Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
HER, MY WIFE!- 15. Little Sister

Zidan opened the door to Ahkam's room, smiling as he saw Ahkam sleeping while hugging his picture book. Zidan sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing Ahkam's head.

"You're so great, son. At a very small age you have passed many tests of life, not everyone can be like you, not everyone can also be as strong as you, Whiz Papa!"

Zidan tries to take the picture book that Ahkam hugs, intending to put it on the table.

"Don't take this, it's Ahkam's!" muttering the boy, he further tightened his embrace.

"Papa don't take it, son. Papa put it on the table, huh?" zidan said, trying to take it one more time. This time it worked. Zidan placed it on the study table, glancing towards Ahkam once again.

Ahkam doesn't usually take a nap, he hasn't even had lunch. Maybe this is the effect of feeling sad because it is haunted by the trauma of losing someone?!

Zidan kissed Ahkam on the forehead before exiting the room. His intention was to talk and convince Ahkam, if Mama and Little Sister would not leave them.

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Half hour three noon. Ahkam woke up, he was looking for his beloved picture book, under the pillows and blankets, the boy almost cried because he did not find it around the mattress.

"You're here it turns out!" He snatched the picture book that Zidan had placed on the study table. This is the first picture book that Manda bought, Ahkam really likes and sings it.

"A hungry one?" ask Bik Jah, when he saw Ahkam in the kitchen. Bik Jah hurriedly prepared lunch for Ahkam, while the boy was busy standing in front of the refrigerator, looking for fruits commonly available to his mother.

"Amom?" Zidan approached Ahkam who was still staring in front of the refrigerator. "What are you looking for?"

"Where is the fruit for Mama, Pa?" The boy turned his body to face Zidan, looking up to look at Papa's face .

"Udah finished, Ahkam was asleep, so Papa who bribed Mama!"

Ahkam pouty. That's his job! It's not Papa's job!

"Yes, we will go to the fruit shop, Ahkam, the choice of fruit, will you?" Zidan crouched down, carrying Ahkam in his carrier, the boy clung, wrapped his arms around Zidan's neck.

"Papa's champ has eaten?"

"Yet, Pa."

Zidan nodded as Bik Jah told him that lunch for Ahkam was ready. "Do you want a bribe?"

There was no response from Ahkam. But Zidan kept pulling the dining chair, he sat down with Ahkam still clinging to his lap.

"Amom?"

Ahkam's black bead is facing Zidan.

"Dear Mama?"

Ahkam.

"Have you Papa?"

"Yes, Ahkam dear Mama and Papa!"

"Dear little, right?"

Ahkam hush. He turned his head back on Zidan's chest. "Little Adek did not take Mama from Ahkam, did Pa?"

Zidan shook his head slowly, his hands stroking Ahkam's head and back.

"The little brat was taken from Allah, just like Ahkam!" said Zidan.

"Means Little Adek will not go again right?"

Zidan smiled, "Kalo Ahkam dear to Little Adek, continue to doain Mama and Little Adek, surely Little Adek will not go!"

"Yes, Ahkam darling just like Little Adek! Later finish the prayer Ahkam pray for Little Adek!"

"That's dong, this is the new Whiz Papa!" Zidan rubbed Ahkam's head, then kissed her cheek. "Now eat first so that the big chips, later can carry Little Adek and take him for a walk!"

"Can I play with my bike too?"

"May, but if the Adek is as big as Ahkam!"

"So Ahkam is this big?" Ahkam raised his right hand high, estimating the magnitude when inviting Little Adek to play a bicycle later.

"Emmm, yes. Now open his mouth!"

Ahkam voraciously chewed the rice and side dishes that Zidan had bribed. Children like Ahkam need affection, need understanding, and need more attention.

"Mama?" Ahkam walked over to Manda. Carry a bowl of fruit salad. Zidan and Ahkam had just returned from fruit figures, and they also bought fruit salad there.

"Well, Ahkam bring you Mama what?" Manda shifted, giving room for Ahkam to sit down.

"Did you say Mama likes this?" Ahkam showed me the fruit salad in her hand.

