"Young mama, why are you crying?" Riyu lay looking round eyes in front of him.
"Ahaha, Mama isn't crying. You haven't slept yet, Dhea?" Riyu immediately put on a cheerful face and wiped her tears. "May I ask you a question?"
"Hmm." She nodded.
"Why do you call me young Mama? Where did you get such an idea?" Ryu was curious.
Dhea seemed to think about remembering the answer, "Father said," answered Dhea with a childish innocent accent.
"Oh, so your dad?" Sam said bending his arms in front of his chest.
"Um." She nodded again. "Papa Sam Dhea is hungry"
"Let's go downstairs, invite young Mama to eat too"
"Hold on" She held out her hands. Dhea's gaze and cute face really melted Sam's heart.
"You have little feet to walk, don't you? Why carry them?!" starting to get angry.
"Sam!" Ryu glared. Again Dhea's lips began to curl down, her voice was soft and then she cried loudly.
