp look Iyan gave.

"NO!"

"Just like Adek going to the mall. Adek wants to play in the mall. I also buy shoes. POINT!"

"Kata Om ngak ya enggak, Dek," said Iyan.

Both of Ghea's hands were folded over her chest. His face was ugly.

"Why don't you want to?" Arina was astonished by Iyan's reply. "It's not that you take Beeya to the mall a lot."

Now, it was Ghea's turn to stare intently at Iyan. The young man had misbehaved.

"Oh so," said Ghea with a grin. "Giliran Adek who asked to be invited to the mall Om declined. While to Aunt Centil Om who fouled. Good," he pressed.

Iyan's feathers have bristled. Ghea is more than a ghost if it is like this

"Adek must tell Daddy and Baba to let all Om ATMs be frozen."

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