Married Three Breeding Widow
96. My lantern
Juwita also hopes the same.
So when Abhimanyu woke up soon, Juwita asked everyone to leave him alone with the child. It was also impossible for him to talk about feelings to his own stepmother in front of everyone.
About twenty minutes Juwita waited while massaging Abhimanyu's forehead, she finally woke up.
The sky was dark, and it was night. Juwita hopes he can finish this before going home, and finish Ajeng's business with Adji.
There's still something to be done there, to be honest.
"Drink first." Juwita held out a glass of water, rubbing Abhimanyu's back to let him calm down.
Juwita. Shut up a long time ago, letting Abhimanyu fully realize, while arranging words in his head about what he should say.
It's hard for Juwita because she wants Abhimanyu to stop liking.
"What did you want to say?"
Abhimanyu frowned, as if he could not remember.
"You said you liked me."
Slowly his face pias. Obviously no one wants his secret until it's revealed, let alone about him liking his father's wife.
"Why? I didn't directly tempt you, maybe?"
Abhimanyu.
But Juwita grabbed her cheek, raised that face to look.
It's okay, for God's sake, Juwita doesn't matter if she wants to talk about this. Still better he come, talk, than he gets drunk at school, endangering himself.
"We're doing fine. Finish this up just coming home. Say something if you want to talk."
Abhimanyu looked at him instead, looking down. "Sorry" whispered the boy. "I'm sorry."
Juwita's eyes were hot to hear that.
He immediately pulled Abhimanyu into his arms, crying silently on the child's shoulder.
"No pa-pa. You really like girls." Juwita tried to answer diplomatically so that he did not feel he should not like women.
Abhimanyu held back. And Juwita knows this kid's scared. He knew he had done something wrong.
"Here I am, Bi." Juwita cupped Abhimanyu's cheeks, looking straight at his eyes. "I love you. Very fond of. You, Banyu, Cetta. You three are my darling."
As sister. As a foster child entrusted by Melisa.
"...."
"I don't feel sorry for you, honey. Not pa-pa. Yeah, no pa-pa. I'm sorry you, you please forgive me too. We're temen, huh? Well, Abi, yeah? Okay well, same thing?"
Abhimanyu closed his eyes.
If he likes Juwita then Juwita even told him to stop liking, it must be very painful.
But Juwita thanked Abhimanyu for being mature, nodding his head in gratitude.
"My lanang." Juwita hugged the boy tightly.
Kissing the side of his head between the feeling of fear and worry.
"You're my favorite, the one I'm andelin' the first. So if there's anything, tell me. Honestly, I won't let you."
Abhimanyu mutters. Repeatedly breathing in between Juwita's arms.
No Abhimanyu thought that Juwita would respond like this. Abhimanyu was very angry, worried that Juwita would stay away from him, hate him or even disgust him.
Abhimanyu will try to erase this feeling as soon as possible. Soak it up and realize that the relationship between them is indeed better like this.
"Sorry to you." Abhimanyu mutters. "Gue's afraid you're mad at me."
"I'm angry, boy." Juwita sighed. "I'm really angry. Banget. But denger, yeah. Whatever you are, whatever your behavior if it is wrong, everything can be corrected."
"...."
"So come to me, by the way, we're done together. Okay?"
Juwita ruffled Abhimanyu's hair and smiled.
"Partially if you are not dilapidated, you will never make trouble. Your father is proud of you, Melisa Ma'am, me too, everyone is sure you are pursuing your achievements in school."
"...."
"It's our secret, okay? After this we go home, you rest, tomorrow everything is done, we forget. Okay?"
It may not be that easy, but it should be that easy.
So Abhimanyu nodded, swearing in his heart would not make Juwita disappointed again.
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