Every Friday, I send the Moses to my mom's house. So we leave really early in the morning, at 6:30 am. Which means that Zane doesn't get to see the Moses till that evening.
This morning, as I was getting ready, Zane lay down next to the Moses, just staring at the little chickadee's sleeping face.
"Can I wake him up?" he asked hopefully.
"Better not, Sayang...he woke up at 4 am this morning to play and he just only got back to sleep...," I said a little carelessly.
Then as I was brushing my teeth, mulling over my response to him, I felt a little guilty. How could I not let the father play with his son for a little while?
I popped out of our bathroom and said, "Okaylah, you can wake him up, but you jaga dia while I get ready okay..."
Zane was like a little boy all over again. Gleeful at the prospect of playing with his son.
While I was in the bathroom, I heard him gently wake the Moses up, "Musa...hello Musa...good morning Musa..."
It never fails to amaze me how much Zane is besotted with the Moses. A happy smile always beats in my heart when I think of the bond between father and son.
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