Hot Mommy's Passion Trap
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"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.

Everyone was astonished, including Miss Alea who was holding her, afraid that Kenya and Clarissa would not accept Arsenio's arrival, she could swiftly protect Arsenio, she thought.

He knows Arsenio is a brave man, but why can be brave in revealing his identity and not necessarily all that is true, because only the resemblance of the face can not prove anything. They have to do DNA testing to make it more convincing.

"Arsenio, don't you just talk, son! What if Auntie's mad?" reprimanding Miss Alea, she could see Clarissa's flat face as Arsenio introduced herself.

Arsenio looked at Clarissa's face, but she did not respond to anything. Most importantly, his confession to the Grandmother had been done and managed to make Kenya surprised to cry sobbing.

Arsenio tugged at Miss Alea's dress, as if gesturing for the woman to duck down a bit, because Arsenio was willing to whisper something.

"What's up, honey?" miss Alea asked, she slightly lowered her head to listen to what Arsenio wanted to say.

"Miss, if Oma had been shocked to such a cry, would that be the sign that she accepted my arrival?" arsenio asked, occasionally glancing at the Kenyan face that kept looking at her unblinkingly. Every now and then Kenya smiles, making Arsenio a bit scared and thinking Kenya a madman.

Miss Alea took turns watching the Kenyan and Clarissa scenes. Nor does he know what kind of attitude Kenya should show if the woman accepts Arsenio's presence. But why do they all just stay in the scorching sun, without asking them to go and or come in and talk, so that everything is clear.

"Miss doesn't understand, Arsen. Their attitude is a little strange" said Miss Alea, whispered. "What if we just go? We'll find another way that you can meet Daddy" suggested Miss Alea, who feared humiliation.

"Hum.. okay...." Although his steps were heavy because Arsenio did not want to move, because it was not this kind of reaction that he wanted. He wants Kenya to bring him and Daddy together. Because, Arsen knew very well, if he tried to approach Arthur directly, it would be difficult.

Miss Alea and Arsenio had already turned around, they had only walked three steps, Arsenio's hand was blocked by Kenya.

"Where are you going?" kenya asked, directly blocking Arsenio's path while wiping away her tears that were still dripping on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I have to take Arsenio away now," replied Miss Alea, the post security guard was already in sight, so Miss Alea felt in nothing to fear.

"Why go now?" he asked, looking at Arsenio's face and rubbing the little man's cheeks gently. "I. .. just met my granddaughter. Why did it have to go so fast?" kenya asked, she stood up straight, looking at Miss Alea who showed no look.

'Because Mom didn't show us hospitality. We know ourselves enough to leave here, Miss Alea's inner self.

"I'm sorry" said Kenya, looking at Kenya's face. "So I was pensive for a long time because I still couldn't believe his sudden arrival to see me. But, it's so hot in here. How about we just go inside? You want to, right?" kenya said with caution, hoping that Miss Alea who Kenya considers as Mommy Arsenio would come inside and talk with her.

Honestly, there is a lot that Kenya wants to express. There are also many questions he should ask. Kenya also wanted to hug, kiss and hold her son. The grandson he had been looking for so long, he had been waiting for his meeting for so long. Although, Kenya knows his grandson is present without any marriage ties his parents first. However, Kenya will still love Arsenio.

Miss Alea looked at Arsenio, they were both staring. After the stare-to-eye action lasted a few seconds, Arsenio nodded faintly, that's what she wanted. Then, then Miss Alea nodded in agreement, just as Arsenio would.

"Ma, let's just talk outside!" about Clarissa. "In the garden under the tree!" Clarissa pointed to a park bench that was not too far out of their reach.

Kenyans switched lanes with a shrunken forehead. In shakes, disapproving of Clarissa's advice.

"We're just chatting inside" Kenya broke up, sticking to its initial decision.

"Ma ...!" call Clarissa, her voice is full of emphasis.

"That's it, Cla, pity them. You're sleepy, aren't you? Wanna sleep? Quickly go in, shower, eat, go straight to sleep. It's okay, really. They will understand" said Kenya, pulling Arsen's hand slowly, into his house.

"Mari ...," Kenya told Miss Alea, she was awkward. Until then, Kenya still thought that Miss Alea was Mommy Arsenio.

They all went inside, Kenya carried Arsenio inside, past Clarissa who was standing but her eyeballs were moving following Kenya and Arsenio who were walking in. A trace of an annoyed face was clearly drawn on her face, and her annoyance could be seen directly by Miss Alea who had been paying attention to her since. Especially after Clarissa opposed Kenya to invite arsenio and Miss Alea inside.

passing Clarissa, Miss Alea flashed her sweet smile, while bowing her head. "Come, Ma'am!" take Miss Alea, try to be friendly to Arsenio's Tante.

"Curtain!" Seeing Clarissa even grimace, Miss Alea did not want to bother with the strange attitude of the woman. He hurriedly went inside following Arsenio and Kenya who were sitting in the living room.

