
Yoyo was just stunned and speechless to hear the sad story of his master. Yoyo has not yet gotten the right word to comment on A win's story. He could only rub Binbin's head with a feeling of pity.
A win was silent too. Telling the bitter past is tantamount to opening up the old wounds he has suffered almost a year ago. His eyes looked at the two men in front of him. Yoyo who was rubbing Binbin's head gently, and Binbin who seemed to be about to fall asleep because of the soft touch on his head made him sleepy. The rumble that had been present on his chest also gradually left, as the eyes looked at the interaction of two different men of that age.
"It looks like Binbin wants to sleep, let me prepare milk first," said A win. Unaware that his leg was injured, A win immediately stood up. "Awh! Ouch!"
Yoyo immediately turned his head in shock. "Miss why?"
A win grimaced while rubbing the ankle of one of his sore legs. "I forgot my leg hurt. Just stand up to get some milk."
"Let me take the milk, please" said Yoyo, and she stood to the table by the child's bed and began to mix the milk. It didn't take time, the milk was ready and he immediately gave it to the young boy that year. "The milk, champ?"
"Thank you, Om," Binbin replied somewhat muttering as he was already very sleepy. The little boy just sipped the bottle of milk with his eyes starting to shut.
Yoyo smiled, then he turned to look at his ankle. "Here, I help you with the massage, Miss," Yoyo offered to help seeing A win like a hard time massaging her legs.
Yoyo shifted closer towards the sofa where A win was. While the woman straightened her sore leg and the other leg rested on the floor. Because the legs are somewhat stretched, automatic loose clothing a win that is over the knee length, the bottom slightly rises to the waist. Of course, what was behind the clothes was visible.
Automatically, Yoyo who sat on the floor with his face facing a win, saw clearly the beautiful scenery that was accidentally presented before him. With a hand massaging A win's ankle slowly, Yoyo's eyes were glued to the scene before her eyes. Although it is a bit black, but for men, it is still beautiful. While the owner of the beauty, his eyes closed while grimacing to endure the pain due to Yoyo massage. He did not realize that the man who was massaging his legs was also looking at his own.
Tito is in the entertainment and shopping center with A moy and Zoe. After visiting her parents, Zoe whines to stop by. A moy who could not bear with Zoe's whining, finally granted her son's request. What else A moy knows, he rarely has free time for his son.
And this is where they are now. In one sayu shopping center that looks very crowded by visitors. Maybe because of the weekend, the place is currently so very crowded, that Zoe's body was garus Tito carrying on his shoulders.
"Mom, look, Zoe! Zoe is so tall!" exclaim the five-year-old with his joy.
"Ah yes," replied A moy. "But the heart of hearts! Hold on tight, Zoe's gonna fall."
"Ready, Mom. Nih Om Tito's handrails," Zoe replied while showing her hand link in Tito's hand that raised one. "Om, we're going to the center of the game!"
"There's upstairs," A moy replied.
"Oh, okay! Yuk road kit!" exclamation Tito.
"Ready!" sahut Zoe loudly and they immediately left. While A moy was only able to shake his head for a while while smiling, then he caught up with two other men of that age.
"Om, Mommy missed!" zoe a few minutes later.
Tito's footsteps suddenly stopped and turned around. "Well, Mommy doesn't look like Zoe!" the eyes of the two men of different ages immediately look for A moy among many people.
"That's it!" exclaim Zoe. "Mommy!"
A moy who had already seen the whereabouts of his son immediately smiled and immediately stepped up following Zoe.
"Gahaha ... Mommy was left behind," Zoe chuckled as soon as A moy was in front of her.
"Yes, Mommy missed out. Zoe the path is very tight," A moy pura sulked.
"Haha ... Om, Mommy's hand is held by Om as well, so Mommy does not miss it again!"
The deg!
Tito and A moy immediately looked at each other in shock.
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