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Title: Mommy For A Widow.
Pen: Skyl
My second story, friends.
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The little boy was always tailing behind Gracel making the girl feel annoyed because the boy called her Mommy constantly.
"Mommy."
Gracel spread his legs to the ground and looked back. "How many times have I said, I'm not your Mommy!" gracel was upset.
"You're my Mommy!" The little boy followed firmly.
"Where is your father? How come he didn't find his son," he squatted.
"El, don't have a father" replied the boy.
"Huh?"
"El, Daddy doesn't have a father."
Gracel rolled his eyes puffed. "Just like bambang," he murmured.
I don't know what he's done so he's met by the boy in front of him.
"Who, your name?" ask Gracel.
"Xaviel call me El" he replied.
"OK, Xavie," said Gracel.
"El, Mommy!"
"Well Xavie how's dong?" ask Gracel mellow.
"You don't know, that's Mommy's nickname for El, huh Mommy?"
Once again Gracel rolled his eyeballs carelessly. He was concerned Xaviel feet up to the head, he was sure this child, the son of an elite person.
"Xavie, you know where the house is?" ask Gracel again.
"Look! But El's hungry so Mommy has to feed your son." Xavie jumps Gracel's gait.
"Anjir, I'm a mak in one day," inwardly. "God, I ask that widower spec song jong ki is not this rancid child" he continued.
They also walked to find a food stall, Gracel cradled behind Xaviel lightly.
"El, want to eat there Mommy..," he pointed to Cafe who made Gracel perfectly round, money to eat chicken lalapan aja sometimes think he.
"So, eat at the stall!"
"Son, the El wants to be there! Daddy always takes me to eat in places like that!" press Xaviel.
"That's your Daddy, if I don't have any money! If you want to eat there you go home, tell me your home address I'll take you home," said Gracel felt sore holding the child so he dropped it off from the sling.
Gracel bit his lower lip, honestly the child in front of him was very anxious so he could not bear to refuse his request.
"At Cafe can not owe anyway?" asked Gracel muttered.
"We eat there, no less delicious how can we not?"
"Nice."
"Daughter, I always eat there so good it makes no difference to this one." pointed Gracel to Cafe.
Finally Xaviel nodded. "Judah we eat there, Mommy," said Xaviel.
Gracel held the boy's hand into a small stall.
He put her in the chair.
"Wait here, I'll order you right," Gracel's reminder made Xaviel just nod.
After a while, Gracel returned to the place where he told Xaviel to sit.
"Mommy, what a small place? Will the food be good?" tanyakanya.
Gracel nodded, he was very upset that Mommy kept coming out of his mouth.
Because the boy was absent a day not to go to campus.
Gracel looked at the contents of his backpack and found twenty thousand.
"This is money to eat me later, but kasian also nih child if not eat," he said in his heart.
He only ordered tempeh and knew the rice so a total of fifteen thousand, more he would buy the sea for him as well later.
"Come, eat," Gracel pinta when the food has come.
"Here, what's Mommy?" ask Xaviel at the tempe and know who is on the plate.
"It's tempeh and know!" the answer. "This is very menggulang children of the rich, tempeh and know never seen," he continued in his heart.
Gracel glanced to the side where the boy had not eaten him yet.
"What's wrong?"
Xaviel turned to Gracel and shook his head. "El, don't know how to eat it" he replied.
Gracel sighed, he picked up a plate filled with tempeh and tofu along with the rice.
"Let's open your mouth!" xaviel only complies.
"Enak right?" gracel asked doubtfully.
Xaviel chewed up and nodded. "Boy, Mommy!"
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