Mamy Sugar
Misjudged

"So.." I hung up my words while trying to scratch my brain again. Logically, I have revealed my special relationship with Mom. Maria.

I let out a long sigh and chose to immerse my face in the wheel of the car.

"Why don't you say it!" my grumbling who began to fret thinking about Mami who would immediately attack me with questions bertubi.

" I mean well, I want you to get an award from your family" explained the mother. Maria, please please me. " Let them not worry about his son out there"

Ma'am. Maria stroked my back.

The fragrant Vanilla and rose bushes arrived - it filled my nose, this fragrance is very soft and feminine. The restless feeling that had struck just now seemed to evaporate at that moment. My buayaku soul slowly wriggled wanting to participate in the relatively conducive state of the moment.

A plain petite face figure without makeup with dangling hair, caught my gaze perfectly. The aroma grew stronger as I raised my head and moved forward towards it.

"Are you ashamed to marry me?" mom's voice. The sweet Maria as always makes me wonder what she moans like.

Actually he has a point, if he dressed up like a mother - mother like in the office. But if the current one isn't at all.

"Can I kiss mom?" I ventured closer to the woman who now looked younger in front of me.

Both of Mary's eyes were patterned for a moment, but were soon covered with plain eyelids without a bandage of eyeshadow.

" In order for me to be sure of my decision, do I not have that right?" My buayaku mouth is starting to take over.

Maria seemed to wrinkle her two natural eyebrows, as if she was fighting with a mind that might be reluctant to compromise.

"I'm sorry I paid you, but I don't mean I'm an easy woman" she replied with a confident smile that made my guts recede and change with respect automatically.

" It can change if you want"

I did not answer and chose to retreat regularly from my position, looking back at the long highway in front of us. There was a clear creeping shame on my face that was slowly meeting red.

"I'm a female?" my inner "Older woman and not my type" lamented with a snort of surrender. But now he's a little bit of my type.

Maria's hand reached for my finger that was still curled at the wheel.

"I'm sorry, I have limits not condescending intentions" Maria said with an intonation that can always bring instant peace and tranquility.

I just nodded quickly and immediately drove forward the car, joining the heavy traffic crowd.

"Why did you come - you wanted to kiss her?" my mind began to fight Will less beautiful attitude a moment ago. "but.." I looked at the figure of Maria who began to busy checking something on her phone. "she really does not look 30s at this time, he is not looking at the age of 30, try if he dans and like this every day"

"How about I just call Mary on the outside" my buayaku brain turns out to have guts again.

"Not a bad thing" Maria replied without expression and was still busy with the tablet in hand.

"I wonder what kind of relaxed mom is that?"

"hmmm, like everyone else"

Maria snorted for a moment "This Sunday I'm at home, You can stop by"

"Can?"

Maria nodded and turned her gaze out the window.

****

"I want to get married.." Maria did not want to waste time wasting time on her purpose to come.

"Ah... Candidate?"

The man's lentil finger touched my shoulder slowly, while observing from top to bottom and for a moment going around.

" Why don't you look for something better, less of anything" said the man, who slightly hurt my self-esteem.

He's also not more handsome than me, he might have trouble counting how many women are already flabbergasted by my good looks. My body is clearly more robust and macho than he is. I'm sure that today he I'm tempted, must be subdued. Not with Mary who is still cold and bland like the north pole.

"The goal is not that" Maria pulled me to sit on the couch with her, perhaps a sign that she was starting to warm up.

"If you are looking handsome, I can order mannequin only" he chanted even though it makes me stiff. But the man started laughing.

" you can arrange all the preparations, two Weeks Can you?"

The man, whose name was Alberto, narrowed his eyes and began to draw closer to Maria. The direction I was in was quite surprised by the two-week word from Maria's mouth.

" Was fast?" Ask us at the same time.

Mary breathed deeply - deeply

" Simplified, maybe about 20 or 50 invitations, I don't want to get too tired in the party "Mary doesn't care about our questions at all.

"Photographer choose a good, pre-wedding before the event starts"

" So sure of this?" Alberto looked at me suspiciously "You're not on the same pellet that guy is, are you?" the question was without whispering, irritating me.

Shouldn't I be the one feeling in the pellets. Wouldn't I be young and have a bright future, if not Papi. But, if you go back to Papi now I will marry Melissa, the angel witch. Hiii..

"Have a son!!!" this time I screeched as I grabbed Maria closer to me. "we love at first sight" I began to defend myself which Maria never did. "I'm quite handsome, Maria herself admits it"

"The background is also good, there's no reason I don't like it" this time Maria started to side with me.

I moved my lower lip, trying to make it clear I was competent to be Mary's companion.

"So it seems..." Alberto began to give up, but his gaze was still difficult to recede from my suspicions.

"You shouldn't have to divorce, Antonio's husband is hard"

Alberto started leaving us and went to his desk.

Antonio's... That name why it sounds so familiar. The name is indeed a market in many conversations, but I believe I had known someone by that name ahir - ahir this. Kira - guess where...

"Tomorrow directly check the catering and fitting clothes can be?"

"Can" Mary replied without asking me first.

Kriy..

" Antonio's... Baldovino...What's up darling?" Alberti answered the voice across with great affection.

Aaa.... I just remembered who that guy was... Is she really Maria's ex-husband?