Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] Who's That Boy?

"Cha, break yuk. My head is so dizzy. We'll eat outside, yeah," I said, laying my head against my hand.

"Yes, Mas. I'm sorry, yes" he said regretfully.

Without answering I pulled him in my arms. He slept on one of my arms. I justify the position to be comfortable. Chaca hugged me tightly. He comforts his sleep over my breast.

Until late afternoon, I woke up. Chaca was no longer beside me. I decided to take a shower first. Then I walked into the closet looking for a change of clothes. Oh, my wife already put all the clothes in here.

I rushed down after wearing casual clothes. Looking for my wife's whereabouts. Until I finally found him standing in the kitchen. I frowned, walked to the floor without making a sound.

"What's up, honey?" I said to put my arms around her stomach.

Chaca stepped up, throwing objects in both hands. Until making fine white granules that spilled and splattered.

"Darling, ngagetin! Tuh 'kan so spilled all," his grunts scatter lips.

Chaca turns her body to take a broom and a pengki. I took both and cleaned them up. Looks like sugar and salt.

"Sorry, Honey. You are very, very difficult" I said to get rid of the broom and the club.

Chaca closed her eyes. His breath was hunting. Both of his hands were already attached to his waist.

"It's hard to make me angry, it's hard when you're away from me, it's hard to cast your shadow for a second" I said, clutching her waist and kissing her lips. He met her and lowered both hands.

"What the hell is that?" manya curious.

"Let's label where's garem, where's sugar. Let's not get me wrong again," his grunts picked up the little jar and showed it to me. It turned out that it had been given a label using a marker.

I held back a smile, "Then how did you differ?"

"Yes, I'm the same color, '" he said plainly.

I laughed out loud. Rubbing the top of his head was anxious. He opened his little lips because I laughed at him. Then I put down the little jars, filling them according to the label. Fortunately there was still leftover, not spilled all.

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In the evening, we were at a food court in one of the malls closest to home. We decided to choose dinner here because all shopping for necessities that are still not available.

After eating, Chaca's eyes sparkled when she saw her favorite snacks. He immediately ran and chose several types of food at the stand.

"Basic of the diner! I'm full, honey. Just you," I said with a smile.

After that, we went around encouraging trolly to choose a variety of vegetables, meat and fish for stock in the next few days. Do not forget the spices that are not yet available as well.

For an hour, we had gotten the items we had needed. Chaca is still hunting for food and snacks. While I queue at the cashier counter.

Just when it was her turn to pay, Chaca was back with one big plastic bag of snacks in her left hand, and ice cream in her right.

"Dear, will?" he put out his hand and offered her ice cream.

I have not yet answered, his hand has reached my face. I don't want to open my mouth to eat it. Just a few bites I'm ending it. The cashier even held a smile from now on.

"Eat fluffy, but not fat!" my chirps rubbed the top of his head.

After we finished paying, we decided to go home. I brought some grocery bags and put them in the loby mall. I asked Chaca to wait here. Then I hurried to get the car.

As the car drove towards her, I saw Chaca from a distance chatting with a small child in her 4s. I stopped the car right in front of him. Then I went down and approached them.

"Darling, who is he? Why crying?" I also squat beside Chaca.

"No idea, honey. Seems separated from her mother" Chaca said, looking up at me.

"Sweet child, what's your name? And where's your Mama?" I rubbed his head.

The boy stopped his crying. He lowered his arm and looked at me. Suddenly he hit me and hugged me tightly. He also returned sobbing.

"Father! Hicks ... Papa!" he cried in the middle of his stuffing.

Chaca widened her eyes, looking at me sharply. I sniffed the shoulder of the omen of not understanding and not knowing him.

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