Little Twin'S Daddy

Little Twin'S Daddy
73. Kiss Again


"Hana! Wait a minute, you don't go in!" Arum, who reached home with Keyra and Hana, held the arms of his neighbor's son.


"Yes, Auntie, why?" ask Hana.


"Look, you stay at our house, Hana," said Arum, hoping to get closer to the girl.


"Mah!" call Keyra.


"Don't tell the children of people to sleep in our house, after all just a Aunt Kinan who wants to go abroad, and Om Wira also seems to have gone home anyway," continued Aidan's twin brother while pointing to Wira's car parked in the yard of the house.


"Yes, yes, but tomorrow-tomorrow Hana come to the house of Auntie, yes," said Arum.


"Hmm, yeah, Auntie." Hana nodded and smiled stiffly at the child and the mother who had now entered their home.


"Bah!" Hana ran over to her father who kept walking to the door of the house. She looks cold and still looks disappointed at the fate of her two bad children. Moreover, the media is still talking about the disaster that happened to Raiqa. They covered the persecution until the whole town knew her family was in misfortune. Just then, it had made a scene, what if they knew that his immature daughter had been raped and even gave birth to children at an early age? His reputation will fall and be considered a failed parent. People's views will change drastically.


"Father! Is it true, Papa didn't go abroad?" tanya Hana stood in front of Wira and blocked her father from climbing the stairs.


"Hmm," replied the hero just mendeham.


"Where is Papa then? Why wasn't she in the hospital?" ask Hana.


"Father of taking care of your brother and mother's flight," replied the Hero and appeared to be looking for someone.


"Oh, then, why didn't Papa stop by to pick up Qila at his friend's house?" ask Hana again. The hero fell silent and stopped looking here and there.


"Bah! Hana didn't want to be home alone, so now Papa told Papa's men to go get Qila, "hana's pinta was still standing in front of her father and waiting for an answer. But when Wira wanted to answer, suddenly the maid came carrying a bag and went to face Wira.


"Sir, I've prepared everything" said the maid.


"Good, go over there, and please take good care of my wife and son there." The woman pointed outside the house.


"Good, Sir. Excuse me." The maid went to do her new job, to join Kinan.


"Lho.. Why did Bibik go too? Well, who's gonna take care of Hana's needs here, Pah?" hana asked half surprised to be left alone by her father.


"From now on, you're self-studying." The word Wira made Hana flabbergasted.


"Reports? That is, Hana herself cooked? Wash shirt? Washing dishes? All that housework has to be done? So, Papa?" Hana was a little shocked.


"Yes, that's it." Hero nodded.


"Now Papa wants to rest, you don't be noisy at home" Wira said past Hana but her daughter stopped her again.


"Bah!"


"What else is it?" asked the hero slightly holding back his patience. Tired of taking care of the problems that came, now his daughter seems to want to ask for something.


"Why can't you?" ask the hero and he knows Hana's spoiled and sometimes forced nature. Despite his slightly irritated nature from Qila, Wira remained affectionate towards his proud son. Because Hana always gives him satisfactory grades, unlike Qila who she hopes can be as smart as Hana but instead gives her a grandchild.


"Hm, how is it, Hana is busy, especially next Monday Hana wants to join the race as usual. Especially tomorrow there is a basketball sport that Hana must win, so it seems Hana can not do all that, Pah," said Hana hope Wira understands.


"Hm, if Papa does not want to, Papa tomorrow go pick up Qila ya," he continued to beg Wira who immediately refused directly.


"No, Papa can't." The hero ascended to the top leaving Hana pouting and astonished to see her stupid Papa so much about Qila. Like not hearing his name.


"Currently, why the hell is Papa suddenly weird? Papa cares a lot about Qila. So concerned, Papa sent Qila abroad instead of sending me! Oh, that's not fair!" Hana stomped her feet. Irritated at his father and also at his twin sister who now gets the attention of Bram.


Seen, the handsome man gave a bandage on Qila's head with great care and of course affection.


"Om, this is just a small wound, do not need to wear bandages, just love hansaplast aja," said Qila a little awkward.


"Your wound is not treated enough if you wear it, look at the big wound yourself," said Bram gave a small mirror and showed Qila's wound as a result of banging his head into a pole. It looks quite large and may be stitched if Qila banged his head again.


"Hmm, yes, sorry, Om," said Qila looking down and glanced at Bram to put the P3K drug into the table drawer.


"Oh yeah, Om, Qila wants to know something" said the girl.


"Hmm, what?" Ask while contacting someone to bring you fast food from outside.


"That's, this is Om's new house?" tanya Qila looked at the house she entered now different from before.


"Hm, yes, this is new" said Bram.


"Then, the car outside is new too, Om?" ask Qila with her innocence.


"Hm, yes, it is."


"It turns out Om Bram was a great person," said Qila suddenly in praise.


"Hm, why are you talking like that?" bram asked a little misbehaved and was a little shy.


"Eventually, Om who likes to disappear turns out to have a house and car everywhere, hehe," said Qila grinning and looking down. A little awkward just the two of you in that big house. He also did not forget to glance at the heel of his foot that treated Bram. The man was truly like an angelic figure present to treat every wound present as well as his sadness.


Bram sat down near Qila, he smiled. Looking handsome but in Qila's mind, he still overshadowed Aidan and also thought of his two babies. But all was lost when the man in front of her again stroked her cheek and with his soft, seductive lips, she gave him another kiss. It felt so deep in Bram's feelings for her.


"Om, please don't do this!" Qila pushed Bram's chest. His heart was pounding strangely.


It feels crowded and wants to cry.


"Why? You don't like it?" bram asked as he touched Qila's sweet lower lip.


"Sorry, Om. I didn't...."