Will Never Let You Go
Queen Drama

"If you are happy and you know it clap your hands."

Clap claps!

"If you are happy and you know it clap your hands."

Clap claps!

"If you're happy and you know it and you really want to show it. If you are happy and you know it clap your hand."

Clap claps!

"Yeeeeee ...!" The boy and the father both cheered with excitement.

"Again, Papi, again" Ashila said, asking her father to sing her a song again.

"Wake up and clean his body first. New Papi singing."

The girl who was still in the foam puddle shook her head. Ignoring his father and choosing to play with the fifty rubber ducks that accompanied him to take a bath.

At that time Darma also regretted not ignoring the words of his wife.

"No need to buy rubber ducks. I will not get out of the water!" nagging Ara two weeks ago.

And now, it has become a reality. It had been from thirty minutes ago Ashila had finished her bath, but the boy was reluctant to get up and rinse his body.

"Ashila, come on, get up. He said he'd go to The Park." Darma issued a seduction.

"Five minutes."

Darma's eyeballs widened. It was the answer every time his daughter invited him to play, but he was engrossed in his game. "Did Ashila know five minutes how long?"

"I don't know, but Papi likes to say that Shila's playing."

Well, right! Darma just took a deep breath, trying to be patient. The man looked towards the door. There's no sign of Ara coming. He really regretted offering to bathe his son and let his wife do me time. If only his daughter's nanny was not off, Darma had handed Ashila over, then he joined Ara who would have been soaking under the foam. Ah, just imagine she's happy.

"Yes, aampuuun!"

The call sounded like a helper to Darma. He turned to the source of the voice, Ara came with a fresh face and still damp hair. "Not to get up, Babe," he said.

"I told you not to buy rubber ducks. If you buy, yes, not this much. Shila, wake up, son."

"No way," answered his son with a headband. His hands were busy justifying the reverse duck position.

Ara glared towards her husband.

Darma grinned without guilt. "I take a shower first, yes," he stood up. The man kissed his wife twice before leaving.

"Shila, wake. I want to go eat pizza just like playing in the playground. Yuk, Honey!"

"Later ... Papi's bath."

"Shila, come, dong. Mami laper wants to eat. Eating mashed potato. Enaaakk." Ara gave a lip so that her son would be tempted.

"Maouuu ...."

"Yes, already. Wake." Ara smiled brightly. His son is indeed weak if it has been linked to food just like him.

Twenty minutes later, the mother and son were done. They came down the stairs and shortly after Darma followed.

Ashila's eyes sparkled staring at the food Bi Marni had just served. There is mashed potato as his mother said, scrambled eggs, and also sausage.

"Ashila want to be bribed by Papi or Mami?" ask Darma as usual. Want to know more about who his son is siding with.

"Mamiii .. Mommy's bribe."

Ara laughed, then turned a cynical smile towards her husband. "Where did you want to be, honey?" he asked with a happy look aimed at his daughter.

"Ashila, why don't you bribe Papi? Papi's sad, you know." Darma showed his sad face.

It's a complicated old man. This is like drama!

"Suapin Papi, yes, dear," said the father.

"Eat it yourself if so. Ashila's smart to eat alone." Ara indifferent.

"It's okay, dong, bribed. Yea? Ashila's Papi's princess."

Finally, after being confused, Ashila chose her father.

Darma smiled brightly. "What would Shila eat?"

"Sausage."

"okay!"

Darma got sausage for his daughter. While elegantly, Ara ate her own breakfast.

Minutes by minutes passed with a crisp laugh from Ashila. After spending two sausages and half a mashed potato, the girl in the home dress interrupted, "Papi, poop."

"Huh?"

"Poop. Want poop."

Darma gulped, then looked at his wife. "City ...."

Ara the fool. He looked down at Ashila. "Whose shila wants poop?"

"Fire."

Ara stumped a smile. "Sana, Mum. Ask for your help, tuh."

"Ra, don't do it, dong." Darma's face was pinched.

"What's how?" Ara started to get upset with her husband's subtle rejection.

"Bapi, come. Shila can't stand it." Ashila held onto her stomach which was starting to hurt.

"Pocket, Mas. You, you know, are told to keep the child poop aja time do not want. The spirit of nyuapin."

"Y-yeah, yes .. I would like if nemenin, but do not want if .... Ra, please, I haven't finished breakfast yet."

The woman's chest rose and fell as her hunting breath. His eyes also looked teary. "That's it, yeah, Mom. I, you know, pregnant Shila three months nauseous vomiting. Give birth to her pain for mercy until crying. But, you are only asked to nemenin as clean as your child poop just do not want. Shila, let's go with Mami." Ara was already willing to stand up, but Darma prevented her.

"Me, let me. You continue to breakfast."

"No need to."

"But, Shila wants to be like me. Shila wants to poop with Papi, right?"

"Yeah ... spit, Papi!"

"Yes. Yuk, Honey. Poop with Papi, yeah." Darma stood up, then carried Ashila to the toilet.

As soon as her husband and child were no longer visible, Ara immediately wiped away the watery corners of her eyes. Afterwards, a smile of satisfaction was engraved on his pink lips. Yes, that one was just acting and Ara succeeded. It's a queen drama!

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The early chapters were fun first huh.

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