26 A Storm Provoking Wefie Part 1 (1/2)

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Arash was looking for his smartphone while he spoon-fed his little one with some porridge. She was cooing happily while spraying some of the porridge to her papa's face. That's what happens when one blew raspberries in tandem with eating mushy things.

Arash just chuckled it over while wiping his face with a tissue. At least she ate half of it. He was already satisfied with that. These few days, the little onehad not eaten properly.

[I haven't charged my phone since yesterday. Last night the battery was already low.] His absentmindedness was quite severe especially on little things such as these.

Last year, he had already hurt Hana's feelings by making a blunder for not wishing her on their ten-th year anniversary. After numbers of years being married, he still didn't understand how a woman's mind worked. As they had discussed where to celebrate the day before, he thought it was clear as day that he had remembered and only waiting to bring her to a nice restaurant that night.

However, Hana was crying by evening, and they nearly cancelled their date night just because of an unspoken greeting. A long and passionate kiss (with a diamond-studded golden bracelet) had remedied the situation at the end of the day.

Even after so many years, Arash was still amazed by his wife's sensitivity. He was going to give the bracelet as a surprise after the date night concluded. It was a very rare moment for them to be together as they shamelessly asked Hana's sibling who lived two-hours away from their house to take care of their children for five hours.

So, when it came to little things, Arash had always took for granted and asked Hana where 'this is' or where 'that is'. Hana will always have an answer for that.

He habitually turned to ask his elder daughter this time. ”Sweetie, did you see papa's phone?”

While spooning the porridge and scrunching her brows together, the cheeky little girl made a contemplating look. ”Forget again? You put on the coffee table in the living room. Isk, isk, so forgetful one.” Clicking her tongue, she made a sagely gesture and sighed.

Arash blinked. [This girl, she really knows how to act like the elder.] He decided not to be petty and pretended not to notice the little girl's sighing.

He stopped feeding the little one and went over to the living room.

[Ah, it's already empty!] He shook his head bitterly. He had not read Hana's messages properly, only seeing the picture at a glance before. He was planning to reply to Hana once he had settled the kids and let them watch some TV.

He immediately charged his phone. [Well, it only needed one to two hours anyway. I'll find something to do first after this.]

When he entered the kitchen again, he had seen the little one dropped all the porridge on the floor after smearing some on her own face. There were bits of carrots on her hair and her nose while the newly changed pink frilly shirt had turned to white with speckled of orange hue.

His eldest was crying while her hair was being yanked by her baby sister's porridgey hands.

He could already infer what happen. The big sister wanted to help with feeding her baby sister when their papa was gone. However, her benevolence had backfired. The naughty little one must've yanked the porridge bowl and threw it to the floor before playing with her sister's hair.

He was very proud of his eldest for not retaliating.

Heaving a heavy sigh, he said, ”Stop it now! Let's take a bath again!” He made an imposing look to both of his kids.

He wondered how Hana did this every single day.

He now understood why his wife's mood was so stormy when he came back from work every day. [I miss you dear wife, I must double up so that you can come home sooner.] He shed tragic tears internally while maintaining a strict facade outwardly in front of their kids.

Now he knew he didn't have to worry. There's plenty of things to do to fill out the two-hour charging time.

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It wasaround noon when Arash finally had the time to switch on his smartphone to read his wife's messages. The hired helper was doing her job cleaning up the four-day old mess created by them dutifully.

He can only sigh when he recalled what had happened a few hours ago. After the kids bathed again, he had dressed them with new sets of clothes. Then he let them watch some suitable kiddie TV programs.

However, both of them fought over the remote because the elder one wanted to change the channel, while the little one just wanted to nibble on it. They had messed up the cramped living room and finally broke the TV remote.

While he tried to repair the remote, the kids went for the colorful permanent markers they found from who-knows-where and scribbled on the white colored matte terracotta flooring.

As Arash haphazardly stopped them and gave them a set of crayons and drawing blocks before continuing, he saw the little one nibbled on the crayons. When he stopped her, the crayon had already been quarter-eaten.

Thank goodness he managed to forcefully fish out the residues from her mouth.

The little one was actually hungry again.

So Arash cut some watermelon cubes for both of them after he successfully repaired the TV remote. He threw in some milk cookies and a bowl of chopped dried fruit yogurt to stealthily filled them up. This time he spooned the yogurt to both of them intermittently. He knew Hana would be angry if she knew how cincai he did for their kids' supposedly 'lunch'. He had no choice; the helper was still in the middle of cleaning. They would mess things up again.

After finish eating, Arash helped to wash their hands and let them continue to watch the TV programs harmoniously for a short while until they fall asleep hugging each other.

Arash carried them one by one and let them continue their afternoon nap in the bedroom. In his heart, he really hoped they will sleep a bit longer. He was extremely exhausted. He wondered how Hana did this every single day.

The bitter but also sweet memories were broken by the nonstop vibrations that were generated on his palm as notifications after notifications entered.

Arash sweated. What could possibly happen in the span of four hours of disconnectivity?

Arash quickly swiped opened the call history to check. There were tens of miscalls from Hana's family. Seeing the miscalls, he knew something must've gone wrong.