Will Never Let You Go
Ashila Wants Baby's

Three years later .....

"Malaysia ... Ashilaandmu ...."

The shout echoed in one of the two-story houses located in the elite area.

"Malaysia ... Ashila, where, huh?" Back the cry of a father calling his daughter sounded loud. Darma. Pretending not to know if the only princess who is soon even four years old is hiding behind curtains.

Satisfied with playing around, the man suddenly opened the curtains of his daughter's hiding place. "Hayoo ... caught!"

"Aaaaaa ...." Ashila immediately screeched when her father found her and now holds her and kisses her armpits. "Papi gelii .. already, already."

Darma only stopped his snoring when his son was almost crying. "No tape?"

"Haus. Drink, Papi."

"Okay, wait here, yeah." Darma sat his daughter on the sofa in front of the TV, before going to the kitchen to get a drink.

There was his wife who was cooking accompanied by Bi Marni.

"Search for what, Mas?" tanya Ara saw her husband flustered in front of the cabinet.

"Shila's drinking bottle."

"Oh, I haven't taken the sterilizer yet."

Darma nodded, but before he went to the device his wife meant, he approached her first. "What cooking, anyway? It smells good."

"I made dimsum. The recipe that Keyla gave me. It's hard to keep it going for long."

"Enak immediately ate, yes," said Darma accompanied by oddity.

Ara looked, then smiled. "Yes, hahaha ...."

"When to buy if you want. Don't make. You'll be tired."

"Cape, but seneng," said Ara who began to insert his marrow to steam.

"Hmm .. yes. You are also sexy when you cook. Her hair was tied high by gini." Darma closed her body. Landing a brief kiss on the nape and cheek of Ara.

"Mas, don't gini, uh, there's Bi Marni." Ara nudged her husband's body.

"Belvin. Kiss your own wife when you can't, Bi." Darma is looking for justification.

Bi Marni smiled at a glance. "Yes, can, dong. That's his name, baby."

"That's it, isn't it?"

Ara clucked in annoyance. "Yes, but not here. Not cooking too."

"Ooo ... Where do you want to go? In room?" Darma is more than happy to flirt.

Ara's face was blushing. It looks like the crab they ate last night. "There! Go, no?! I want to take the chicken I roasted. Mas Darma's here 'cause you're gonna get a bottle to drink."

"Papiiiiii .. where is the drink?"

"God, called the same little boss!" Ara immediately stepped away from her husband, checking that the chicken should have been ripe five minutes ago. While Darma with his lips manyun take a bottle of drink, fill it with water, then get out of the kitchen.

"Old fire! Shila's gonna want to see TV." His son immediately protested when Darma arrived there.

Darma exhaled a tired breath. Ashila's face may be similar to her, but her nature is Ara once. Spoiled, easy to swallow, and impatient. "Yeah. Here, drink it," he said, then turn on the TV.

For twenty minutes, Ashila silently watched the cartoon Sofia the First. During that time, Darma was busy with her phone. The attention of the father and son was distracted once the woman who was the center of their lives came and told them to have lunch.

"Honey, eat, yuk!" call Ara to her husband and son.

"Eat here" pinta Ashila.

"No. If you eat, yes, you should be at the dinner table. I'll watch TV again."

"Ashila has to recede, yes, same Mami. The movie is long, that's it. Promise, deh, the day can watch as much."

"Shila's mouth-watering, but she's been eating pelgi to the park." Yes, besides its Ara-like nature. His herring among the many toys Ashila was at least bored to go to the park where there was a swing.

Darma tries to please her daughter by buying her a swing that is now placed in the backyard, but is idle. Aye! His son doesn't want to swing at home. Anyway, he wants that in the park.

"It's raining, honey. Tuh, look still drizzling. A cold later." Ara pointed to the water droplets that were still at home wetting the soil since it was still morning.

"But, Papi said that he had come home to take Shila with him. Miss Beautiful said her name was a lie." Ashila showed her upset look.

Darma scratched his head, dizzy. He did promise to go to the park after his return from Surabaya, but who knows if the rain fell very durable today.

"Tomorrow instead we eat pizza the same as ice cream. Okay well? Now Shila eat first and then watch again or .. want to play with Papi?" bargain Darma with a bright face, although in his heart he hopes his son prefers to take a nap.

"Shila won't watch. Shila also doesn't want to play with Papi. Shila's bosen."

"Keep Shila for what?" ask the mother.

"Shila wants a baby."

Darma and Ara are throwing eyes at each other with widened eyes.

"B-infant?" darma asked still stunned.

"The baby I think Kalan has."

Kalan or Kalandra is the son of Aldo and Imelda. Last week they visited there because Imelda had just given birth to a second child who was again male.

"Why? Why would Shila want a baby?" This time, Ara asked.

"Om Aldo said that later the baby will be transparent can be playful at home. If Shila has it, it will not be bosen. Shila wants a baby, Mami."

Ara only commented a thin smile. Already many people ask her will add a baby, not least her family and her husband's family. And then Ara will answer, "Let's go first."

However, what if it is no longer a question, but a desire of the fruit of his love with Darma?

"Later Papi Cariin baby for Shila." Stupidest statement by a Darmasena.

"Om Aldo said the baby was in Aunt Imelda's big pelut later kelual baby. So, Mami's soft pellet is big first. But, why aren't Mami's pelut big?"

"Because Mami is diligent in sports" replied the father.

"If so Mami does not need to exercise her pellet will be transparent there will be a baby."

Darma gave a faint smile. "Yes. Now the most important thing is Shila eat first. Here's Papi's fat."

Ashila approached, then climbed into her father's arms. "But, it's gonna be smooth there's a baby, you know, yeah."

"Yes. Later Papi cariin."

"Not a cali, but a mami's dali!"

"Yes, Honey. Aye." Yeah." Darma carved a smile. Before stepping foot, he turned to his wife who was still staring at the spot. Darma extended her free right hand, asking Ara to hold it. A nod of the head he also gave. Darma knows that his wife is fretting at his son's very unexpected request. But what can he himself?

"No need to think too much. Shila will forget too" whispered Darma before they finally arrived at the dinner table.

Ara nodded slowly, though her heart was unsure.

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