Ahkam gladly fed Manda, spoon by spoon, until one bowl of fruit salad.

"Can you hold it, Ma?" tanya Ahkam pointed at Manda's stomach.

"Here, greet the Little Adek!"

Ahkam moved his hand, rubbing Manda's stomach. Then the boy brought his face closer, kissed the mother's stomach. "Little Adek don't be naughty right there!"

Ahkam kissed Manda's stomach many times, making Manda anxious herself. Ahkam also told Cila, if now he already has a Little Sister in the stomach of Mama.

"When can you play with Little Brother later?" ask Cila.

"Can!"

"Later Cila will pass all of Cila's toys to Little Sister, so that they can play together!" Cila also looks so enthusiastic when discussing about Little Sister Ahkam.

The two boys mentioned so many activities that they will do later when Little Sister has come out of the stomach of Mama. Even Ahkam said he would take his Little Brother for a walk to the beach and play sand together.

For the time being, Manda has not asked for anything to buy Zidan, yet shows no signs of food cravings such as pregnant women. At most he just asked to be hugged.

"Diem was here!" Manda held Zidan's hand down from the bed, kissed and inhaled Zidan's scent deeply.

"Oh my God, honey. Brother hasn't taken a bath, cut the baby out for a kiss dried brother!"

"It's okay, the baby guy likes it too, doesn't he, son?" Manda rubbed his stomach, this is already entering the 11th week. The plan is next month they will be going to Singapore, spending the year-end holidays there.

Mama Melinda to cry when told about Manda's pregnancy.

"Papa take a shower, baby." Zidan stuck his lips in front of Manda's stomach, now that Zidan's hair was targeted by Manda, Manda inhaled the scent of Zidan's hair while ruffling it.

Zidan was grateful in his heart, lucky that he had just finished the shampoo this morning, so the baby did not have to smell the musty hair!

"Bag a shower, baby!" Zidan is uncomfortable himself, not dislike Manda continues to stick and hug him, but the problem is that Zidan's body is sticky from sweat, even Zidan himself is not comfortable!

"Yes, I took a shower, but the shirt is here!"

Huh huh? Zidan took off the white shirt he was wearing, handed it to Manda. Manda even kissed that shirt!

Knock a dirty shirt, my dear!!

Zidan shakes himself. Manda may not feel uncomfortable!

"Hiks, yeah, that's the shirt for you, baby. Take a shower first!" Zidan ran to the bathroom. I don't understand Manda's behavior this time. The man tried to kiss his armpit, not bad, but still Zidan felt uncomfortable.

After bathing, Zidan sprayed perfume all over his body. I forgot to wear deodorant. Confidently he approached Manda, but Manda refused.

"She smells like trash cans!" Manda put Zidan's old shirt on his nose, he prefers this scent! The smell of Zidan's now rotten body, was like a garbage can!

"Astaghfirullah, Ahkam, help Papa, son!" Zidan shook his head slowly, he was indeed the least able to argue with Manda. Giving up is the only way.

"Ahkam, kiss Papa, honey!"

Zidan is looking for an escape, Ahkam's smell is still normal right?

Muachhh. Ahkam kissed both of Zidan's cheeks, then hugged tightly.

"Why doesn't it smell like a garbage can, right?"

"No, Pa!" Ahkam smelled his Papa's body, there was no smell of the garbage can! Her papa's perfume is smelling hard.

Ahkam turned his eyes to Mama who had just come down from the stairs. "Why else, Pa?"

Zidan turned his head and patted his eel when he saw Manda wearing her work shirt. More accurately called the smell of the trash!

"Mama was left alone with Papa!" Adu Manda to His Son.

"Well, do you want to get hit, Ma?"

Zidan glared, it could be that Ahkam intends to hit him! Yes, even if it's a joke!

"Don't, she's Mama's favorite!"

Manda smiled, but still did not want to get close to Zidan, the scent of Zidan perfume is still like the smell of the trash can!

Zidan was confused, he had to cry or be happy now!

The Scents of Trash?!

Zidan marked the perfume bottle, getting rid of the glass cabinet, Zidan Kapok, he will never wear that perfume again!