Don't Take My Son...!!!
Chapter - 17 Mama, Who's Om?

In Dara's excitement between allowing Deris into the house or expelling him because he did not want to talk about the brother and brother, suddenly the voice of the little girl behind him called 'Mama'.

"Mama, Abel's thirsty... Abel search - look inside Mama's house is not there." The little girl rubbed her pair of eyes then occasionally yawned.

Dara turned to run and then held Abel despite the weight but for Dara who is good at fighting Abel's body is very light.

"Sorry, Mama has a guest," Dara turned her body from the doorway and looked at Deris, about 5 meters from the gate. "Der.. in."

Not waiting for long Deris felt saved by the little girl, he ran small with lightning fast was already near Dara.

Dara did not talk just walk in still holding Abel in her sling, she sat Abel on the dining table minimalist then toward the dispenser took water for Abel.

Deris immediately sat on the small sofa even though Dara did not tell her, she noticed the motion - screeching Dara while taking care of her little daughter.

"Mama, who's Om?" abel asked in a cute voice.

Dara turned to Deris, the man was looking at her also waiting for an answer from Dara.

"School friends, same as Uncle Dimas." Dara answered honestly only lied a little, he also did not bring - bring Alan's name.

"Like Uncle Alan too?" Dara immediately shut her daughter's mouth, then opened her again.

"Don't talk about Uncle Alan, okay," whispered Dara, Abel nodded.

"Well drink? Want bobo again?" ask Dara.

"You'll be filled by Mama" replied Abel.

"Loh, Abel can already bobo himself now. Mama has guests too, have to talk for a minute. It's not good if there is a guest is taken," said Dara stroking the back of Abel's head with blonde waist.

"Annabel, often called the doll serem. So now change the name to Abel," the little girl giggled feeling funny by her name.

"You're so adorable, can Om be Abel's friend?"

"Uhm, ask Mama's permission first. Can Mah?" abel's little eyes stared innocently at Dara.

"Of course you can, Mama's friend Abel's friend too. Well, enter the room again yuk... Abel can be bobo himself, right?"

"Could," Abel got down from the dining chair, turning to Deris. "Met Om malem," then Abel ran into his own room.

Dara followed Abel, tidied up the pillow then enveloped Abel's body and before coming out peeked at the adorable little girl's forehead.

"Mama's daughter Bobo" said Dara as she walked out.

"Night, Mama."

Dara smiled and then closed the door of the room half-do not close completely, she walked towards the living room where Deris waited and sat a little away from the man.

"Speak slowly, let my daughter sleep" Jutek Dara.

"Okay, how old is your daughter? If you count you pregnant while dating me, it's probably 4 years." Deris calculated the gestational age of Dara 9 months and now they meet again after 5 years.

"Hm, about that. Don't you want to talk about brother Dira and brother Darwin? Speak up, it's late. I don't want to be on the stamp women don't actually put a man in the middle of the night."

Deris recalled Dara's motherly face earlier when the woman was with her daughter, instantly there was an indescribable sense of tightness. Is it true that Dara disappeared that night just because Dira's sister died and was pregnant?

Waitaminute! I just heard Abel calling Uncle to Alan, what does that mean?!