My Little Baby belongs to Young Master Arogan
92. CHAPTER 92 - ALAN DARLING!

5 Years passed.

"Good morning boys" said a young woman named Metha. He entered class B filled with children aged 4 and 5 years. He works as a new honor teacher at a well-known kindergarten in the area.

"For MOTHER!" exclaimed his protege stood up and answered his greeting cheerfully. Except for one boy back there who was sitting quietly.

"Before going to school today, you're already at breakfast, haven't you?" ask Metha.

"IT'S MOTHER!!" they answered in unison and again only the boy was silent. It's been a few days Miss Metha taught in class B1, the kid in the corner still doesn't speak a word.

"Yeshaa!" call one student.

"Hmmm... why?" ms. Metha asked kindly and always smiled sincerely.

"Today what?"

"Let's see what we learn today." Metha opens her schedule.

"Let's get the kids in their gym clothes, we'll do our morning gymnastics together outside the classroom."

"Yeah! Asiks!"

"Mother toyoong!"

Metha immediately helped all her little proteges wear their clothes. Children born into rich families. Sometimes spoiled, cheerful, nosy, whiny, slurred, disciplined and some are independent. There was only one quiet student in his chair.

"Come morning gymnastics - morning in yuar!" exclaim they left Metha and the handsome boy. They without aba - aba has lined up neatly. Everyone is born genius and adorable.

"Al, let's help Mommy wear her clothes." Metha took out a sports shirt from her toad bag.

"Here stand, let Mother wear it," said Metha but her little disciple shook his head.

"Loh Al is sick again so don't want to go out?" Metha touched his forehead but the temperature was normal.

"Try the same story Mother, Al want what?"

"Grandmother," she said softly and the two pretty eyes began to look glassy.

"Wanna go home?" metha asked and was given a nod. Metha pulled out one chair, sitting nearby.

"Al, after school, Mommy will definitely call Grandma. Now don't crybaby ya, nih wear his clothes continue to join friends." The boy nodded in persuasion to the beautiful woman. Metha changed her clothes. He was so happy to hear the soft and funny sound of that one word. She specifically held her small hand out of the classroom.

"Darling!" call one girl.

"Eh, his name's Alan not Ayang, El." Metha reprimanded the three-year-old girl who was not yet fluent in calling the letter (L).

"Ey's right Mother! Namanyah ituh Ayang!" he said very chatty.

"Hahaha.." another disciple's laughter was amused at hearing that word. Some thought he was mocking and liked Alan. The little son of Nara and Ezra was soon 5 years old. The only student who is handsome in class B1 and much admired by girls for always giving sweet lyricin. One of the trick that is very simple. Just imagine when adulthood can attract thousands of women from the glance of his death.

"Alan!" alan's protest kicked his leg.

"Yaaaaa ituh Ey said, your name is Ayang!" reply El racked waist. His full name is Noel Bastian. Shrewd and lots of behavior.

Before the headmaster heard there was a commotion, Metha stroked the two children. "Oh yes, you are at peace - well, not enemies - enemies. Okay?"

"Good Mother!" noel said smiling cheerfully. Alan was just pouting.

A few hours passed, and the time for school came. The children were partly picked up and left only two students in front of the class who were none other than Alan and Noel. Seeing that the two children had not yet returned home, he took her into the office.

"No masayahh!" noel said. Metha sat back in her chair and began reading reports from children who did not attend school.

"Heyy!" call Noel slide a little next to Alan.

"You want bisukyit??" tawel Noel

Metha laughed amusedly at the sight of the child near - near the floundering Alan unwillingly. Noel looked for his snacks in the bag again.

"You want cokeyiat?"

'Puftt, it's so funny.' Metha's laughter in my heart.

"Chocolate!" said Alan straightened out.

"That's right! This cokeyiat! Rasaniyah nyus sekayihhh!"

"Let's open the mouth, aaaaa...."

Anxious, Alan brushed off the chocolate in his little hand.

"God....." The contents of the office broke out hearing Noel's cry being - so it was because his chocolate had fallen to the floor.

"Metha! What's going on?" The headmaster came out of his room.

"Sorry, Mom! I'll take them out immediately." Metha held Noel and held Alan whose face was as flat as a wall.

"Huwaa... heee." cried Noel.

"Oh, how's this?" mumbled Metha was trying to calm the girl. While Alan was sitting sweetly watching Metha giving toys but Noel still whining. Suddenly her crying faded after someone called her name.

"Noel dear."

"Huwee's.... Mamih!" His short legs ran staggering towards his mother who came alone to pick him up. She is still young and beautiful despite being pregnant with her second child.

"Miss Melly, I don't know how to appease little lady, please forgive my mistake" Metha said.

"It's okay, Noel is like this, like his whining father," Melly joked with a small smile, then her eyes turned to the little boy standing next to Metha.

"Hey, handsome, what's his name?" tanya Melly felt the boy was very similar to someone.

"Darling, Mamih!"

'Huh?' Melly was surprised to hear Noel's answer, who no longer whines in her cradle.

"I'm sorry, her name" Metha wanted to straighten out but someone came calling her son.

"Alane! Here baby!"

'Nara?' Melly turned around immediately. He comes face to face with the young woman who is now shocked as well, but as quickly as Nara casts her eyes.

"Yamaa!" Alan jumps into Nara's arms because Bu Mayang is still working. She also just got home from college and accidentally met Melly at school.

"Hey, Nara. How are you?" ask Melly to come closer but Nara just says, "Well." Then take Alan away. Melly looked down slowly to see Nara move away. Metha there also say goodbye to enter the office again.

"Nara, at least don't stay away from me either." Inner Melly with a sad look.

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