Trapped in Love Tomboy Girl

Jealousy

“Bas, why are you even sniffing so. I took a shower, I used perfume too, I can't smell!” cetus Kiara was singing her lips in annoyance, because since then Bastian continues to sniff the left right as if looking for the scent of something.

“What's the matter Bas?” ask papa Krish.

“Pah, Bastian nyium something,” said Bastian sok mysterious.

“What?” answer the third with her.

“Aroma jealousy!” at once Bastian also immediately laughed out loud, seeing Kai's jealous reaction made him unable to help laughing. Fortunately, his brother had left, if he could not yet fart because he held back his laughter for too long.

“I'm not jealous yah!” kiara misunderstood.

“lah, why be you!” bastian said still laughing, “Ra, my advice, mending you stop working. You already have a husband, handsome, well-established and hardworking. You can benefit him. Why are you tired of working in the office. Mending you work in the room,” explained Bastian with a big smile, but Kiara still does not understand the meaning of the word from Bastian.

“Already, you are Bas. Not to go to the hospital, even teasing your sister-in-law. Let's go together,” said papa Krish to get out of his chair and invite Bastian to go to work together, rather than continue to tease Kiara.

“Ngapain me to the hospital? What a try program,” muttered Kiara sighed heavily, then she looked at her mother-in-law with a slashed face.

“Mah, keep Kia trying? It's hard for Kia to learn, so I can't even go out. Kia bird that must be in brackets,” confided Kiara sadly.

“Dear Papa, that's his sign, Kai dear to you. He doesn't want you to be tired, and he wants you to focus on him.” Mama Irish said with a smile of relief, “Better, you come with mama, yuk.” Mama Irish invites Kia to her room.

Kia simply nodded, then followed Irish mama into the room, her eyes scurried looking in several directions. There are quite a lot of picture frames in the room, especially the photo on the nightstand next to the bed, where there are the first three frames of the wedding photo of Irish mama and papa Krish, where there are three frames, the second picture was of them holding a baby. And the third photo, they were holding one more baby, but there was one child who was a little bit bigger.

Kia concluded that the second photo was when the Irish mother only had the Emperor, and in the third photo, the time where Bastian was born and the Emperor was already bigger.

“Iya, that's your husband. His face is still the same as before,” said mama Irish chuckled, he seemed to know when Kiara's eyes just stared at the photo on his nightstand.

Kiara only smiled, but in her heart was pinched, as if she now only understood, why all this time she had never found a photo of her childhood with mama Rani and Zaskia. All the photos on display in the living room, family room and anywhere else there is only a photo of Mama Rani and Zaskia, without her.