Buried Love's
Part 2

“Daddy ...” Bellinda's son immediately scattered and hugged the figure of a tall man in front of him.

“Uncle Steven, Colvert. She's not your daddy,” refutes Bellinda while shaking her head.

It has been told many times and understanding that the man who often comes to meet them is not Daddy from Colvert. But, still, the boy did not want to change the call. Bellinda's not feeling good about Steven.

“Sorry, Stev,” said Bellinda.

“It’s ok. No problem, I'm glad that Colvert thinks of me as his daddy.” Steven slightly bent down to bring the five-year-old into his arms.

Colvert stuck out his tongue at Mommy because he felt defended. “Daddy not angry. Importantly, now I have parents.” Circling her hands to the sturdy neck of someone she knew at the age of four, and immediately considered a daddy because she felt the need for a complete family figure.

Bellinda could only breathe. His son often asked about Daddy. But, he always answered that he was working far away and could not go home. There is always a reason to be given, until you feel guilty. However, Arsen, her ex-husband was never told about the whereabouts of their baby growing up after the divorce.

Bellinda doesn't want to be selfish. But, she deliberately kept it a secret because it remembered how her ex-husband who was not in love, ketus, cynical. Afraid that Arsen actually asked to be aborted due to dislike. So, it's better to be raised alone. After all, the boy, Colvert, always made her feel always close to Arsen, the man she once loved.

Bellinda sighed and smiled. Never mind, as long as his son is happy, then he let it go. After all, Steven also seemed to love Colvert. “Come we leave.” He held out both hands to take over the child.

But, Steven felt that the circle of the boy's hand in the sling was getting tighter. A sign that you are not going down. “Let me take you. After all, you also drove him by public transportation, consider it a little bit economical for today.”

Yeah, Bellinda can't drive her own car out of fear. Maybe it's true what her ex-husband said she couldn't do anything. It is worth divorce.

“You don't work?” ask Bellinda.

“Iya, freelancer architect.” Bellinda closed the door and locked it.

They walk side by side. Steven's left hand was holding Colvert, while the right was about to embrace Bellinda. However, the woman seemed to deliberately walk faster so that there was nothing she could achieve.

It's been a year since Steven tried to get close to Bellinda. He knew the woman was a widow with one child. But, a sweet face that looks charming always makes him captivated and eager to have. It feels like being challenged if you can get a figure who always limits himself with him.

“Your car park in basement or front?” bellinda asked as she entered the elevator before pressing the floor button.

“Basement, don't you know? Now I've moved in the unit next to you.” Steven was grinning as he got a shocked look from Bellinda.

“Yeay .. so, we can every day play together, Daddy.” But another with a happy Colvert.

Bellinda looked back ahead. As the elevator stops on the destination floor, it goes ahead before being embraced by Steven. However, being a little rushed, so he tripped his own legs.

Steven swiftly grabbed Bellinda's hand to grasp. “Cautious.” And he was so much tighter that he would not be let go.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to them, there was a car in the basement that was monitoring from a distance. Seeing how Bellinda walked was held together by a man and a small child in a sling.

“Fucking arts! Sick, stupid! You gripped my thigh too hard!”