Trapped in Love Razia Pak Police

The extra part 1

A thirty-five-year-old woman was standing in front of a glass that extended downward exposing her entire body to the tip of her foot. Her hand put a pearl veil brooch on the side of her right shoulder. The woman who had almost entered the four heads was still beautiful and youthful. Even at a glance she was still like a young lady in her twenties. There was not the slightest trace of wrinkle on his face.

He walked out of his room carrying a sling bag with a rope made of chains. He walked towards the room next to him that seemed to be tightly closed.

Tok tok tok tok

"Abang, are you done, honey?" ask the woman while knocking on the door.

There is no truth from within. But, a moment later the door opened featuring a ten-year-old boy in his casual attire.

"Udah?" repeat the woman.

Not answering the question, the boy only nodded briefly.

"We're leaving now. Papa same sister you've been waiting downstairs."

Once again the boy only replied with a nod. The boy walked first. My mother walked behind him.

When they got downstairs, they saw a man playing with a girl. The two of them seemed to be jokingly lithe without any hint of awkwardness.

"Darling, are we leaving now?" asked the man turned his head as he sensed the arrival of his wife and eldest son.

Ceisya, the woman who had given birth to a pair of children from her eleven-year marriage to Zafran, nodded while glancing at the clock that was circular on her right wrist. His hand rubbed the head of his eldest son who was standing beside him.

"Want to be with Mama?" asked Ceisya asked his youngest son who was currently attached to the papa.

The four-year-old boy shook his head. He moved from his seat just to hug his neck.

"Alright, alright. Ai same papa let mama same brother. Here brother!" Ceisya was actually confused as to why his youngest daughter was so sticky to his papa.

Zafri, his eldest son was silent but he complied. Hugged the mother's body with one of her right hands. Ceisya reflex stroking soft Zafri hair.

The youngest daughter named Aiya immediately threw her face to the side. He hugged his arms around his neck.

"Cie jealous. Who was wrong was not wanted. It will be my brother who wins." said Zafran smiled after provoking his own daughter.

While Zafri was only silent, but, his lips were pulled upwards. Smiling when he saw his jealous little brother. When you want to know if your sister is jealous or not, it's easy. When jealous, Aiyla would instantly turn her face the other way.

"Already, already. By, don't make Ai cry. Mending now we go straight, afraid later tonight." lerai Ceisya while reprimanding her husband.

Zafran only looked at him with a grin. "Yes, honey, yes. Same with mom first, huh? Let papa be with brother for a moment." Zafran forcibly took off his daughter's embrace. "Will my brother continue? Trus Ai is the same papa?" whispered Zafran quietly.

Aiyla shook her head. His head turned to the side and looked up, looking at the face of the mother. He immediately ran towards Ceisya and hugged her tightly. Aiya's height which is only limited to Ceisya's thigh makes the girl look very funny.

Ceisya immediately rubbed Aiyla's head wrapped in an instant headscarf. While the sensitive Zafri immediately released one hand that had previously embraced the body of the mother.

Zafri approached his sister, rubbing Aiyla's head. "Let your brother be equally papa." said Zafri briefly and then moved closer to Zafran.

Ceisya smiled angrily then immediately lifted Aiyla's body and carried her. Once inside her mother's arms, Aiyla hugged Ceisya's neck tightly while drowning her face in Ceisya's neck.

Meanwhile, Zafran also offered to his son to ride onto his back. Zafri who really liked to be carried as a child did not refuse. He wrapped his hands around Zafran's neck so as not to fall.

"We're leaving." Zafran walked closer to Ceisya who was still in his place.

"Abang, close his eyes." Zafri reflex closed his eyes hearing the word from the father.

Cup

Zafran smiled when he saw his wife's two reflexive eyes glaring at him. Before protesting, Ceisya's words were immediately interrupted by Zafran.

"Safe, Honey. We are leaving now." with an innocent face, Zafran stepped his feet ahead of his wife who was still dumbstruck in the living room.

Ceisya strongly condemned the behavior of her husband who did not know the place. But, his heart slama could not be denied that Ceisya felt very happy just because of such a small thing.

•••

The white MPV car stopped in front of a boarding school located in the city of S. Ceisya and Zafran reflect back. Seeing their children have fallen asleep in the back bench that has been transformed into a comfortable bed. Since the birth of his youngest daughter, Zafran immediately replaced his car with a car that has a larger capacity that prioritizes the comfort of his family. And that's very useful, for example now. The kids can rest in the back.

"Have you notified Umi?" zafran asked as he looked at his wife.

"Udah. He said wait inside. Yes, go in yuk! The kids want to be built?" asked Ceisya who had previously told Uminya that they had arrived.

Yep. This year's school holiday Ceisya invites his children to visit the city of S. A place that was once a memory of a part of his life.

"Wake up." Zafran glanced at the back bench where his children were still fast asleep.

Ceisya. Both of them removed their seat belts and got out of the car and moved to the back door to wake their children.

"Abang, Ai, wake up, honey. We've reached it." Ceisya patted the cheeks of his two children in turn.

Zafri whose nature is almost the same as the papa immediately woke up easily. He rubbed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, honey, the sleep is disturbed. Brother same papa first yes, let mama wake up Ai first."

"Yes, Ma." replied Zafri according to.

"Dear, wake up! Ai want to see Brother Rakha?" and miraculously when he heard the name Rakha, Aiyla immediately woke up.

"Abang Rakha?" sayup-sayup.

"Yes. Get up yuk! Papa's brother's outside."

In a doldrums, Aiyla spread her arms to Ceisya asking to be carried. Ceisya was just shaking his head at his daughter, very spoiled.