Married Three Breeding Widow
17. Types of Stepmothers
"Cetta, let's go home to Papa first, son."
The boy hugged Juwita's neck tightly. "No way."
"Tomorrow to pick up her brother again." Adji tries to pull her, but Cetta insists on hugging Juwita. "Related, Son. Both of Papa. Come on." Come on."
"Aaangg, don't want to. Same Brother."
Juwita chuckled awkwardly. Actually, he himself did not even understand why his stepson even became sticky. It's not like they're very familiar now.
"You're home alone, you know. Come on." Come on."
Cetta put her face on Juwita's shoulder. "Jude, go home with brother."
Cheap as well this kid? It seems that he does not need to be given a super approach, because playing ball was enough to make him like.
"You're going home with Adji" said Dad suddenly. "When do nginep if you want. Or later if Mom comes out new you're nginep together at home."
Juwita saw Mom, frankly wanted to stay longer together. It seemed like a long time ago I had not met.
But since Dad said so, Juwita obeyed. Take his bag to go out with Adji and Cetta who suddenly want to be carried away.
"Why do you like me, hm?" Juwita pinched her nose. "You were expecting me yesterday to be the same. It's really nice now it wants to be carried mulu."
Cetta laughed instead. "Silver scared uler, huh? Dirty."
"Didih, you dare to play small uler too."
"Papa likes the same big uler."
Juwita immediately shuddered, staring at Adji ilfeel. Feeling stared at with an unpleasant highlight, Adji flinched.
"I just hold on. Not like it."
Doubt it. Come to think of it, where did his son Adji have a hobby of keeping snakes if not from him?
"Most kids are hobbies." Adji grimacing. "Melisa used to even keep crocodiles, but the age of two years the culture died. To keep it again, I forbid. He kept the others."
Seriously?!
Uwwah, that woman has a strange taste as it turns out.
*
When Juwita opened the door, the room light was still on.
Abhimanyu was sitting cleaning his volleyball with a wet cloth, while Banyu was sitting in a study chair with his laptop on.
They compact turned their head, but Juwita again put on a face 'not to look around'. Cetta took him to the bed, wrapped him in.
Juwita pulled the curtain of mosquito nets so that she was not too disturbed by the light of the lamp, then turned away.
Of course, Juwita knew both Adji's children were looking at her.
Just as Juwita was about to close the door, Abhimanyu's voice sounded.
"Jewith."
But Juwita deliberately swerved, closing the door without wanting to know what she said.
In the movies, there are two types of mother impersonation. The good, the bad. The evil bully the child, the good bully the child.
Juwita is not both, so he will be good if indeed they must be given a good attitude, ketus if indeed they must be given a tough attitude.
Juwita climbed into the room on the third floor, but was stopped by a family portrait on the second floor wall.
Portet Melisa stood in the middle of the four men, only being the sole owner of the smile. Adji's face is flat, Abhimanyu's face looks upset, Banyu's face is sleepy, and Cetta is dumb.
Happy families.
Juwita closed in, feeling she had to pray for the peace of Melisa's soul there. No matter how her son is so sontoloyo, this woman is still Juwita's life saver.
"Your son can't be loved like you, brother." Juwita nodded politely. "But I will take care of."
Inside the room, Adji was waiting for him. He sat on the bed, silent until Juwita finished her bath.
"Tomorrow I don't have to go to the office?" adji asked after a long silence.
"Why?"
"Later you'll have a fuss about Cetta herself. I haven't got a babysitter."
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