Buried Love's
The Part 26
“Mommy ...,” whine Colvert.
Hearing the sound made Arsen automatically stop the eyes that had been staring at Bellinda's sleep so calm. He quickly stood up and approached the patient's bed before his son cried and woke up his exhausted ex-wife.
“You need something, boy?” arsen asked as he rubbed the top of his son's head, gently.
Arsen just knew it felt closer to his own child, it turned out amazing, there was a blast in the chest that felt rustling. He has never lowered his self-esteem or ego to anyone. But I don't know why this time was different. The man wants to make peace with all, with his circumstances and past. Perhaps one of the reasons six years remained alone was that his mind always contained resentment towards the ex-wife he had once married because of an arranged marriage. So, make him lazy if complicated by things smelling women.
However, the reality is now that Arsen makes the way of life more complicated. He needs to struggle to be recognized by his own child, while it could be making another child with another woman out there. But not interested in that way. He wants Colvert, and ... Bellinda's?
The woman was shining brightly in her eyes. Once he realized how good the figure was that did not in the slightest obstruct or forget his identity in their child. His heart was touched when he found out that his name was embedded in the identity of Colvert. Also, the judgment of Bellinda who never looked at him badly, even though she judged the treatment so far as a shameless bastardn. But, his ex-wife's reply was very good, breastfed, and never saw any ill radiance or hate.
“Mommy where?” ask Colvert with teary eyes as it evaporates after waking up.
“Mommymu is sleeping, she's tired. Now with Daddy first, huh?” persuade Arsen, his fingers gradually rubbed the cheeks of the little one.
Colvert thumping lips. “Have a wish with Mommy, I was lazy to argue with you,” the protest.
Arsen's hands curled behind Colvert's neck, slightly upholding the child's seat and bringing the glass closer to the boy's lips until the liquid began to be gulped in half.
Arsen turned back to his son, put the glass to the table again, and approached Colvert. Sitting next to the boy, rubbing his dizzy hair. It turned out to be as comfortable as it was giving attention to his flesh blood.
Regrets began to fill the heart. Had he not divorced Bellinda, it would have followed the child's growth and development. If .... if .. if, in fact, all has happened and cannot be repeated.
“Capable, my son. If your feet hurt, then no one will kick my apartment door again,” I guess Arsen ended by ruffling Colvert's hair with anxiety.
“Aren't you glad no one bothers you?” cycad Colvert. Still the boy spoke in a snobbed tone.
Arsen began to respond with stable emotions. She shook her head. “Sepi it feels if there is no you. These three days are empty, I wait for the sound of your foot kick at the door. Also miss our debate which turned out to be very adorable.”
Arsen chuckled, strange as well because he liked when the arrogant met the arrogant side in the junior version. Feeling that this is how they become closer to the point that something is missing when not doing the habit.
Arsen took off his shoes, then lay down next to Colvert. The bed of the VIP room patient is enough if it is slept by two people. “Daddy hugs, can?” permission with teary eyes. Look at the little guy who keeps seeing it flat.