UNINTENTIONALLY

Episode 159's

I'm not a great person, but I'm trying to be the greatest.

I'm not a good person, but I'm trying to be the best.

Although I am not talented, but I am trying to stand out, so that later I will be a part of the people appreciated.

Loves, care and share.

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ILLUSTRATIONS

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The splashing sound of water in the bathroom, made Dinda's eyes panted to see it up to several times. The two people inside had not finished their bath yet, but nearly fifteen minutes had passed.

“Sayang. Hasn't the bath?” yelled Dinda from the room.

Her son and husband had a warm bath this early. And it's used to it, Steve used to take a warm bath with Iqbal since the boy could crawl.

“After they shower.”

Because there was no legitimacy from there, Dinda forced herself into the bathroom.

“Gosh!”

“Neot to be surprised. We are still cool shower,” said Steve casually.

Ah, Dinda felt like crying watching her son follow in her father's footsteps. Inside the small pool inside the bathroom, the father and son were bathing naked. While the little one plays his little ducks. Sometimes bite. Adorable, but the father, the boy looks very acting.

“What are you doing my son!”

Steve mengulu* smile. That sneaky face made Dinda annoyed. “She is enjoying her wonderful days with Dad. Why should you interrupt me like this.”

“Ikh. Sucks.”

Dinda hit Steve's shoulder softly. This guy is a snitch. He can relax, even make your little one cool shower himself. Although Steve was watching him, Dinda was still afraid.

“So you guys took a shower. Why not call.”

“Wild net.”

“But it doesn't have to be long like this right?”

Oh, no. Just taking a shower should take this long. If accumulated in total time, Dinda had prepared Steve's work clothes tens of minutes ago. Steve is the most annoying guy. Everything, everything should be clean.

The little guy also looks cool, he doesn't feel cold. Because the water is warm, so the little one at will tear the water. And he occasionally screamed excitedly, splashing water just like Dinda's face was wet.

“Come please. Later in the wind.”

When Dinda wanted to take her son out of the water. Steve held Dinda's hand, the look on the face began to look cunning.

“Dad and his son have not received service from their mother,” said Steve fishing cue. “Do not expect to go from here.”

Dinda knew Steve was starting to act.

“You've been in the bathroom for a long time. Come on out, get in the wind. There will be no service!”

Steve shook his head violently, then took his son who was sitting before him. He did not allow Dinda to take the little one away from him before the wife complied. Steve was sitting relaxed in a small pool, relaxing in a spa pool.

“I won't come out. Before my wife cleans me and my son with soap.”

“What does it have to do?”

Steve nodded. “You in angry lord!”

Ckckck. Forced. Remember forced. Dinda had to do it. She did not say she refused her husband's request.

But from the look of his face, it is enough to explain the picture of the heart that was upset Steve. While the man of the government, only the whiny smiled complacently. Even the little one looks happy, son and father are the same. Laughing at the suffering of the Mother.

Dinda grabbed the soap bottle, then rubbed it on Steve's burly back.

“How about we crept down,” wean Steve on Dinda.

“Not to think strangely. Working time.”

Glug. Though Steve still wants to linger bathing with his son in this warm water. Especially with Dinda, that's what Steve felt. But his wife touched on the work issue. Instantly the spirit of the morning shrunk.

They take a warm bath that is not too hot. Oh, the water is still above the reasonable limit, and it can be tolerated by Iqbal's body.

Not warm enough for Steve. But he tried to get used to this not-so-warm water.

“What if my wife takes a bath with her father and son. Then I'll get out of here.”

Steve knitted his brows repeatedly. As high as he could, Steve climbed these two thick feathers above his eyes. Code if the idea is too good.

“Not time to play. I've prepared your work clothes. It's time to go to work.”

Always remind of work. Steve wasn't satisfied actually playing with Iqbal in the bathroom. But, yeah, that's it. Madam Steve was already snorting in annoyance.

“Ok. I'll stop now.”

Steve obeyed his wife's orders. He grabbed the towel he had hung behind Dinda. After finishing the towel, Steve carried his son out of this small pool.

“Come child. Mommy is already angry,” he said to the little guy. “Do not until we find a problem. We may not be given rations.”

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“I have to leave in neat clothes from now on. For the sake of a girlfriend, I should look charming.”

In front of the glass whose height was almost the same as his height. Zico scratched his face. Oh, Zico feels that he also looks rather handsome.

“Newly I realized that I was charming,” he said grinningly. He choked with a laugh while tying a tie around his neck.

However, it happened yesterday when he said his love to Vanya. Zico was embarrassed to remember it. He reopened the neat clothes. In front of the glass, Zico felt his hard stomach that had been touched by Vanya.

“Oh shit. Why am I not romantic. Why am I expressing my feelings in the toilet. Must be Vanya feeling this is a bit strange. Damn it!”

Zico rattled his hair. The incident embarrassed him himself when he remembered it. Because the mood was messy due to his silly remarks to Vanya, this neatly tied tie, Zico ruffled back.

“Sh^t. Why can I say it just any way. If you knew he would return my feelings. I should have said it in a romantic place.”

Zico sat on the edge of his bed with an annoyed feeling that enveloped his emotions. I swear, if time could be dropped to the place where Zico said those words, then Zico wouldn't do it in the toilet.

It could be that he will say it under the Eiffel tower or at Namsan tower in Korea. Sh°t.

Zico crept his thighs pissed. Occasionally massaging his head, hoping to get dizzy thinking about yesterday's events to quickly pass from his memory.

When he was upset by his own emotions. The cell phone next to him shook. When in the lyrics, on the mobile screen a message from Vanya.

