Married Three Breeding Widow
86. Lo Beautiful
"Hello, my Cahku." Juwita immediately called her first stepson as soon as the call was connected. "Where are you? How come you haven't come home?"
"Exercise."
"That's six o'clock this, baby. Not training at home just after eating?"
".... No, I'm busy."
Juwita frowned, instantly insensitive that Abhimanyu was in a bad mood. Wh why? Any more problems with his schoolmates?
Yes, the tournament in plain sight. Maybe because of that.
"Jaudah, spirit well. Proteins are just as acidic as amines don't forget."
"Hm."
"Buh."
"Hm."
Juwita tilted her face in astonishment. It has also been a long time not to talk to his stepson with a lazy tone like this.
"So he said rehearsal, Mas." Juwita returns to the dining table, sitting next to Adji and Cetta. "It's late. I'll prepare food for him myself."
"What time do you say you're home?"
"No."
Because the first Sontoloyo is not a bad boy who likes to come home late to play, Adji is also not too worried. The only reason Abhimanyu came home late was definitely about volleyball, so it was not an activity that anyone needed to reprimand.
Only, Juwita was secretly worried. Abhimanyu was escorted to school, but still Ajeng was crazy. And even if not, Abhimanyu's lethargic tone just now made him anxious.
As a result, Juwita waited on the porch with Banyu to make sure his stepson came home.
"My HP is with you or Papa?"
"Emang why?" ask Banyu protectively.
"Well, when I don't use HP, Banyu? Helo, what era is this? Monkey-kah time?"
"Buy another new one."
Juwita pulled jambang Banyu until the boy screamed. "No, no, your Papa's money is a lot. Buy-beli-beli-buy. Finding money is hard."
Banyu rubbed his crest. "Keep Papa work for what if he does not dipake his money, begoo?!"
"Yes a lot!" juwita keki spray. "Make Mama Papa, make a new business, make nyumbang people can not afford. You already have a big house, eat up to you every day, still arbitrarily."
Juwita shook her head.
"Just be sure if you go to college. I said to Papa, Abi and Banyu can not be given pocket money. Self-employment for money."
Banyu only snorted, no longer replying to anything.
There was a moment of silence between them. Juwita applying her body telon oil repels mosquitoes, but the invited one is even Cetta.
"Sister, Cetta wants to play."
The boy sat on Juwita's lap, looking for a snug position while playing with the iPad in his hand.
Indeed, for them, Juwita is just a tool.
If it's not a cooking aid, it's a sitting aid.
"Oma said she wanted to teach you English. Why play, huh?"
"Udah."
"What old? Did Oma say you ran away?"
Cetta's cheeks became the months of Juwita's hands. Pinched at will while the child only grimaced a little, focusing on the screen.
"Jewith." Suddenly, Banyu called out to him.
His voice was rather serious, so Juwita replied without a joke. "What?"
"Do you like Papa?"
"meaning?"
"Yes that."
Juwita tilted her face, had not understood. But a while later Juwita understood and laughed a little.
"You don't like where I want to take care of you, boy."
Juwita ruffled Banyu's hair, feeling funny because the boy was even thinking about a business that he thought was none of his business.
Indeed well, this child's behavior is the most headache, but he is also the most thought.
"I mean," Banyu brushed off his hand slowly, holding onto Juwita's wrist without hurting her, "you don't feel like you can get a cat your age?"
"Hm?"
"Yes, you ...."
"Hm?"
Juwita's smile spread wide, bringing her face closer to Banyu until the child retreated.
"Hmmmmmm? What am I, my dear? I what, hmmmmm?"
Banyu looked at her annoyed at once helplessly. "Lo—"
"I whataaaaaaa? Say dong is clear. Come on, come on, come on. Say the obvious."
Banyu clucked in annoyance. Pushing his shoulders to sit up straight again. "Lo is beautiful" said she ogah-ogahan.
Juwita immediately cheered in excitement.
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