Married Three Breeding Widow
8. Running Race
I always get up early for sports. He always keeps his body condition prime so as not to get sick easily until old age, because his mind is always about looking after Father and Mother.
Adji was still sleeping when Juwita woke up. Down in sportswear, Juwita went out to run. He put earphones in his ears, listening to music while circling the complex.
Unexpectedly, Juwita meets her stepson.
"Loh, loh, loh." Juwita immediately removed the earphones from her ears. "There's my sweet boy turned out. Run to win again, son?"
Abhimanyu stared hard. "It itself? No rest yet?"
Wah-wah, Juwita from yesterday thought but Adji's children really have a bad relationship. Their talk was so open when they were talking about their own father's sexual relationship.
Their mother must have trouble handling their mischief.
Reply to what, dad?
Juwita walked over, leaning over at her from below but as if mocking from above.
"That's delicious doesn't make you tired. Oh, sori, well, you don't know. Don't have it, huh? Duh, sorry, dad."
Before he went berserk, Juwita had already run, laughing at him.
Thought Juwita, she was going home because it seemed like she had run enough, but it turned out that the boy caught up.
Juwita who realized he was chasing immediately accelerated his run.
The longer it becomes a match, both ogah lose to forget that it is just a casual run in the morning.
Simultaneously, they knelt in front of the house, exhausted.
"Gue hah I won!" Abhimanyu cried out among the roar of breath.
"No, me!" Juwita glared back. "That sat me down first."
"That's up to me first!"
"Nothing! The first one is me!"
"Gue!"
"Buck!" Juwita growling.
Abhimanyu snarled back.
Unaware that Adji is standing on the porch, watching them fight about unimportant things.
"Lo was an athlete?" asked Abhimanyu in a dislike tone.
Juwita who heard there was a certain tone there immediately smirked. "Why? Want to teach you how to hit a ball? Olo, olo, olo. You learned the same wall first well, son. Ten years' worth."
"What did you say?!"
Juwita laughed out loud. "Unless you ask kayak gini 'Beautiful Mom, teach you to play volleyball dong'. I'll teach you later."
"Curvy, whim, whim!"
Juwita's laughter grew louder. "Wahahaha, you useless! If you want to play soccer, first do not be rude first! Blueewk."
But when time turned around and saw Adji there, Juwita immediately gasped.
Abhimanyu turned his head because his papa's new wife stopped laughing. Seeing Adji on the terrace, Abhimanyu gasped, hurriedly standing up.
Of course, Abhimanyu did not miss Juwita's pale expression.
"Saran, Beautiful Mom. If married to a widower who has children, do not ridicule his son in front of his father. Lt's wrong."
Juwita refrained from blasting Abhimanyu's head.
Fucking demon!
Unfortunately, Juwita has no time, as she panics knowing Adji sees her laughing. Mana just now Juwita shouted loudly saying Abhimanyu was useless.
"Anu, that's ...."
Adji raised an eyebrow. "Want breakfast now?"
Eh? There's no slap?
Something like 'useless you, useless girl, ' or 'you said my son is useless?'.
"That's ...."
"Banyu same Cetta hasn't woken up yet. When you are done with the shower, please wake up. Cetta's babysitter just arrived at eight."
Safe, huh?
Juwita heaved a sigh of relief, because at least Adji was not angry.
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