Little Daddy's
Chapter 17's

Chapter 17's

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"Juliet! I actually loved you the first time we met. The beautiful charm of your face is able to distract my world. I never stopped imagining your pretty face." Zain uttered Romeo's love statement dialogue to Juliet with passion.

Although only in the dialogue of the drama that he is playing, but it seems - Zain is revealing his true heart to Zahwa.

Zahwa was a little nervous. Why is that look like a man's gaze on his lover.

Zahwa is blank. Forgetting the dialogue that he was about to say.

Though Zain's facial exercise time is not this serious. Is this because of the effect last night?

Until finally his consciousness began to be attracted back thanks to whispers from Zain.

"Hey! Your dialogue." Zain.

Zahwa becomes his own glitch.

"I... I love you, too, Romeo." Zahwa looked at Zain's face. "But what about our family? They won't agree." Zahwa continued the dialogue.

"We'll keep it a secret, Juliet."

"All right."

Scene after scene changed. Now comes the scene where Romeo and Juliet drink poison.

"For happiness. I will always be waiting for you. I want to be your eternal love Romeo. Pick me up and we'll get married." Then Zahwa opened a small bottle. And do a scene of drinking something from that bottle.

The scene keeps changing. Now is the time for Zain to speak his dialogue.

"Juliet! Wake up from your sleep. I've brought you flowers of love." Zain stroked Zahwa's closed cheek.

As for Zahwa, now his heart rippled. There was a tickling feeling in him.

Then again the dialogue that Zain spoke.

"If it's like this. I'll drink this poison to come pick you up there, Juliet. I will bring this white love. There's no point in me living without you." Zain took the bottle that Zahwa had brought.

Just like Zahwa did. Zain did a scene like drinking something from that bottle.

Then Zain began to lie down and closed his eyes.

Zahwa awoke from her beautiful fall. Look at Zain and hold Zain's body.

"Romeo, sweetheart. Why did you leave me? I can't live without you. I'll catch up with you." Zahwa grabbed the bottle again, and did the same scene as before.

Zahwa started lying next to Zain. The curtain closed, and the musical was finished.

The applause sounded boisterous from the spectators. It was time for the cast to give away their celebrities.

The actors walked towards the back of the stage.

"Happy children. Your drama is going successfully. I'll give you satisfactory grades." Bu Yuni.

"Yahuwu..." Cheering of children.

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After replacing the costume with regular clothes, Zain went straight to where Sora and his mother were.

It turned out that two other people of that generation were waiting for him.

"Hay baby!" Zain crouched down in front of the bench that Sora occupied.

"Daddy..." Shouted Sora happily. And it managed to provoke attention from people not far from them.

"Sstttt... Remember. Don't call it daddy outside the house." Whisper Zain to his son.

"Uppsss... Soli." Sora grin. "Uncle kelen." Sora gave her two little thumbs up.

"Thanks dear." Zain kissed the chubby cheek.

"Why not go with me?" Now the question turns to Ayumi.

"Papa had an impromptu meeting earlier, called his assistant." Answer Ayumi. Zain nodded.

"Yuk. Let's go get some food. It's also a crotch." Take Zain to Sora and Ayumi.

"Sola wants a chicken goleng cliuk, Uncle." Pinta Sora's.

"OK."

The three walked out of the hall to head to where they would eat. Sora's favorite dining spot to be more precise.

In front of the hall, Zain meets Zahwa.

Ah... Apparently this boy still recognized him.

"Hey." Zahwa greeted back. "Gee... See uncel perform huh?"

Sora nodded quickly.

There was a small conversation between Sora and Zahwa.

Ayumi who had been listening, now began to realize something.

"Why is this face so familiar?" Inner Ayumi who was watching carefully Zahwa's face.

He kept digging into his memory. Looking for a figure who has a face like Zahwa.

Nil. As if those memories had all faded, Ayumi still did not get an answer.

"Udah yok." Take Zain. He didn't want to be around this girl any longer. Really am. His heart will not be safe.

"Your friends were invited by Zain? Sora also seems to be close to Sora."

"Ah. No need for Aunty. This is going to work immediately." Push down Zahwa gently.

"Bent aja. Come on!" Force Ayumi.

Zahwa looked at Zain, as if asking for his boss's approval. Zahwa doesn't feel good on his own. Moreover, the shadow of the night was still clearly attached to his mind.

Unexpectedly, Zain nodded in agreement. And passed first with Sora. Then followed by Ayumi and Zahwa.

"You're Zain's classmate?" Tanya Ayumi based - stale.

"No, Tan. We're different classes and majors." Resist Zahwa.

"Do you know Sora?" Ayumi began to interrogate.

"Zain once brought Sora kekafe where I work. And my place of work is Zain, Aunt." Answer Zahwa.

"Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Pantes. You see Sora emang rarely go out and socialize with those who are not family members."

The four men have now arrived at the park.

"Are you with Auntie or Zain?" Ask Ayumi to Zahwa.

Zahwa who was asked became confused himself.

"Zahwa with Zain, Ma." Zain's Disconnect.

Ayumi saw her son. Seeing it meaningfully. And nodded quickly while smacking a smile.

Seeing the reaction of the mother, Zain raised his eyebrows. She was afraid that her mother would plan something.

"Sola wants the same de, uh... Uncel too." Rengek Sora looked at his daddy.

"Sora is just as grandma huh? Let uncle be beautiful sister." Persuade Ayumi.

"No. Sola wants to be the same uncle." Sora Kept.

"Sora is the same grandma? Uncle take the bike." Show Zain on his bike. " Later Sora clamp. Not gonna be big later." Zain scare - nakuti Sora.

It's fine. The important thing is he can screw Zahwa, he thought.

"iii... Sola doesn't want to be too small. Sola wants to spend big."

"Yeah the same grandma." Take Ayumi. Without waiting for long, Sora was already in the car with Ayumi.

Now Zain and Zahwa are in the parking lot.

"Good." Zain's orders are already on his bike.

By force, Zahwa climbed up and sat himself in the backseat.

"Rarely holding on?" Zain.

Zahwa hesitantly put his hand on Zain's shoulder. A shoulder, not a waist.

Zahwa didn't want to hug that waist. He did not want the pounding on his heart to be felt by Zain.

Zain glimpsed his shoulders. He took a breath. Why is Zahwa holding his shoulder? Why not hug her waist? Zain was a little disappointed....

From two different places. There were two girls clenching their hands together, seeing the closeness between Zain and Zahwa.

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