"Please sit down" said Kenya, deliberately sitting Arsenio on another sofa that was close to her, so that she could more freely see Arsenio's face. Miss Alea sat next to Arsenio, before long Clarissa came in and sat down next to Kenya.

"Ma, why can you trust this woman and this little boy? What if they lie like the women before?" clarissa asked, her sharp gaze turned to Miss Alea and Arsenio in turn. Then, he looked at Kenya with a spoiled look.

"Cla, aren't you tired? He said he wanted to sleep too, right? Just sleep there!" Kenya is a little expelling.

"Ma, Cla seriously, Ma! Just a little similar, Mama immediately believed and admitted it as Mama's grandchild?" clarissa asked, even though she herself felt that the face of arsenio was very similar to Arthur. But Clarissa seems reluctant to admit it.

"Cla, watch their faces, compare. What's a little similar. Mama well took care of Arthur since childhood, must have known that they are very similar!" adamantly Kenyan, he disagrees with Clarissa's confession.

Arsenio looked at Clarissa with her innocent face. When the little boy was staring at him, Clarissa immediately glared at Arsenio so that the child was afraid. However, Arsenio's reaction was even beyond the woman's expectations. The boy showed no fear at all, casually he replied to Clarissa with a sharp look, then ended their gazes by throwing their faces in the other direction while glancing cynically.

"What's your name?" kenya asked, she gently rubbed Arsenio's hand.

"Arsenio Thafta Mahira!" arsenio replied, without a doubt she called Kenya Oma and smiled sweetly at the woman.

"Your name is very good, dear," praised Kenya. "But Mahira, what is your mother's name?" ask Kenya to Arsenio.

Arsenio just nodded her head.

"Why not just use Daddy's name?" ask Kenya again.

Arsenio grinded her head while shrugging her shoulders. "Arsen doesn't know, Oma," he replied.

"Is ...he your Mommy?" ask Kenya, looking at Miss Alea. There is still a perceived awkwardness.

"Not." Arsenio answered quickly.

"No, Mom, I'm Arsenio's babysitter in Day Care" Miss Alea introduced herself.

"Ahhhhh... Sorry, I thought you were Arsenio's mother."

"It's okay, Mom."

"Where's your mother, Arsen?" ask Kenya again.

"Mommy's at work, Oma. Mommy is tired every day of making money to meet my needs, "he replied, he was deliberately pensive as he was thinking about Shanum, looking sympathetic to Kenya.

Sure enough, Kenya was completely puffed up to see Arsenio like that. Then, Kenya scanned Arsenio's body, looking at the little man's entire body. When viewed from the physical, the child does not look like a child well short of economy.

"Why, Oma? Oma must be looking at me, right? Arsen grew up healthy, strong, and handsome. Mommy always gives her best for Arsen. And, this good looks Daddy dropped it off. Therefore, Arsen can get here, looking for the whereabouts of Daddy who said Mommy has long gone," he said, bowed lethargic while rubbing his own face.

Kenya flinched, she looked at Miss Alea, as if looking for justification for Arsenio's words just now.

"A long time no?" ask Kenya not to believe it.

"True, Mom, even to me Arsenio's mommy also said that Arsenio's Daddy was long gone. Since Arsenio is still in the womb," replied Miss Alea also justifying the fate.

Kenya rubbed his chest. He was sad for his grandson.

"here, Honey! Sitting on Oma's lap!" Arsenio was troubled down from the tall and majestic sofa she was sitting on. Finally, it was Kenya who helped Arsenio to move into her lap.

"Mom, don't trust them too much!" Clarissa reminded me again. He was so sick of seeing Kenya holding Arsenio even rubbing the child's head with affection.

"Auntie why? Iri, yes, Oma rubbed me and hugged me like this?" celetukan Arsenio bought Clarissa. He could not believe that a child as small as Arsenio already had such a sharp mouth.

"God! She's my Mama! Get out there you!" Clarissa became more and more, the flames of her anger flaring up. His dislike is growing.

"But, he's also Omaku!" arsenio said in self-defense, hugging the arm of Kenya.

"Your mouth must be descended from your Mommy!" murmur Clarissa.

"No. Auntie don't be so ignorant! My spicy mouth is descended from Daddy!" replied Arsenio did not want to lose arguing even though she was a child.

"Where do you know? Have you ever met Brother Arthur before?" ask Clarissa.

After Arsenio shook her head, Clarissa let out a long sigh.

"Tuh, right, you've never met Brother Arthur, where do you know his mouth is spicy?" lady Clarissa.

"Because Mommy's a very nice and gentle person. I have this trait, Daddy must have given it to me while Arsen was still in the womb" he replied quickly.

"Arsenio, do you want to meet Daddy!" kenya asked, looking at Arsenio who was just silent, Kenya did not know how the atmosphere of his grandson's heart was. I don't know why Arsen was just silent.

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