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Less what?
Chilla smeared her grilled sausage with butter. Then ask the father to grill it.
He continued to smile on the sidelines of his activities. Because the mood is really good right now.
But you know what Alva did? Can anyone guess?
Look, the man just keeps sticking to his wife's back. From now on he just follows wherever Chilla goes.
Walk here and there. Alva really does not want to be separated from his wife.
Mona could not comment. He could only sigh deeply and shake his head. It felt tired, tired, lethargic to tell his only son that wayang.
As long as Chilla doesn't mind, you let it go. The girl did not complain, and laughed.
"Darling not to get too excited. If you're tired, sit down and wait for your sausage to mature." Sarah warned the child.
He could see how excited Chilla was tonight, it was evident from the sweat that had already flooded the girl's temple.
Since then, Chilla has been very active. It has been commemorated several times by Alva, but still. The girl did not shut up.
"Yes, Ma." Reply Chilla obediently. Sit on the carpet that is available. Alva automatically follows his wife's movements.
Quickly, Alva picked up the tissue on the table, then slowly wiped away the sweat soaking down Chilla's face.
On the other end, with lips of manyun, the two fathers were flipping flesh, and the other.
Because from then on the acute bucin did not help anything.
Totally useless. Muttered Jonathan and Pram compact.
After waiting for a while, finally all the baked goods were ripe. Chilla clapped her hands merrily, as the father presented her with a special on the table.
"Eat, Son. From earlier it seems like Papa's grandson can't wait for this sausage to mature. Remember, it's Opah's, not your Daddy's." Sindir Pram to the son-in-law, who is still probing behind Chilla's back.
Hearing that, Alva looked up, poking out from Chilla's shoulder. "Tap me who made him have Papa-in-law." Alva.
Jonathan put the corn on the tray violently.
"Yes you made it, but you don't want responsibility." Jonathan, who was upset, sneered.
"No responsibility what does Pa? Ever since she was in Chilla's stomach, I've spoiled her, even if I don't sleep, to visit her every night, what less responsibility am I?" Refute Alva.
The rebuttal that made everyone's mouth gap. While Chilla just smiled shyly with her blushing cheeks.
Ah, being caught would be.
"It's not a lack of responsibility, there you are not sane." Cetus Mona's. And immediately got a snub from Sarah.
"Darling..." Alva, who felt disgruntled from being kept in a corner, started whining to Chilla, asking for a defense.
"Dear, Mama Papa already yes, I'm okay anyway, I'm happy whatever you do. Everything I like." Chilla rubbed Alva's faithful arm coiled around her stomach.
Making the man smile proudly, and staring at his mother and father. Like showing that everything he did was not wrong. The proof is that Chilla likes it too.
The four middle-aged men poked their faces, blowing off the carbon dioxide that was squeezing the chest.
"Looks like your son needs to be in ruqyah." Pram Whisper.
And was immediately answered by Jonathan. He also confirmed his iron speech. "Yes, Pram."
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