
Two children who breathed a rough sigh, actually cake and dinner together and gifts were enough for them. However, their mother does not want her children to lose their childhood joy.
Febria was dressed in pink, dressed as a princess with her crown, while Ferrell wore a child's tuxedo suit. Two children who breathed harshly looked at Steven and their mother who was putting up balloons and trinkets.
Invitational guests? Nothing, only the five of them, considering their grandmother who could not attend because Sany was allergic to shrimp, ate it last afternoon, until her skin had a rash.
So who are all these decorations for? Who is this full table dish for? Two kids who really don't think.
"You want to?" Scott offered me a pack of packaged cassava chips.
"Thank you..." Ferrell grabbed it, ate one piece, "What are they doing? Do it too much again" he asked.
"Don't they just don't want you to lose a happy childhood. Because of that too, mama doesn't let you guys follow the acceleration. Learning skills and knowledge at home is okay, but don't lose a fun childhood." explains Scott.
Ferrell clenched his hands, his eyes reddened like weeping, "There's a reason we don't want to go to kindergarten or elementary school preferring homeschooling at home,"
The child's tears finally flowed as well, sobbing trying not to be heard by the mother, "The other children will be picked up by their father once or twice. A. I don't know what to say if they ask 'what is your father's job?' Or when I nosy to them, they'll say 'I'll complain to my father.' I also want to complain to papa if anyone bullies me at school. Saying proudly about papa.but.but...but..."
Ferrell was speechless again speechless in his cries. Until Febrian's hand gripped his fingers, "I experienced the same thing!! They were proud of her father who only had a small shop.." the little girl whined.
"You guys don't cry, you know..." Scott tried to calm down, however smart his two younger siblings were, they were still kids. Pretending to be tough in front of Amel, where he pretended to be an adult.
Until Amel realized the sobbing of his two children. Slowly walk up to him, spread out his hands,"Ferrell!! February!!" he called, about to greet his two crying children in his arms.
"Mama.." said the two children together, running towards their mother. Hugged her tightly, in a sobbing cry.
"Why crying?" amel knelt down to hug his two children.
The two children looked at each other behind their mother's back. Don't want the mother to know they're not okay with Kenzo's absence.
"Sister Scott!! He said I was ugly!!" febrian Lies.
"Sister Scott also said my hair was like a bird's nest..." Ferrell was lying.
Why was I... Scott clenched his forehead, feeling made into a collision by his two younger siblings.
Amel who was still hugging his two children looked at Scott, his adopted son who is now 21 years old. Scott waved his hand quickly, gesturing if it wasn't him that caused the two children to cry.
Amel just smiled softly, stroking the backs of those who were still crying sobbed, "Papa is coming home." he said reassuring himself and his two children.
"Aaaaa..aaaa.." The twins cried louder and louder in his mother's arms. It was as if spilling all the feelings that had been held back.
Kenzo, not just me, there's Elina, Scott, Joe, Elisha, Steven they need you, love you....And now coupled with the great longing of the two children you are waiting for. Go home.you are not alone anymore.I beg you....
"If your papa comes home, he'll be happy to see that his two tadpoles have grown up." said Amel chuckling with tears flowing, comforting himself.
***
The cosplayer event is over, the two young men begin to take an online taxi to the villa's address. Still wearing attributes and loan makeup.
Until finally the car stopped in front of a villa that was quite far from the city center. A pretty big villa.
"We're gonna make a lot of money..." Tata, who wears the Uchiha Sakuke costume, stretches her stiff muscles.
"What's important is work first, make the kids laugh and be amazed..." Dava is back in his mask, completing the appearance of cosplayer Hatake Kakashi.
"But I was amazed by one thing, their mother was beautiful with no gaps. The front is 36D, the body is fit to be lifted ala bridal style. Not too thin, but not too full, his face is also as white as milk, like an East Asian celebrity.." muttered Tata looked amazed.
"If I could, just once, even if I just kissed and hugged her, I would have paid 6 months to spare." she continued.
Somehow Dava's heart feels hot, there are people who complain about the beauty of women who have just met for the first time. But all of those feelings were put aside, under the pretext.
"That's someone's wife." he said walking in first had used his mask.
"You guys have come? Thanks mom..." Steven immediately ran to take his phoncell picture with Tata. Perform various poses, such as in animation.
Dava smiled at them. Unaware of a child staring in admiration at him. "Hatake Kakashi, member of Anbu.." murmured Ferrell.
"Yes... want to take pictures like them?" the tanya grabbed Ferrell, banging around hugging the boy like a koala.
"I want to!!" the child nodded with a smile.
Some photos were taken, until Amel who was wearing a dress came. The black dress is covered, but the curves of her body are visible, considering that from the top of her chest to the neck is only covered in brocade. It looks tempting considering the color of the white skin that contrasts with the dress.
It's crazy!! this is absolutely crazy!! For the first time, the man had this feeling. His heart was pounding, those lips were stared at from afar. Beautiful, really beautiful, and fun to tease her, while arguing.
Until somehow the fragments of his memory slightly imagined when kissing the lips of a fat woman in the pool. The same guy? But it is impossible, the same thumping feeling, when remembering pieces of memory. And looked at the mother of the two children even from afar.
Until at last, the candle started to light everyone began to sing including himself. His eyes could not be seen Amel's figure, not because of his 36D. But since there was a strange feeling of comfort while looking at him smiling.
I want papa to come home tonight, as a gift to us. The same hope of two twins, before blowing out the candles.
Huhhhhh...
Candles blown together...
Dava smiled behind the mask he was wearing.
"Dava.." call his friend, until his attention is slightly distracted.
Prangs...
High-value ceramic displays broke due to getting caught in his sword accessories.
"I just bought it from the auction..." Amel walked over to his broken urn.
"I'm sorry I didn't intentionally. A... I will change." said Dava.
"You know the price? This plan would be a gift for my husband when he came home." - Amel's mouth was furious, picking up a rare old urn. Painted the Hydragea flower, as an apology to Kenzo. An ancient Chinese jar that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.
"Will I change!! Mostly in the antique market there is!! It costs only 500,000!!" sorry, not feeling guilty.
"800,000 hasn't been his postage..." Amel let out a rough breath.
"Only 800,000, after getting paid from you I will replace it!!" Dava let out a rough breath.
"800,000 dollars (about 11 billion rupiahs). You are selling your body is also lacking!! The motif of the Hydragea flower found there was only one.." furious Amel really tried to suppress his frustration.
"Dollars?" Dava clenched his forehead, took off his mask.
The look on the woman's face in front of him changed pias. The two twins who were celebrating their birthdays, they were also stunned.
Including Scott who dropped the camera.
"In..he...papa?" Steven who sat beside Febria was stunned, with trembling hands.
"Why do you see me like that!? I'll try to replace it!" Dava said full of seriousness.
Amel's tears flowed, on her tiptoes, hugging Dava's body tightly. No need to replace it, it's a gift omens my apology to you.... Thank you for coming home...
The two children also cried, only to realize that everything was hugging the bodies of their parents.
Papa has come home.Maybe that is what is in their hearts in unbearable crying.
Seriate