[“Hopefully your morning is fun.”]

Message from Vanya. Seeing the message, Zico immediately became excited.

He looked at it so many times that message. I don't know what to say to him. Zico's little heart can't say it.

“Oh. This half you have made me excited. I thought I wouldn't get these words from my own girlfriend.”

Zico finally replies to Vanya with unromantic words. Just messaging—

[“Later I'll pick you up. Wait for me fifteen more minutes.”]

At the end of sending a reply to a message, Zico kissed back his flat object.

“I am already old. Sorry if my style of dating is like a teenager. In the future I try to be more mature when dating with you.”

Zico tidied his clothes. The spirit was re-engraved, when the girl gave unusual words.

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“When the habit of wearing your own tie is back. You are getting spoiled every time.”

Tying the tie around Steve's collar, Dinda enjoyed her husband's breath.

This tall body makes Dinda keep on toting every time she does it.

“It won't happen. Because my wife is focused on the little guy now.”

“Eh...... Actually....”.

Steve swung his lips, then he lowered his height slightly.

“You know. Before you got married, you never paid attention to me like the man you love. You always thought of me as the most avoidable man. So, here's the payoff. You should always accept the spoiled attitude of your handsome husband.”

“Is this a form of revenge?”

Steve doesn't shake. “Because I like to ignore a husband as handsome as myself. That's the reply.”

Okay. Dinda admitted that she was very guilty. Hating the man who is now her husband. If he had known Steve was the little boy who had saved him, Dinda would not have shied away from Steve.

“Si small already fed yet?” Steve switched to saying. After Dinda put her tie together, she had already focused on her son playing on the bed.

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“I prepared breakfast for you first. I'll give you Iqbal a meal.”

Dinda twisted her body, wanting to go down to bring food to Steve. But Steve pulled Dinda's arm.

“Let me feed my son. Just prepare food for me.”

“Surely my husband can do it?”

Dinda sure wasn't sure. Moreover, his little baby was very active. Maybe Steve will be upset himself to face his baby who began to be fat and heavy.

“Trust me.”

“But don't make Iqbal messy huh!"

Steve nodded. “Oath. That won't happen,” he promised.

Okay. Dinda turned down. Leaving father and son in his room. Steve begins how to be a perfect father.

“Pad's son is now active. Let's eat first.”

In a small dish, Steve stuffed a spoonful of food in his son's cute mouth. He was rather painstaking, unwilling to make his son fall apart like Dinda's accusation earlier.

“True mother Nak. Your eyes, eyelashes, nose and everything you have comes from Dad. I feel that you are now a rival of Father. You've taken the mother from Dad now. Hiks.”

Steve looked at his son's face. Everyone who saw Iqbal really said that the kid was a little version of Steve.

Her eyelashes are long. Her lips are red. Her smile is so sweet. Only difference, Iqbal is too adorable. Different from Steve, people are not sure if the child is Steve's son. Although they are identical to him, but Steve's fierce attitude can not be denied that Steve will have a son.

“If you grow up later. We're going back to Indonesia. You should get Indonesian identity later.”

Steve had been thinking about this for a long time. He did not want his son to have the identity of a foreign citizen. Or follow in the footsteps of the grandmother—Diah's mother became a Chinese citizen.

Steve prefers to live in Indonesia if he can refuse the will of the Papa. But it is different, living there but the identity of Indonesian citizens.

Steve gently fed his son. Although he looked grumpy with his cold face, but his heart was imprinted for his son.

“Food is ready.”

Dinda came from below to bring food. Steve doesn't care much about Dinda. Instead, he was very cool with a small toy that had kicked his face several times.

“Sayang. The food is ready. Come on eat. It will be cold,” Dinda said to Steve.

Dinda took a seat next to Steve. Her husband was again attracted to his son.

“How about today I don't work. I still want to play with my hero.”

“Ngak,” replied Dinda lightning. Steve was in front of him. This man is indeed smart in seducing Dinda. “Two days ago you missed work. The present time will be absent again.”

“Finally I don't have the heart to leave the little one.”

And yes. Iqbal was hard on Steve. He pulled his tie, even biting the tie to the brim with his saliva.

“I'm near the little guy. Anyway you have to work. I don't want you to miss work.”

“I'm the owner of the company. Isn't it natural that I miss work.”

Steve looked at her with a smugly smile. While Dinda looks lost for words to nag her husband.

“I know it, but—”

“You allow?” steve quickly took both of his wife's hands. Kissed her. “You are indeed a good wife.”

Oh. That's not what I wanted to say. Why my husband is so lazy to work. Before marriage, he was very active. Ah, what sin did I commit, until this week has been absent four times working.

“Terus. If it doesn't work, what do you want to do at home?” ask Dinda for the reason.

It's a simple answer from Steve. His focus was on this adorable little guy.

Dinda just realized, if the little one has been put on a hairy coat that was bought yesterday by Steve from the mall. When I saw that, all the feelings were mixed. Really, his little heart wants to cry when the little one is treated like a toy by his own father.

“It's summer. Why wear a fur coat all.”

Steve's behavior makes the little one even more adorable. But Dinda was worried that the coat would damage her son's skin. It even becomes an irritation.

“He looks like a rabbit if he wears this fur coat. Oath.”

Steve casually said that it was a funny thing. But Dinda held back her annoyance, that was not what she thought. The little one also looks relaxed over the actions of his father.

Steve's tie from earlier was also cool in biting-bit until wet. The boy groaned, his calmness making Steve could not stop to bother him.

“Hiks. Hixes. Why do you do this to my son.”

“Mother crying son. Hihi”