Married Three Breeding Widow
11. Her Repot is Taking Care of Little Children
"Dude." Banyu chewed gum while looking at the street from outside the bus they were riding to their respective schools. "What's weird, anyway?"
Abhimanyu did not answer, but agreed.
Not happy to have a new wife. Merely, how did ya say it? Adji looks ... no longer looks frustrated.
Even though yesterday, Adji looks difficult to accept reality.
Whether Abhimanyu or Banyu, both are bad boys but not stupid. They can realize that Adji is secretly desperate because of Mama's death. Their family who from the beginning was indeed quieter became more and more lonely because of the departure of the woman.
But, ever since Juwita came, Adji isn't as sad as yesterday.
Though it is clear he is not interested in Juwita as the opposite sex.
"Lo don't pa-pa if he really deket same Papa?"
Abhimanyu stared flat at the crowded ceiling of the bus. It flashed how the girl who was only six years apart from him mocked Abhimanyu as a loser.
"Something."
"Gue won't." Banyu muttering. "Never will."
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Juwita plopped onto the sofa after everyone left, leaving her and Cetta.
It's exhausting taking care of others. Much more tiring than taking care of his parents, because they are strangers and Juwita does not know what to do.
Moreover, they suck.
But, well, if this could help Mom and Dad, Juwita wouldn't be so complaining.
"Cetta, watch TV with Sister."
Juwita jumped from her seat, forced to search because the boy did not answer.
"Cetta? Where are you?"
Duh, Juwita even forgot that child was also a little devil. Hurriedly he ran, looking for fear that he had fallen or worse drowned somewhere.
But it didn't. The boy was in the toy room.
"Darling, what else?"
Cetta's banging a plane with her toy bus.
Well, if he's busy playing, Juwita doesn't think it's a problem.
Juwita sat watching, although for a long time he was bored. When Juwita almost slept, Cetta knew it had disappeared.
Juwita sat down again, waited until she was sleepy, and once again she was gone.
"Duh, you, no." Couldn't he be tied to a pole?
Cetta ran while holding the ball. Juwita screamed hysterically as the boy threw the ball away, almost hitting the vase on the table.
"Next don't throw, son. Duh, come out. Play ball outside."
"No way!" Cetta dodged, frustrating Juwita.
The sound of laughter in the back rang out from Cetta's newly arrived nanny. "That's it, Ma'am. When Mom still there also wants to play ball in the house."
Juwita patted the forehead. But if he does not learn patience, Juwita could be crazy next year.
"Cetta, like the ball, son? Whose favorite?"
"Calonaldo!"
"Ronaldo?" Juwita clucked as if underestimating. "Like Rolando?"
"Cetta likes Ronaldo!"
"Rolando plays his ball on the pitch. You are at home. It's not Rolando."
Cetta pouting.
"Exit, yuk. I'm showing you how to play Ronaldo."
Do not underestimate the physical ability of Juwita who is trained since SD. He has been in and out of various clubs at will. So the origin is not against the professionals, Juwita is confident.
Cetta ran to follow him out. Finally want to play ball with Juwita on her brother's volleyball court.
But ... playing with a boy is very boring.
Juwita even wanted to run when Cetta was still very excited.
Is this how it feels to have a child? Juwita feels forced to like what they like when they actually do not like it.
"Rest, yuk. Drink first."
"No want. Again. I guess that's it again."
Juwita really wanted to run away.
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