I Choose A Sugar Daddy Route
It feels like being a mother

I stared at the paper in my hand. It's the second day, I-groomed the boy Fallden brought in. And, today is, the day of naming her. Huh, I hope I don't curse when the event is held.

“Ailena, have you prepared a name for the boy?”

I shook my head, the Fallden tower that was currently hugging my waist tightly. “I'm confused,”.

“What to confuse?”

“What, do you think, this choice is right? Huh, I'm afraid to be the subject of ridicule la-“

Fallden, pull my hand. Then put it on the neck. Carrying my body and smiling as I step.

Did I make the wrong decision? Why does it feel, strange like this. I was single from the old days. Suddenly have a child. How is that so obvious? Yes, the time I said. That's my son, and I don't know which father.

Ntar that I even thought was insane, and despised. Huhuhu, I don't want to. I was just a seuprit, was it a direct time to be a mother? Huhuhoo. Can I change position? Fallden who is my mother who is her om?

Well, then, I agree. The damaged image of Fallden is not my image. Huhuhoo...

I'm lip smacking. Holding back the cry that I don't know when it will come out. I glanced at Fallden for a moment. From below, like this he looks very handsome. But, honey. Although handsome, his work is grumbling mulu people. I don't like it!

In addition, he also does not understand how to fight. I ‘kan want to have a doi that can fight. Well, at least when my mood was bad, he came in handy. Aye right?

“And, the Lady taunted you, just say ‘It is really your business? No, right? Moreover I made it with a very superior seedling. Which is possible, your husband doesn't have it. So, please, don't make me laugh at you guys.’ So,”

I'm cengo. My heart's pounding. Not out of love, but rather holding back the amused, annoyed feeling and wanting to pull Fallden away using the current pot.

Hoh, if only you knew Fallden. That answer from you must have made the Lady cornered me even more. And, just maybe, it'll ruin my name. In the future, I won't have a husband if I say what you say. Hadheh.

“Your words, too ambiguous. For a man like you,” I said angrily. If only, Fallden bakpao. I must have bitten it, until it's over now.

Fallden glanced at me, then smiled obliquely. I lift my body, then take my place. Now, my position is like a koala attached to a papaya tree. Well, just think of it. Don't comment!

I grunt. Glanced at the servants who were all the way staring at us meeting. Instantly an unpleasant feeling evaporated from within my heart. In my heart I cursed Fallden's behavior that was as crazy as Duke's.

“Allarick Jeremie De Carsius.”

I rubbed the nameplate, which was currently in my hands. This nameplate belongs to the boy I officially adopted. Beautiful name, like the man.

Allari means strong. Arick means fire. Jeremie means sincerity. I wish the boy I adopted today to be just like his name. A sincere man with a power as big as fire.

I pray that his life will be well, his wishes will be fulfilled, and his ideals will come true. May the child have good at every step, may.

“Beautiful name, and beautiful. Hopefully, the boy will be exactly the same as his name,”. My hand gently rubbed the nameplate. Then placed.

This is what it feels like to be a mother. I feel like I have a big responsibility. I feel like all the burdens are on my shoulders. Now, that boy-Allarick is my son. Son of Ailena De Carsius. Hope you're strong, son. Facing people like me. They have more brains than the average person.

“Mother.”

The door is open. I turned my head, then smiled softly, welcoming Allarick who came to my room, wearing a nightgown.

Her cheeks are puffed up, with a natural red color. His eyes also look very plain. How beautiful heaven is in front of me right now.

“Iya, what's up?” I got off the chair I was working in. Then equate my height with her. I saw the boy smiling shyly, then hugging my body tightly. His cold body, felt like a nervous person. Wants to talk, but is afraid to be angry.

“A-I want to --,”

“Interest what?”

“IginGulf!”

I blinked my eyes repeatedly. Trying to look at the child who is currently hugging me warmly.

“You want to be hugged?” ask me in a seductive tone. Instantly he nodded, with his head hidden in the recesses of my neck.

“Sleep. I'm gonna hug you. Or you, want another? A fairy-tale? Or milk? You want something?” I hugged Allarick gently. Occasionally patting his back that was soaked with sweat. Then he kissed his head.

Oh, my God, this is how it feels to have a child. It feels so good. I feel like I have it all. Huh God. I didn't expect this to last long. But, as long as I'm still breathing, I hope Allarick is always happy, even without me by his side.

“No,” murmured Allarick slowly. Almost unheard. Unfortunately, I heard it. I smiled, stroking her soft fine hair.

“Don't leave me, Mother. I love you, Mother.”

In Fallden's room. At this moment the man was looking down, hiding his wet eyeball. Behind him was the corpse of a gray-haired man who was the same as him. The man in knight uniform, with family crest “Viscount “.

“And you didn't curse Ailena back then. Maybe right now I'll let go. Viscount Helena.” Fallden Mumbles. His hands he put on his chest. With a position like a knight who was paying his respects to an emperor.

The man was silent not flinching. His breathing was heavy, with blood constantly spilling out of his mouth. Fallden smiled, then laughed. Staring at the man sharply, then moving his hands.

Instantly the man's body was charred in flames, with nothing left. The dust is carried by the wind. Fallden smiled, then spoke softly before a hand covered his eyes.

“You're too much Fallden! I don't like it!” I shut Fallden's eyes tightly, with one hand. The other hand, I used to pull his ear.

Fallden complained, but I kept picking him up. This guy's gone too far. A person's life is not a toy. Well, Viscount Helena was wrong, but what he said when he gave the blessing to Allarick was not wrong.

FLASHBACKS...

“I was confused, how could the family of Duke Carsius, receive a child from such an orphanage.”

“More, it is rumored that he is the son of a nala*gnya previous emperor. Cih, disgusting!”

“Ssut, what are you talking Viscount?! If Duke hears it could be dangerous!”

“I don't care. After all, that's the reality, ‘kan?”

End flashback...

Viscount's right. I am indeed the son of a nala*gnya previous emperor. I know that, from the birthmark that only the descendants of the emperor have on my right shoulder. I can't deny that fact, because it's true.

However, why Fallden's emotion? Is this where I'm insulted? Why does he feel insulted too?

“No! That's not true!” Fallden threw my hand away. Then stand up, looking at me sharply.

My forehead was wrinkled, a sign of disagreeing with what he said.

“You are not the son of an entertainer! Wasn't it! You don't go low, Ailena! You are the descendant of a pure emperor! The mark on your shoulder is proof. They shouldn't be talking nonsense without knowing the truth,”

“Fallden,” I call her her name soft. The man nodded, sighed then looked at me softly.

“I really don't care what other people say. Just so you know. But, I don't accept if they say about you or about Duke and his family.”

Fallden shook his head, pushed me into his arms, then hid his face around my neck.

Habits, you gray hair!

I flinched, but could not help smiling happily. All this time, every time there's been a problem about me, or I've been making trouble. Fallden wouldn't have yelled at me, at most just shut up, hugged me, or didn't give me permission to come out of his room.

Yeah, so. Fallden is a typical person who does not want to make people around him afraid of his anger. Therefore, when emotions he will choose to hug people who he feels he can make a backrest for the future. And, it turns out that person is me.

Pleased? Sure oes. I was a little awkward at first, because even though I'm a cogan fan. I've never been hugged by any man. You could say, Fallden was the first one to hug me.

But over time, I felt ordinary. As if, everything he did had happened in the past. And I memorized everything.

“You're too, hypocrite, Ailena. Please, don't be so hypocritical. This world is cruel, I don't want to see you go by hand carrying a flower basket.” (Death/death)