CHAPTER 7

Regan and Adnan were already lying together on his bed. They both sighed at each other as they waited for someone to tell a bedtime story. The man also joined his son, lying down and ready to listen to Fisya's fairy tales. But, it's been fifteen minutes and the woman still hasn't come.

"Dad, Mom, why is it taking so long?" Adnan asked by glancing at Regan beside him who was curled up on the bed as well.

"Maybe he's wearing a diaper," he joked.

"It is not fun!"

“Why do you want a mother like her, huh? In fact, there are many other beautiful women who are much better than her at being a mother," she joked without thinking about Adnan's feelings.

"Why do you talk like that? She is my mom, there's no reason for me to look for another woman."

Regan scratched the back of his neck and didn't itch. There is nothing wrong with Adnan's words. In fact, it is absolutely true. But the thing is, Adnan and Fisya have nothing to do at all, but, of course, he can't tell the truth right now. So th