"What? To be carried? You're already a big boy, it's impossible to carry him," Gerry grumbled again because the child didn't stop playing pranks on him.
"Anyway, I want to be carried, I don't want to walk. If you don't want to carry me, I will cry here," Evans threatened.
"Uh, don't. Okay, okay, come on up to my back. I'll carry you to Alfamart," said Gerry.
Finally, Gerry relented that he had to hear this child's cry, he'd better obey his wishes.
"Okay. Let's go," Evans laughed happily because he had not been carried like this by his father in a long time because Devan was always busy with his work and it seemed that it was forbidden for Devan to carry Evans because he had to always look authoritative, especially in front of his employees.
"Let's go," said Gerry.
"I'm ready, uncle." Evans immediately climbed onto Gerry's back and wrapped his arms around Gerry's neck. He was utterly overjoyed, a gleam of happiness on his face.
