All About You
Anya And Zenya

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Satria's residence was already crowded that day. Families and relatives came to welcome the arrival of twins who were born a few days ago. The fourth generation of the Nikolai family that had been expected. The excitement has been felt since morning, even since the news of his birth on the first day.

Although most of them at the beginning are not allowed to come to visit the hospital, but can still come home to feel the same happiness.

"You're great Dim!" Arfan patted the back of his sister-in-law who had just arrived.

"What? isn't that who I was, when he was praised?" chirp Rania, without feeling the slightest bit awkward. But make the man laugh.

"yes too. Who was pregnant and the distress during pregnancy was she, why was Dimitri given a compliment?" Dygta.

"Well, right, brother? He's just doing doang stock?" rania's curse became increasingly uncontrollable, and Dygta laughed at it.

Dimitri was just looking.

"Handle, Dim." Dygta grabbed the shoulders of his younger brother. "Congratulations, you guys are great." Said.

"I'm sorry, we didn't rush to the hospital. The resort has recently become more crowded and you have to take care of it." continued Dygta who handed over a large package containing gifts. "For the baby let the henchmen" he said.

"Thank you, it's okay. Baby is safe." Rania deskwabbwabwah.

"Thankfully, our lives will become more crowded after this." Arfan.

"Of course, just a week they've been making me dizzy. I often wake up in the middle of the night, and suddenly I wake up if they cry." Dimitri answered.

"You have just complained. Don't remember the time to process it?" dygta Cibir.

"Yes, brother, he continues to complain. Sometimes the ranting is not clear." ragged Rania to her sister-in-law.

"That's good I don't understand, it doesn't hurt."

"Hmm ... Are you complaining?"

"It's not talking, it's just saying doang."

"Don't be so Dim. Is it your own child?" Arfan interrupts.

"Yes, fortunately mama, papa, the same papi is always there. So you can replace it if I'm sauces."

"Keep, just keep pitting him."

"Well, can't you say, while you're still complaining?"

"You're two, Om Arfan, four at a time. Never complained once." Dygta embraced her husband's arm while looking at the man's face with pride.

While the face of the man who was praised began to look blushing. He even seemed to be holding back his smile.

"Om Arfan has the experience of having Ara, while I?"

"But you can't complain either. It's from your own hard work." said Arfan, then he laughed again.

"Well, .. right." Dygta supported her husband's remarks.

"Whoa, yeah." Dimitri rolled his eyeballs.

"Don't do it but your attitude is like that, because the stone knows the taste later!" Dygta pinched his sister's arm.

"Aw! brother why pinch me?"

"Let you be sensitive! your kids will be close to someone else, sorry!"

"Ish, ..." The man rubbed his painful, hot arm.

"Eh, speaking of Ara, where has she been? why hasn't the clock arrived yet?" Dygta looked at the screen of his phone.

"So she called already in Jakarta." Arfan also checked his phone.

"Who's picking you up?"

"He won't be picked up."

"Who, who do you want to go home with?"

The sound of a motorcycle roar interrupted their conversation, and everyone turned their heads towards the open gate.

A green Kawasaki Ninja motorbike enters the yard with two passengers whom they are familiar with.

"Duh?" Rania reacts.

"Groof?" He immediately walked to the terrace.

The two men took off their helmets, and it was true that Galang and Amara had just arrived.

"Don't you? new bike? when buy?" rania's question immediately welcomed the arrival of her best friend in front of the house.

"Have you just met the news of the cake, or at least kiss that hand? this is about the motor?" Galang walked over, with Amara behind him.

"Well, why kiss hands? there will be a lot of misunderstandings."

"Any asking about cake?"

"People call every day? why ask for news?"

"Basic oneng!"

"Ehm, ..." Amara sounded cleared of throat, feeling a little neglected every time these two companions met. Although they always argue, it is enough to make him feel like a stranger among them.

"Eh, Ara? How are you." Rania immediately greeted him kindly.

"Good brother." The girl nodded her head while smiling no less graciously.

"Oh, yes, brother." Amara saw her parents' car parked not far from her.

"Hey, why are you talking outside?" Dimitri showed up to check. Saw his wife who was talking to Galang.

"Yes, let's go in." Rania went back into the house. Followed by these two.

Amara immediately rushed into the arms of her parents, while Galang tried to blend in with them. Although the look did not like Arfan had made his guts slightly shrivel.

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"So, what do we call them?" Dygta, who was holding her sister's baby girl, spoke. And she unceasingly kissed him as if never satisfied.

Rania looked at Dimitri.

"There's still nothing?" she said she understood the look on her husband's face.

"Seriously?" Dygta. "There's no time?"

"We ask papa or papi, maybe already there," said Rania.

"wait. Honey, can you give them a name? usually your choice is good" Dygta told her husband.

"Hmmm .. wait." The man seemed to think.

"Anya." but Dimitri immediately spoke as soon as he got the idea.

"What?"

"Well, is Rania Alexei?" the man continued, who then smiled.

"Hows it? nice right?"

"That means?"

"Beautiful girl is meek" said Dimitri, who then snatched the baby girl from her sister.

They nod their heads.

"Keep this one?" Angga appears carrying his grandson.

Dimitri was silent again.

"Zenya" said.

"Zenya?" Everyone reacted at once.

"Lord son." then he laughed.

"Are you sure you'll name your son with that? will he not be ridiculed by his friends?" Angga.

"What happened to that name? he will remain the pride of the Nikolai family. After all who would dare mock him?"

"Duh?"

"The Alexei Nikolai?"

"Hm ...

You Russian! inner Angga.

"Did you have another name?" Rania asked her father.

"Why? you don't like that name?" Dimitri sounded angry.

"No, I just ...

"What?" dimitri's facial expression was starting to feel bad.

"Can't that be a bit Indonesian?" Rania spoke carefully, afraid of offending her husband.

"Disn't that name sound foreign?" Dimitri raised his voice.

"It's weird if he plays to Bandung." Angga muttering.

"Well, where is it?"

"Imagine he'll play with our neighbor's son, and they call him Zen?" he said, with a silly shadow in the future.

"Something is wrong?" Dimitri debated his in-laws. "Zen's good too, I'm called Dim. Sometimes Dimi." the man sounded annoyed.

Angga seemed to exhale.

"It's obvious that if she lived in Bandung, people would call her Jen."

"Who said he was going to stay in London? how odd. We're gonna live here?"

"It's been, Okay. Zeen's good, too." Rania breaks the debate between her husband and her father.

"Is it okay, baby? Zenya is also a good name. Mommy's handsome." Rania snatches her baby boy from Angga.

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Hadeh, .. the matter of their names is a matter of debate, right?🤣🤣

Meet Dedek Anya and Dedek Zenya