Merried With Mr. Millionaires
Motor Racing
Alana can only follow Arsya's wishes. Busy yourself with playing mobile phone is not him, but want how else.
Alana did not want to pay attention to the man who had clearly ransacked her heart.
Jordan guided Arsya's little hand, after four years Jordan harbored all his desire to meet Arsya now paid off already.
Not only met, even Jordan managed to hug and now walk with his little hero.
“Papi Arsya wants to go there,” shouted Arsya with a typical voice of a child who is interested in something.
Alana sees Arsya pulling Jordan's hand to follow her. He just follows from behind.
“Papi Arsya wants the car,” pinta Arysa with a spoiled and pleading tone.
Jordan could not resist the wishes of his son, he felt happy because he could give the results of his hard work so far to make his son happy.
“Bby, Arysa want to buy what other toys?” Ask Jordan.
Arsya seemed to think, he began to browse the contents of the toy store.
Arsya's face was buckled, as she did not find her wish.
Jordan who saw the sad face of his son tried to ask, “Arsya why?”
Arsya hugged Jordan's leg, then turned her head.
“Arsya want a big motor,” Arsya whine.
Alana knows the meaning of the rice motor that Arsya means. “Can't Arsya!” Alana Strictly.
Jordan, who heard Alana's rejection, looked at Arsya's face, which began to cry.
Jordan took Arsya into his trunk.
“Papi,” whine Arsya.
Jordan who saw Arsya teary-eyed and pursed his lips, could not bear to see the sadness on his hero's face.
“Arsya want big motor?” Jordan's question was immediately answered by Arsya with a nod.
“OK. Papa will buy Arsya”
Arsya who was happy to get approval instantly kissed Jordan's cheek.
“Receive-”
“No, Jordan.” Alana disagrees, Arsya's desire is excessive.
Jordan looked at Alana, with a question mark. “Why?”
“The big motor that Arsya means, the race motor,” replied Alana firmly.
Jordan looked at Arsya's face that returned moody, “Anak Papi wants to be a racer?” asked Jordan in a soft tone.
Shamefully Arsya nodded her head.
“What color will Papi buy?”
“Arsya wants red Papi,” replied Arsya enthusiastically.
“OK, Papi phone secretary Papi first.”
Jordan pulled out his phone to call Nik.
Alana, who knows how Jordan's nature, quickly snatches Jordan's phone.
Jordan is surprised to see his phone which is now in Alana's hold.
Arsya moves her body asking Jordan to let go of her Papa sling.
Jordan lowers Arsya, noticing his son who is now approaching towards Alana.
“Mami return! That's Papi's phone,” Arsya said while giving a hostile look at her Mama.
Alana put Jordan's phone in her bag. “No. Mobile Papi, mami sita,” firmly Alana.
Jordan who saw Alana's behavior tried to hold back from laughing.
How could Alana dare to take her belongings, even flat objects were put into her bag without feeling awkward.
Jordan knew Alana was being cold to him.
Seeing that Arsya was about to cry, Jordan carried Arsya.
“Here see Papi!” pinta Jordan gently.
The pain lingered in her heart, as she looked at Arysa's teary eyes.
“If Arsya wants a big bike, Arysa has to be big too in order to use it,” Jordan said.
Arya showing her confused face, “How to, Arsya fast big Papi?” arsya asked with curiosity.