Grasping Longs
Part~39

Today Ricko came home an hour early, when his friends were leaving school he was still waiting for his mother who had not picked him up.

Ariana, who doesn't have a cell phone, doesn't know that. Because every information from the school is always conveyed through his class chat group.

"Who's grandfather ?" Ricko, who was waiting for his mother to pick him up, was approached by a middle-aged man.

Actually Ricko was forbidden by his mother to talk to strangers, but seeing the old man who was smiling kindly at him he did not have the heart to ignore it.

After all, the school has been guarded by several security, including, so who can enter the school must be a person who is already known and who has access to a card and Ricko sure grandfather must be one of the parents of students there.

"You haven't been picked up yet, son ?" asked Mr. Anggoro, the man was seen sitting next to him Ricko under a shady tree in the school area.

"Not cake, mother does not have a cell phone so do not know if you go home quickly." said Ricko with a smile.

Mr. Anggoro seems to raise his eyebrows, is really what this little boy beside him said. It turns out that in modern times like today there are also people who do not have a cell phone.

But he was grateful that he could extract information from the boy about Demian's relationship with his mother.

"Your mom works ?" said it.

"Mother's selling cakes at home, cakes."

"Then your father ?"

"My dad ?" Ricko was silent for a moment, he remembered his mother's words that no one should know about his father let alone Olive.

Ricko seemed to shake his head. "From childhood Ricko has no father." said Ricko.

Mr. Anggoro looked fixedly at Ricko, so he remembered Demian as a child. Although not entirely similar, but Ricko's eyes are so similar to Demian's son.

But why Ricko says he doesn't have a father, when from the information he got Demian last night staying at the little boy's house.

While Ricko looked at Mr. Anggoro too carefully, he seemed to have seen the old man next to him but he forgot when and where.

"Why stare at grandfather like that ?" ask mr. Anggoro.

"It looks like Ricko's seen grandfather before, but forgot where." said Ricko as he chuckled.

"really? maybe just similar." said Mr. Anggoro who also seemed to chuckle.

Maybe the little boy forgot, but of course Mr. Anggoro still remembers. He had seen Ricko before in the hospital, where he was dropping Olive off for a vaccine.

"You don't play ball ?" asked Mr. Anggoro when he saw Ricko seemed enthusiastic to see his friends who were playing ball.

"Ricko's legs just healed the cake, just as I can't play football yet Ricko really wants to play."

"Why not just play? your mother doesn't know."

Ricko shook his head. "Ricko does not want to lie to mother kek, Ibuk has worked hard for Ricko. So Ricko wants to be a good boy, even though Ricko once lied to mom but Ricko is already sorry because God has punished Ricko with an accident." he said innocently.

"Lying ?"

Ricko nodded. "Ricko once busied secretly from his mother, because at that time he needed money to pay his school fees Ricko." he said honestly.

Hearing Ricko's words, Mr. Anggoro seemed to sigh heavily. It was as difficult as the life of the little boy and why suddenly his heart ached hearing it.

"Did your father never come home, son? to the extent that your mother has to work alone." he asked curiously.

"Grandfather don't tell anyone, actually Ricko's real father has gone home to cake, but Ricko can't tell anyone it's a secret." Ricko was whispering.

"really ?"

"Hmm." nods Ricko who looks happy when remembering his father.

"And I promised Ricko I wouldn't leave Ricko and mom again" he said later.

"If you may know, what is your father's name? he must be cute like you." lure Mr. Anggoro.

"His name, Demian's father's cake."

The deg!!

"So she's right my granddaughter ?"

"But Grandpa promised you don't tell anyone" Ricko said.

"L-yes son, of course grandfather promised." Mr. Anggoro seemed so moved, from the first look he was convinced that Ricko was the son of Demian and now he was more convinced.

"It's okay, son, grandfather only remembers the granddaughter of grandfather who has not met for a long time." lied Mr. Anggoro.

There was a feeling of regret in his heart when he saw that his grandson had lived in distress all this time.

"Grandfather can think of Ricko as grandfather's grandson" Ricko said.

"Yes-iya grandfather is very happy then, can grandfather hug you ?"

"Of course." said Ricko, then he returned the embrace of the old man sitting next to him.

"Demian you have to explain this to me, you may abandon the future successor Anggoro."

"Would you like some ice cream ?" asked Mr. Anggoro after breaking his embrace.

"Actually Ricko wants a cake, but Ricko is afraid that Ricko's mother will nyariin."

"There's still 30 minutes before your mom comes, how about grandpa buy me some ice cream at that restaurant first." Mr. Anggoro pointed to a two-storey restaurant next to the school.

"There must be an expensive cake, how about buying there is cheaper." Ricko pointed to a traveling ice cream vendor who happened to be ngetem in front of his school.

"Don't buy expensive ice cream, son, the factory can be bought for you."

"But grandfather wanted it in the restaurant that the ice cream was better." persuaded Mr. Anggoro.

"Alright, but don't blame Ricko yes if grandfather's money will run out." said Ricko who immediately made Mr. Anggoro chuckle.

On the other hand, Ariana seems to be busy in her new kitchen. He seemed enthusiastic about the cooking equipment, Demian was very understanding because he knew whatever he wanted.

While Demian was seen checking his work files in his study. The man seems to have moved his study at home with Ariana.

After her divorce from Monica, she plans to marry Ariana and start living with their little family here.

He had imagined that he would give a lot of younger brothers to Ricko who would certainly make his house more crowded by them.

Ah just imagined it, Demian was already that happy. He suddenly so missed the woman who was said to want to cook for him and the Son.

Though he had already prepared ART to do everything, but it seemed that the woman preferred to cook by herself.

"The fragrance's up to my study, baby." Demian was seen hugging Ariana from behind as the woman was busy washing her cooking utensils.

"Take off the mas, I'm washing it."

Instead of letting go, Demian lifted Ariana's body and sat her down at the counter beside the sink.

"Mas, my laundry isn't done yet." protested Ariana.

"Let ART alone do it dear, dong free I pay them if you yourself do it."

"But I can do it myself, mas."

"I don't like to be rebutted, baby."

"Basar mr. forcible." rickshaw Ariana.

"What did you say, baby ?"

"I said you're a master.hmmptt." Ariana could not continue his words because his lips were silenced by Demian's lips, the man always attacked him suddenly.

"Reply, dear." Demian said as Ariana appeared silent in surprise.

When Ariana opened her lips slightly, Demian immediately slid her tongue inside.

They appear to smear each other and suck up to make the two sigh at each other in between the kiss.

Demian seemed to hold Ariana's nape so that the kiss deepened and it made Ariana sigh unstoppable while squeezing the man's shirt.

And not long after Victor suddenly came, the man seemed to curse in his heart when again saw the bawdy scene of his superior.

But this time he could not avoid, because there is important information that he must immediately convey.

Mm

Victor immediately cleared his throat so that the two people who were in a drunken romance ended the action that always made him want to curse.

"I'm sorry, sir" he said, which immediately made Demian look at him sharply because his assistant had dared to bother him.