Mr. Kades' Secret Wife
CHAPTER 07. Like Father Like Son's

"The child is funny, surely his father regretted leaving his funniest son."

HAHAHAHA I again laughed wickedly again, because the child he meant was his own son, I glanced at Gibran, he fell asleep in my sling, it was good that he did not need to see his real father.

"Still far away sir?"

"Call Mas only, I'm also not far from the Gea deck."

Disgusted, lazy, fed up, ah I feel like I want to instantly crush this one guy, logically and literally, literally, no man can stand long before the man he hates unless he inherits two-faced knowledge.

And I think I just inherited it, another said in my heart, I really hate it and want to quickly destroy it.

"Ehm-"

"Why?"

"No-no, my husband" I replied slowly.

Finally this sentence is said, what the hell? I call him Mas? Dear Ozan!

"It's not far away, in front of it has entered the village border."

I didn't answer any more, it was a bit lazy to talk to him and I wanted to get to the village, the cobbled, steep and steep streets, make me think, ' he said, does this fucking guy want to do cod tranks with the angel of death by getting me involved?

Because he drives casually while on our right and left it's a canyon imagine, if Mas Ozan ehm Mr Kades Argh! This fucking guy whined a little bit is definitely our stay name.

Shortly after the pric, boring chat, I realized this guy was very smart looking for a topic and was being sweet, was that the sweet attitude he showed while seducing my brother's virginity?

Hid.

Our motorbike both entered the rural area, very beautiful and green reminding me of my old village. The streets around the village are still land but around it there are many houses.

Even the residents have gone back to activities there, there are those who sunbathe chocolate seeds because it is around this village is a brown forest and there are also those who are busy with their own activities.

Everything seemed fine, before Mr. Kades this one often stopped when in greeting residents and every stop he would chat at length which I was not in the mood to listen to him.

From the direction of the chat, some residents use Indonesian although the regional dialect is still clear, does this one village head train their citizens to speak Indonesian in everyday conversation?

"Change."

Mr. Kades stopped his vehicle in front of an old man who had bent his way.

"Where did he come from?" ask Mas Ozan Ehm Pak Kades on the Mbah-Mbah.

He replied, he looked at me sharply as if planning something to see me coming, but passed without returning the greeting of Mr. Kades.

Mr. Kades got on the bike back, then ran it to the house of the people I was going to live in.

"That's Mbah Sudarsono, he's the elder in this village, because he's the one I'm the head of the village, he's so impressed not friendly but he's a good person."

For the class of Tetuah Village, from his attitude just now I think his attitude is really moral.

I was just beroh-ria, lazy to reply to the conversation, silent again until Mr. Kades' motorbike arrived at one of the houses.

"It's up, please Dek Gea, I'm intervening."

Mr. Kades dropped my suitcase and took it to the porch of the resident's house.

"Assynogaal?"

"Waalaikumsalam, eh Nak Ozan, enter-ki son, old again not come to the house."

An old woman with her Makasaar-typical accent came out from there, smiling and friendly.

"Iyek, Tabe Mak, this is the student who will do the practice and evaluation in our village, if we had talked yesterday with the village trap, he would have stayed at Mak's house, some time."

Mr. Kades explained to the figure of the old mother he called Mak, The old mother responded kindly.

"Awfe! I'm very happy - I think Nak, because Mamak is not accompanied here, alone since his father Arif died, then Arif now migrated to the city," replied the mother sumringah. "Who's the name-ta son?"

The question was directed at me, but I hung around for a while.

"Don't understand?"

"Ehm, I understand Kok Bu, I happen to be also a native of Makassar, Mom."

I smiled a little. "Include Mom, my name is Gea, and this is my son Gibran, maybe we'll trouble you some time, okay, ji Bu?"

My Makassar login came out already, and this one Mr. Kades can only stare cengo.

"Call Mak only, Mak's name is Saharia, nothing, let Mak have his friend," replied Mak Saharia.

How friendly the residents here, while we were busy chatting Gibran seemed to open his eyes and mendehem slowly.

"Hoam"

"Gibran, are you awake?" I looked at Gibran.

"Mama?"

Gibran looked directly at Mr. Kades. "Mama, is he my dad, is he the same face?"

"Ehm-"

Ow hell! Gibran-Gibran just woke up You've asked a question that really makes Mama dizzy.

"Ehm, not Nak, this is Om Ozan, he is Mr. The village chief here, Papa Gibran is a bad man," I replied accordingly.

I deliberately suppressed the bad guy's words and glanced at Mr. Kades, it seemed that my upbringing this time wrongly instilled hatred towards Gibran.

"But Mak look around, the Gibran there is a similar vat to Mr. Kades, like the father's son," said Mak Saharia.

Glug.

I swallowed my saliva slowly. The fact that Gibran's face inherited the face of Mr. Kades as his biological father is undeniable.

"Sir, you can, maybe just by chance," replied Mr. Kades staring at Gibran deeply.

Mr. Kades's face seemed to look far away, I don't know what he was thinking but his feelings were not good after this.

"Well, if Arif said that uh, is that his name deh, I forgot-mi, it's English, Like Father Like Drone," replied Mak Saharia increasingly making me cry.

"Like Father Like Son, Mak," said Mr. Kades with a sweet smile.

It's hypocritical that if I say his smile does not contain poison, it's appropriate that from now on the village girls here are shaking and gushing as me and Mr. Kades pass by.

"Yaudah then, I went back first well Mak, deck Gea, had to go back to the village office," Mr. Kades' voice surprised me.

"Eh, yes sir, thank you for bringing me here" I replied smilingly.

Actually I don't need to thank you? He offered to take me.

Mr. Kades smiled then pinched Gibran's cheek. "Bada Gibran, Om go first yeah."

DEFILED! MY SON'S FACE WAS TOUCHED BY HIM! ARGHHHH! Stay calm I act like nothing happened.

"Drug-"

Plis Gibran don't answer that don't answer that.

"Bad as well as Om."

Ah Gibran when will you side with your mama?

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