Hot Mommy's Passion Trap
It's Dead!

"Know where you are? Why do you know so much detail?" kenya's question made Arthur aware that he was talking too much.

Arthur took a long breath. He was confused but still had to take firmness. How could he let someone call Shanum this and that, but the woman was not like that.

"Why are you quiet?" Kenya asked again. "If she's not that kind of woman, meet her. Mama wants to judge for herself, what kind of woman she is. Wish to be the Mommy of my granddaughter!" kenya said, he still squinted his eyes at Arthur who returned to silence.

"Don't just shut up, Arthur. Mama knows you've met her. That's why you can defend him like that. If you don't want to get Mama to that woman, you'll find out for yourself!" A threat was thrown from the lips of Kenya. His desire to meet Mommy from Arsenio was huge.

"Ma, that woman doesn't deserve to be with Brother Arthur. His own son had already said that," between Clarissa, he would still try to keep the women away from Arthur.

"Sorry, Auntie, I interrupted a little. As far as I know, Arsenio's Mommy has been a very responsible and kind person. There's no way he's abandoning Arsenio. She was a very decent Mommy, always teaching her son good things" said Miss Alea, defending Shanum as she knew it.

"Be quiet! You have no right to interfere. What do you know?" clarissa jolted that she did not like anyone defending Shanum and so changed Kenya's damaged view of the woman.

"I'm just saying what I know. As far as I know, people who don't know anything are the ones who shouldn't talk. He did not know the person he was talking about, but continued to speak ill of him. Isn't that very bad behavior?" miss Alea replied, she fought back fearlessly. As long as it is true, what is fear for. That's what Shanum told him first when Miss Alea was in trouble with her foster parents.

Clarissa grew increasingly angry because Miss Alea dared to say her words. He stood up while shaking his waist, his eyes glaring sharply at Miss Alea who was just silently glued to the manner of Clarissa's bars. Clenching her hands, Clarissa began to say, "Why do you speak so much? Can you just shut up? Who do you think you are? Just this fucking babysitter, right? You're a sud-"

"Clarissa!" Arthur yells at Clarissa, she is very, very unhappy with the swearing Clarissa made on her son. "Clear your words just now!" Arthur was angry.

Clarissa was stunned, unconsciously she even cursed Arsenio. Those were his heart words. However, Clarissa also realized, it was not necessary that she would express such harsh words in front of Kenya and Arthur. Now, he did not dare to turn to Arthur whose face was already flushed red.

"Sister, that's not what I mean" said Clarissa, not one bit she did not dare to look.

"Next, don't argue in front of guests!" Kenya is trying to mediate. She knew Clarissa's mouth was too much, deserved Arthur to be angry.

"Miss, we'll take Arsenio home. Thank you for accompanying Arsenio to meet us here" Kenya told Miss Alea, commenting on the woman's sweet smile.

"But, Arsenio was really driven home, right, Mom?" ask Miss Alea. "I'm not afraid or what. You see, Arsenio is my responsibility, if it takes too long, her Mommy will definitely look for Arsenio," said Miss Alea, without her explaining clearly, Kenya and Arthur already understand.

"Surely, Miss, there's no need to worry" Kenya said.

"All right, I'm sorry" said Miss Alea.

As the woman moved, Arsenio came down from her Daddy's lap, she rushed towards Miss Alea who had not yet come out the door.

Arsenio kissed the back of Miss Alea's hand and said, "Thank you, Miss, Arsenio has taken her to Daddy and Oma" Arsenio said with a smile.

"Together, dear," replied Miss Alea, gently stroking Arsenio's head.

He rushes out, leaving Arsenio along with his new family.

Arsenio sat back with Arthur, in his Daddy's lap.

"Darling, what do you want to eat?" arthur asked, the little man, looked at by the very face of him, his heart felt like it was whipping.

"Nothing, Dad. Arsen just wants to be here, same Daddy, just a second, okay?" arsenio said, hugging Arthur tightly.

"Come to Daddy's room. Later, all of you go home, we'll buy the toys you want, okay?" arthur said, peeping at the forehead of Arsenio, his son.

"No need to say thank you, dear. I'm your Daddy, I should have given this and that to you" said Arthur, for him to buy what Arsenio wanted was his duty. So, Arsenio did not need to say thank you like that.

Arthur put his son in bed. "No, Daddy, Mommy said, Arsen should thank everyone who has given Arsen something and people who have helped Arsenio" he said, dismissing Arthur's remarks just now. Disagree with his father's statement.

"Was Mommy teaching you all that?" arthur asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, next to Arsenio.

Arsenio nodded her head. "Yes, Daddy. And, if you want to ask someone for help, Arsenio must say please first. Mommy said, please make someone Arsen asks for help feel more appreciated," she said, showing her sweet smile. When smiling, Arsenio's eyes will narrow, even her face looks like Shanum.

"Is that so?" Arthur gently rubbed Arsenio's hair so gently.

Arsenio just nodded, she laid her body on the bed with her legs still hanging on the edge of the bed.

"Ahh...happy, Dad!" arsenio.

Arthur smiled with an uncertain feeling. He looked at Arsenio, a little boy with a range of almost four years old who was so smart and wise as he spoke. Arthur believes that it is not only environmental influences, but there is the greatest influence of Shanum's teachings.

That is why we often hear that Mother is the first madrassa for her child. Why is mother the first madrassa?

Because the role of the mother is very important for the growth and development of children, and the mother is also a figure that will determine the success of no one.

Where Ibulah as the first person who will instill norms of kindness as well as be an example in attitude. Mother is a figure who will be an example for her children.

"Arsen, have you missed Daddy so much?" arthur asked, still looking closely at his son's face.

Arsenio shook her head. "No, Daddy," he answered, making Arthur's forehead shrivel. She's confused.

"You ... don't miss Daddy?" ask again, making sure.

"Actually miss, but not too," he replied again. "The most Arsenic wants, yes like any other kid. Happy with both parents. As simple as that, Dad," he said, looking at the modern-style ceiling of Arthur's room with a more dominant white color, making the room look comfortable for anyone including Arsenio.

"Why? All this time, you've known, right, that Daddy is your real dad? Since when did Mommy tell you?" arthur asked so curiously.

"Just recently, Dad. Mommy was forced to show it because Arsen is always urgent. But, ...." Arsen was silent, he sat up straight next to Arsen.

Stare at Arthur who had raised next to his eyebrows.

"Hum?" ask Arthur with deheman.

"But, Mommy said, Arsen can't be like other kids, Arsen no longer has Daddy. Because ... said Mommy, Daddy Arsen is long dead!" arsenio said seriously.

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