The Ugly Duckling's
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Now Ichiro is 2 years old, his eyes look sharp like Yama, but will turn soft if he looks at Sarah. Ichiro is a very active boy, he really likes to run around. Ichiro is also very fond of confronting his father, he also likes to wrestle spoiled to his mother.
"Yamaaa .. shower in Ichiro if you take a bath." Sarah shouted from the kitchen.
Yama rubs her face slowly, almost every day Sarah asks him to take a bath with Ichiro. Ichiro stared intently at his father, as well as Yama who gave an eye no less sharp than Ichi. They threw their faces in the opposite direction, then Yama walked towards Sarah followed by Ichi who ran around while shouting to call her mother.
"Mama ..mom ... Ichi doesn't want to shower with her!" Ichiro pointed at his father's face.
"I am not willing to shower with you." Yama protested.
Sarah rattled her ping, she swung the vegetable spoon towards the two of them.
"You two should take a bath together, otherwise. I won't sleep with you." Sarah posed a threat.
Instantly the two men fell silent, they swallowed the rough saliva. Ichi does have her own room next to Yama and Sarah's, but she often sneaks in suddenly to sleep in their midst. "Yama_san ... Ichiro ... The bath water is ready." Hannah called them from the bathroom.
"Ichi coming Obaa_chan ... " Ichiro ran down the hallway while stretching out both of her hands.
Yama still looked at his wife with a glare, but she folded her hands together in her chest. The look in his eyes glared, making Yama turn around and walk away with a shammer. Once again Hana called out to Yama, Yama further lowered her head lazily.
"Wah .. the water is very fitting." Ichiro's face glowed, his cheeks met red exposed to warm steam from the bath water.
"You're right! Okaa_san is the best at measuring water temperature." Yama's eyes widened as she sat inside the bath-tube.
The two men had the same attitude, it seemed like Ichi was imitating the Father. Yama reduced his body into the water, only his head was left on the surface of the water. Ichiro mimicked the father, himself went to sleep on his back on the body of the father. His head was on the chest of the father's fine white field.
The first time they bathed together, Ichi did not cry to see Yama's tattooed body. Ichiro actually pressed his palm towards Yama's body, his eyes sparkled then he hugged Yama tightly by stroking the tattoo.
"Curtain boy! you will never dare to do it, I did it the traditional way. Using a piece of bamboo and ink." Yama's eyes glare, considering the first time he got the tattoo.
Yama tattoo was done for months, even the grandfather still asked him to practice and do activities as usual. Yamamoto Ito did not like to see weak expressions, let alone from his successors. Yama breathed a heavy sigh, she felt relieved at this time to be able to live a normal life with her small family.
Tuuuttt !!! The voice broke his daydream.
"Little bastard! You insolent! how dare you fart over my body!" Yama lowers Ichiro to the floor.
Ichiro grabs the shower and points it at Yama's body, spraying cold water. It makes Yama angry.
"Guruya!! keep this little bastard out of my sight! Oh, sakuraaa!" yama shouted.
While Ichiro's laughter echoed inside that bathroom. Sarah and Hana shook their heads slowly.
"It's also only been a few minutes, it's been on its stomach again. How about tomorrow if it's big." Sarah patted her forehead slowly.
"Mama also just this time to meet Dad who competes with his own children." Hana nodded slowly.
The quarrel ended with the sound of Ichiro's cry. Sarah was sitting in Seiza's position, she was ready to receive a complaint from Ichiro.
When coming out of the bathroom, the faces of the father and son were inversely proportional. Yama looked radiant with a wide smile adorning his face, while Ichiro had a sour face with cloud over his head. Yama breathed a big breath while stepping out of the bathroom.
The still angry Ichiro crouched down and did something that made him regret later.😅
