Husband, Honey Mouth Poison
spoiled abis

"Who's name, baby?" Raisya only realized that he did not know the name of this child. Then ask his name.

"Michel." Natural red lips chew sandwiches. Sometimes he sipped a warm sweet tea. Raisya doesn't know the suitable milk that's in the canteen for a 4-year-old. It is better to order sweet tea than later given that milk is not suitable. Berabe had to go back and forth to the toilet. That was what Raisya knew from the experience of nurturing his younger siblings.

"Auntie's name is Raisya." Raisya re-introduced herself with her sweet smile.

"Who's the name?"The boy replied impolitely with an introduction from Raisya.

"Eh.. " Raisya could only gawk at the attitude of the boy who made his emotions rise in the morning. Raisya distracted her and slightly loosened her hands from the spoiled child's waist in annoyance.

Intention to love even get a reply jutek. Raisya turned his head the other way not wanting to see the child he was holding. Raisya's face that was wholeheartedly bright cheerful now was like a blob of cloudiness, feeling somewhat annoyed.

If it wasn't for that car, I would have stayed this spoiled brat!

Raisya spoke in his heart. He seemed to find the same treatment when the child answered him with a jutek.

Raisya just sighed holding back the turmoil of her heart that had just been prettiest. Disappointment that has been stored for a long time sometimes makes Raisya easily the most beautiful emotion.

Yes, the treatment of his family during this time makes Raisya feel as if he feels unappreciated, feels ignored, even feels he is only considered a money printer. No one cares about Raisya but his money.

Raisya's mood suddenly melted. She shrank her uncompromising tears dripping with offense.

"I want to go to the toilet!" The boy asked himself to go to the toilet. With tears still welling up Raisya did not say much he just carried the child to the toilet.

His feeling of being warm had turned cold. Were it not for facing the little boy, Raisya would probably have had the heart to leave him and would have been very indifferent.

"Bukain pants! Michel wants PUP. " The boy told Raisya to open the pants with a snapping tone. Raisya looked at the child with a sense of anger being held back. Although angry, he did not want to hurt the child by showing his anger.

He opened his pants and sat down on the toilet, then closed the toliet gate. Raisya walked out intending to wait for the boy outside the door.

"You don't come out bego! I want you to wait here!" The boy shouted from inside the toilet boldly telling Raisya to bego and with his stomach telling Raisya to wait for himself inside the toilet.

Raisya opened the toilet door and went into the toilet with a feeling of anger mixed with sadness. With a glazed-eyed face she stood facing the door like an SD child being shocked.

Quite who all this time said himself 'Boloho, Belegug' is an adult who has given birth to himself into the world. Despite how heavy and painful she said, Raisya tried to endure the pain in her chest. He is afraid of being branded as an ungodly child if he fights and is afraid of kwalat if he opposes.

Raisya's back occasionally went up and down, and there was a slow sobbing. I don't know his heart is so sick and his fragile soul is unable to stem the tears that have been detained so as not to fall.

Oh Allah, grant me..

It was just that word that came out of her lips if she felt as upset, angry and sad as she was now.

"Cebokinin!" The boy reigned.

Raisya only obediently without the slightest fight. He took out a shower and cleaned the spoiled child's ass clean.

"Wait there!" Raisya quickly opened the toilet and picked up the liquid soap that was stuck to the wall to rinse off her scars.

"Hey.so long you!" The boy was complaining.

Raisya went back to the toilet holding the boy out and flushing the toilet hole clean. He put his pants back on.

"Day ogle ah!" Suddenly Raisya refused, not wanting to carry the child. Raisya began to reject her request.

Raisya carried her bag and organized and walked outside without heeding the child.

"Huaw.. Huaw... Huaw..."

The sound echoed filled the toilet room like an earthquake. The people in the room were panicking.

"Hei mbak. ko his son was left behind anyway!" A cleaning service was indeed Raisya who happened to be standing in the tolilet room.

Raisya turned her body and returned to the toilet without further ado. Directly carrying the spoiled child who was roaring.

"Ko mbak have the heart to leave his son alone anyway!" Oceh was cleaning a service that felt sorry for Michel who had just left Raisya.

"Not my son!" Now it was Raisya's turn to shout loudly to vent his anger that had been held back.

"Wooh! Not very! His son's assesan is fierce!" Cleaning service back raving.

Raisya who could not bear his patience, his emotions now run to his tears. Just like rain water falling, tears are flowing. Makeup that since morning was neat, now looks messy.

Raisya walked out of the toilet room with quick steps ignoring the gazes of those who were watching her.

The pair of eyes from earlier could only stare. Starting from Raisya into the canteen until Raisya came out of the toilet he just kept quiet. Without caring to help Raisya who is sad and overwhelmed with her luggage, plus must hold the spoiled child who is not polite.

Raisya got into the elevator. Thankfully, the elevator was not full. Raisya chose near the door button.

The child he was carrying looked at Raisya. I don't know what the boy felt. His bare finger touched Raisa's cheek and put away her tears and rubbed it on the shirt she was wearing.

Raisya did not dare to speak. His reddened eyeballs looked back at the face of the boy.

"Dangerous!" His natural red lips returned the word.

Raisya could only stare and pursed her lips. I dare not reply to the bad words of the boy. He immediately turned his gaze upwards looking at number 15. Signs he will soon arrive at the room where he works.

"Ting" The elevator door opens. Raisya walked out and into his room.

Some of his roommates did not pay much attention to the arrival of Raisya who had just entered with the state of carrying children. Because it is blocked by their respective cubicles.

Raisya walked towards his cubicle. Put the bag and put the spoiled child on his desk.

Huaw... Huaw... Huaw..

The boy was crying hysterically.

Raisya who saw him crying immediately lowered her head on the table by slapping her hands.

Hiks..hiks...