Throes

Uncovered

Povs. Ramah.

My tiredness became less, when I reached home with my wife waiting for me to go home in front of the terrace. Welcomed me with a warm smile.

" Fatty, huh Mas?" Yanna asked, taking my briefcase and crucifying me.

" His fatigue is gone when I see my wife." Godaku, making Yanna just smile flatly. " Which kids?" My toot.

" Watching the tv." Yanna replied, making me nod and walk in following Yanna from behind.

" Watch what else!! Until papa comes in cuekin?" I said from behind the sofa. Seeing Naufal and Nana seriously watching the afternoon cartoon.

" Father?" Sapa Nana, turning back and crucifying my hand, followed Naufal who also crucified me.

" Oohh... Watch the twins? The numbers are serious." My speech. " Did Nana have Naufal eaten?" My toot.

" Not yet." Answer simultaneously while shaking your head.

" Popey to Papa." Nana Imbuh.

" Yes Papa took a shower, we ate together. Mama must have been getting food." Nana and Naufal just nodded at the same time and went back to watching television. Until I ruffled their hair.

But something was a little different with Nana. What I usually come from work, Nana will definitely wrestle spoiled with me. ask me what I brought, and ask why it was too late to come home. What because there is already Naufal, Nana is not spoiled anymore with me and a little mature into a sister.

Very amusing.

I stepped into the room, looking at my wife who was standing in front of the closet.

" Daddy?" Yanna screeched, surprised as I hugged her from behind.

" The smell! Take a shower there." Imbuhnya, hit my hand that is still coiled in his stomach. Sambal I buried my face in the recess of his neck.

Fragrant?

" Mandiin?" My God, while kissing Yanna's neck.

" Dh!! like a little kid. Tu kids, it's smart to bathe yourself. Yes, even if it's not clean." Grunts Yanna. Makes me laugh softly.

" You take another shower?"

" If Nana does not need to be in omeli, it is smart to shower yourself. Tu your boy, the foam in the hair is not lost. Wear shampoo a lot.can-can be one bottle not until a month runs out because of Naufal." The more I laughed hearing my wife's complaints about the children.

This is what I want, living with a woman who wants to be a housewife. Busy taking care of me and my children and always complaining about the behavior of the children to me every night.

" Aren't you tired?" I asked Yanna, still faithfully hugging her from behind. Even though Yanna was arranging clothes in the closet.

" No. I'm glad I'm busy like this. rather than sleeping, sleeping, eating, sleeping, eating. It's not healthy, the body blooms."

" That's a sign of living well." My timpal.

" It's prosperous, but don't get too blooming. I'm afraid you'll be glancing at another girl." Yanna answered, making me smile.

" Will not. Even though you're blooming, I still love you." I answered while kissing her cheek

" Computer." Yanna. "Here was the bath, pity Nana as Naufal waited for his father from earlier."

" Hmm, yes, baby! ." I replied, stealing back the kiss on Yanna's cheek before taking off the hug and going to the bathroom.

" Daddy?" Call Yanna, before I get into the bathroom.

" yeah?"

" When I finish eating, I want to ask you something. About Nana." Yanna said with a serious face.

" Why not now, ask what?" I asked, feeling something strange about Yanna.

" After? It's been a shower. I'll prepare the food first." Pamit Yanna left the room, and made me feel curious.

What does Yanna want to ask about Nana?

I rushed to take a shower, but the contents of my head were always thinking about Yanna. Success makes me even more curious. And it was not usually that Yanna's face was this serious.

" Feed first? Just ate fruit." I said, making my two children nod and put the fork back next to the fruit plate.

I looked at Nana, who ate voraciously without speaking, without being spoiled like at my mother's house.

What's wrong with this Nana?

Whether Nana has indeed changed because of having a new sister, or something else. I looked back at Yanna, who was the same as Nana. But with a sad face.

After we finished dinner, I accompanied Nana and Naufal back to watch television while playing. Ordinary Nana who is chatty, many questions are now silent without a sound. Just like Naufal who was also silent and busy with his own toys.

" It's night? drink the milk, wash your hands with your feet, keep sleeping. Tomorrow, Nana's school has to get up early." Yanna said, bringing two glasses of milk to Nana and Naufal.

Without any rebuttal from Nana's lips. Nana who is usually very difficult to drink milk, as if she was upset with Yanna. And want to take milk and drink until it runs out without saying or complaining at all.

In the past at home mom, Nana is very difficult to drink milk if not forced and persuaded Nana to spend a glass of milk. But this, it's amazing. Thought.

" Good night pa?" Nana said, after she finished drinking milk.

" Good night, dear?" I answered, kissing Nana's forehead. " Lighty weight, don't forget to pray." Imbuhku, making Nana nod a smile.

" Good night." Naufal told me.

" Good night champ." Saying back to Naufal, ruffling his hair, even though my son is still not used to calling me papa. At least Naufal would accept me.

" Don't forget to pray either." Imbuhku, making Naufal also nodded and went together with Nana towards their room in the back following Yanna from behind who always drove the children to her room.

I returned with my laptop. Checking sales and store expenses. As well as replying to some customers sending messages, to order fabrics that will be sent or can be picked up by themselves in the warehouse.

" Mad tea." Yanna said, making me look at her.

" Thank you dear. Have the kids sleep." I asked, taking tea in my wife's hand.

" Hhhmm, maybe I have." Yanna replied, making me frown.

" If I were there, the kids would close their eyes. But if there's no me, maybe they haven't slept." Her baby and sat beside me.

" Maybe I still want to play." I said, smilingly shaking my head.

Still half nine? " I thought in my heart.

" Something's been hidden from us." Yanna said, making me frown again. " Including Mas, who didn't tell me who Nana really was."

" sthat mean?" I asked, it's still unclear what Yanna asked.

" Did you not notice Nana's change? Didn't you see Nana's grim face, didn't you see that she smiled. Don't see my daughter crying every night until her sister calms her down! I'm like a stupid mother, a mother who doesn't care about the suffering of children, who doesn't care about depressed children and keeps everything to herself. I'm an evil stepmother! Evil." Yanna said, covering her face with both hands and hearing Yanna's cry back.

" Yan? Hay, honey. calm down, calm down. What's up?" My voice hugged my wife's body.

" What's up? Talk slowly. Don't cry." Imbuhku, while calming Yanna.

" Nana told me that every night she was crying. Always in peace with Naufal. I asked, 'Why?' But Nana didn't answer me." Yanna. " I asked Naufal, if Nana was crying every night, but the cause was not Naufal." Her baby and silence came back crying.

" What is the cause of Yan?" I asked, the more curious

" Nana told Naufal. If he's not Papa Rama's son." Yanna replied, tensing my body, my eyes straightened and my heart seemed to stop hearing Yanna's reply.

Not papa Rama's son?

Nana's?

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