Wedding Sunscreen

Part 98 ~ Wedding Sunscreen

"Dad-Mother!"

A 6-year-old boy continued to run while carrying a picture book in his hand, not to mention the backpack and school uniform that made the boy look so adorable.

Harun and Haura who were enjoying the break turned and smiled at her son.

"Don't run, honey." Haura immediately knelt down to align her height with Azzam. Waiting for the little boy to smash his arms.

"Azzam got 10 Mothers." The 6-year-old boy showed his picture after breaking a hug with his mother.

Aaron and Haura looked at each other, happy to see their son's smile that looked adorable and cheerful.

It did not feel like 6 years had passed since Haura had been declared in a coma for several days. A hit-and-run suspect that Aaron doesn't know who has received his own punishment.

It turned out that the man had not only hit Haura, but had stolen the car she was wearing. Everything was purely an accident without any grudges accompanying.

Since Haura's discharge in the hospital, the little family has been having happy days with a very worried little son and a man.

Like this time, instead of saying hello after school. Azzam instead shouted to his parents because they were too happy.

Aaron knelt down to align his body, stroking the cheeks of Cubi Azzam.

"It should be if you enter the house said greetings first sweetheart, even though as happy as that," said Harun warned.

"Really, Mother?" Staring at Haura. The woman nodded her head.

Aaron and Haura gasped as Azzam ran towards the door even past him. Just about to catch up, Azzam had appeared and was standing firmly at the door.

Azzam said his greetings as Aaron had taught. Then the couple returned the greetings of their little son. Hugged him as tightly as possible after arriving.

"That's a smart father's son," praised Aaron ruffling Azzam's hair.

"Hm, yes, Mother's child."

Haura laughed. Taking a picture book in his son's arms when he realized something. The woman's eyes were perfectly rounded, then gave a smile afterwards.

"Azzam, it's not ten kiddos, it's 100."

"A hundred?"

"Yes, if there are two zeros it means one hundred. If zero is one ten."

"That's Mother?"

"Yes dear." Ruffling her son's hair. Haura stood up immediately. "Azzam want to change his own clothes or help Mother?" ask Haura.

"Azzam change clothes yourself Mother. Azzamkan is big and smart. The book is kept on the table, the bag is on the chair. Dirty uniform in the basket keeps grabbing clean clothes in the topmost position closet." Azzam lays out the things that Haura once taught without anyone missing.

"Smart, let's get changed. Mother same father wait here."

Azzam then nodded, walking carefully up the stairs according to his mother's warning. While Haura and Aaron carefully watched until their son had actually reached the last rung of the stairs.

Haura laughed as her forehead was suddenly frowned upon by the husband. "Mother's education is really cool. Never make your own decisions, anything always asks for Azzam's opinion," said Aaron.

"Because I don't want our son to grow up without a choice. Choosing and taking responsibility for his choice of small things will not make him lose his direction as an adult. Supporting her choice can make her more confident later, especially Azzam will later become the leader in her household."

"I'm really lucky to get a wife. That way the descendants of mas will be wise there like the mother."

"Don't praise me keep Mas, embarrassed."

"What a red face my wife." Menjawil Haura's nostrils.