Hot Mommy's Passion Trap
Daddy Arthur's son!

Arsenio let go of Miss Alea's embrace. When the car was near, and stopped in front of the high fence of the Kenyan house, Arsenio immediately ran towards the car and shouted loudly.

"Oma! My oma!" peeking Arsenio so that the Kenyans who were in the car saw it. Arsenio also hit the side glass of the car with full power, getting weaker and longer.

Miss Alea who had been fixated for a moment in her place, immediately ran over to Arsenio who was unceasingly pounding the car glass. Miss Alea pulled Arsenio back a few steps so as not to hit the windshield anymore. Miss Alea did not yet know how Kenyan Oma Arsenio said she was. Yes, if Kenya accepts Arsenio, what if the woman does not accept and even makes a case without wanting to know who Arsenio is? Hows it? That was what Miss Alea thought.

Nearby Arsenio while holding her hand. Miss Alea was so shocked by Arsenio's unexpected behavior. All this time Miss Alea knew Arsenio as a wise child. But this time Arsenio really managed to surprise him.

"Arsenio, don't be like that! What if the car's glass breaks?" reprimanding Miss Alea, she looked at Arsenio's face that was already sweating to the point of flushing. Miss Alea guessed it might be because Arsenio had been in the scorching spot for too long.

Arsenio shook her head. "It won't break, Miss! Look at! It's the latest car, Arsen doesn't know what it's called. Where it might be pushed by a small child with a low power like me could break," Arsenio argued while pointing at the car.

Miss Alea did notice the car. However, it was not the state of the car or the luxury of the car that he saw. However, Miss Alea was again restless when the car did not go into the house area.

Which made Miss Alea riled, because the woman could not see a single bit into the car, even if it was just a shadow.

Miss Alea's guess was right, Mother and son in the car were looking back. Noticing Miss Alea and Arsenio who were still turning their backs on the car because it was around Miss Alea.

"Who, anyway, is that? Why are they still standing there?" muttered Kenya wondering with an amazing confused look.

"Either, Mam, it may be that people will ask for donations, or people who happen to pass by" said Clarissa, long snorting because her body was so tired. He leaned his body, choosing no longer to care about what Kenya suggested.

"Solicit donations?" Kenya muttered again, it may be true what her daughter, Clarissa, said. Is not it now that many people are asking for donations while bringing children as a medium of compassion? Kenya mangosteen justifies.

However, once again he took a look at Arsenio's neat clothes as well as the woman who was clutching the little man. It felt impossible if they came specifically to ask for donations.

"There are people who ask for donations with the clothes. The woman was also making-up," hissed Kenya, until she frowned. "After all, there's no way a donation requestor can get past our complex security guard, right, Cla?" he said again while weighing.

"Did you hear what that kid said when he banged on our car door just now?" kenya asked, now turning to look at Clarissa who had closed her eyes. He was very tired, wanting to straighten his body on the bed immediately.

Clarissa shook her head. "Where might Cla hear, Ma. This car cannot penetrate the noise on the streets" Clarissa said, again and again she took a deep breath because the curiosity of Kenya still has not faded.

"Mama just come down if you're curious. Ask, what's in your interest" Clarissa suggested. "Cla's coming in, Ma. Sleepy, tired, the body is also sore, Ma!" his whine was spoiled while shaking his two hands.

"Mama won't come down. At best that woman was some of the other women who came looking for Mama to hold Arthur, your brother, accountable. Mama has often dizzy with your sister's behavior. The women were willing to adopt a child to be recognized as Arthur's son" Kenya said, repeating a few months ago. In fact, even such an event is not just one or two times. But, often.

"Mama has learned, right? Judging from his face alone there is no resemblance to Brother Arthur. Mama even used all DNA tests," Clarissa said, she shook her head at her mother's attitude. Sometimes smart, sometimes strangely overdue.

"Let's find it together, Ma," Clarissa said.

'Why can't you believe that myth, anyway? Indeed, if Arthur's sister has abdominal pain, surely there is a woman who is giving birth to Arthur's child? I don't believe it at all, ' Inner Clarissa. Being abroad often makes him not believe what is difficult for him to believe. However, for the sake of calming the mother, it was okay for her to pretend to believe.

"Here you go, chat here. Sir, let's go again!" clarissa Pinta.

However, when their car returned to running, Kenya drove back, Kenya turned to look back. There was all the curiosity and disrelief raging in his recess. It felt like he wanted to go downstairs and ascertain for himself, who they were. Normally, he never cared about such an insignificant thing. But this time it was completely different. The more the car he was riding drove, his feelings seemed to be interested in not leaving.

Simultaneously, Arsenio turned her head towards him. Spontaneous Kenya rounded his eyes. Screaming loudly asking the driver to stop the car as soon as possible.

"Stop, Sir! Stopit! Stop right here!" pekik Kenya, impatient.

Clarissa who was leaning back while closing her eyes immediately sat up straight and watched her Mom who had run out, meeting Arsenio and Miss Alea who were still where they were standing from earlier.

Clarissa came out, afraid that something might happen to her mother because they did not recognize the two strangers. Rushing Clarissa opened her seatbelt and ran out following her Mama.

"Ma!" clarissa shouted.

Clarissa stopped two steps behind Kenya. He stared at Kenya's trembling back, glued to his place with a stare at a little boy whose face was very similar to Arthur Harisson's. After staring at the mother, Clarissa's gaze also moved on the adorable little boy.

"W-who's ka-you? W-why is your face so similar to my brother?" clarissa asked vibrating.

However, Clarissa looked back at her Mama as sobs came back from the woman.

"Ma, why are you crying?" clarissa asked, hugging her mother while gently rubbing her Kenyan back.

"My grandchildren!" kenya said softly, but still very clearly heard.

"Grandson?" Clarisa. He could not believe what was in front of his eyes right now.

"Oma, Auntie, I'm Arsenio Thafta Mahira, Daddy Arthur's son" Arsenio said. There was no worry, fear, or trepidation from the look on the little man's face. Precisely, the flames of his courage were blazing from the glare of his innocent eyes.

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