My Smart Baby Boy's
Master's Eating Weapon

Arga reluctantly returns to the room, asking for permission to sleep in her mother's room. Naturally, permission was given with pleasure and Anita helped her son fall asleep. Stroking Arga's hair like when the boy was little, Anita said many prayers in every soft caress given.

After Arga fell asleep and was enveloped by her, Anita went out to fetch water for her son the next morning. After all, the young gray pajama woman was also very thirsty after the quarrel with Reno and drained a lot of energy and emotions.

Her steps stopped at several steps, as her two beautiful eyes stared at the living room with the lights still on. There was Reno and Lisa there sitting together, but it was past midnight. "That's it, don't mind!" Anita spoke in her heart.

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Reno turned his head. There was no reprimand from the two, but the man sitting holding some paper was still watching. Anita's eyes dropped, not realizing that the burly man was watching.

"Wait a minute" she told Lisa.

"Well," said Lisa nodding her head.

For some reason eager to catch up with the woman with her beautiful razor hair, Reno could not stop the strong urge within. As if a magnet was pulling him, the dimpled man was never able to resist the current so strongly pulling him.

Instantly he pulled the left hand of the woman filling the drinking water, the waist he pulled closer with the left hand, while the right hand wrapped Anita's hand on the nape of her neck. His lips joined together without a word, pushing slowly until he hit the kitchen table.

Gentle, very soft Anita felt the movement of those lips. It felt warm and different from before when Reno forced it rough. Nah! he could not let this situation last longer, Anita did not want to be drugged and made a mistake once again.

They are not husband and wife, there is no sacred bond with God as a witness. Anita clenched her lips, stopped Reno's tongue and looked at her. "Don't do this again. I don't want to make another mistake in my life" Anita looked into Reno's eyes.

"I want you" Reno said.

"Only a foolish woman will obey without marriage. And enough stupidity that I did," said Anita. "Go, Lisa's waiting for you."

Yes, relationships should not be established without a marriage bond. Stupid if anyone obeys just because of a proof, or just a fear of loss, even lulled sweet words without proof. Anita herself did not allow the beginning of the madness to continue, and became a fool once again.

Choosing to go with a glass of water in hand, Anita did not deny if her heart was turbulent with the heart jumping. Reno fell silent, she really wanted Anita. But her words were like slaps, though she also thought that Anita was very old-fashioned now.

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Tomorrow ....

As early as the morning before, Anita prepared breakfast for Arga. Until now, he never wanted to eat what was made by the chef, and devoured every dish made by the mother. For Arga, nothing can match a cuisine made from the hands of a mother, there is love and love mixed in it.

Tied high hair on the back, busy composing food. While from the stairs, there Reno walks with Lisa— as they usually do. "Surge!" cynical Arga, passing between two people walking in tandem.

"You're not going to the office?!" reno shouted, seeing his son dressed casually in a t-shirt as well as shorts.

Anita hears the scream, leaves the dining room and finds out what happened. For a moment the eyes looked at each other with Reno from a distance, until the woman in white shirt presented a smile to her son and wrapped her hands.

As if they had seen nothing, they both passed. Reno hated that kind of attitude, yet could only close both eyes at a glance, holding back the resentment as much as possible. With Lisa to the dining room, immediately sat down as soon as he arrived. Not reprimanding Anita like a normal day, lips locked together with both eyes turned away.

"This morning, we're looking for a wedding ring?" asked Arga to the mama was arranging food on her plate.

"So, Honey. Will you help me choose?" soft Anita, well listened by Reno.

"I have a good store recommendation if the lady pleases. Their design is very beautiful" Lisa said.

"I sent the number to Young Master Arga's number" Lisa replied.

"Thank you very much" returned a smile given by Anita.

The conversation between the three in the dining room, was clearly heard by Reno. His ears were also very hot, recalling Arga's words about a marriage. Grabbing a cup of black coffee on the table, Reno savored a bit then tossed the white cup onto the floor.

"Who made me coffee today?!" angry Reno, threw a cup of coffee scattered on the floor. Surprised everyone in the dining room, including the waiter lined up there.

"Is something wrong, sir?" polite butler.

"Everybody who cooks today, fire and drive!" the order was firm and went.

"How was the coffee yesterday, sir?! is that also very bad taste?!" raising up Arga's voice to be heard, stopped the steps of the man in black work.

Reno turned her head, Arga remained seated with a focused look at her. "One person makes the same coffee, but only the next time you feel bad. Isn't that weird?" turned low and quiet Arga's voice.

"Shut up!" show Reno to her son.

Arga smiled wryly, he got up from sitting and walked towards Reno. Very calm his steps, yet his eyes were sharply staring. "I won't be silent, when anyone doesn't appreciate my mom's hard work. You know it!" firmly Arga, jerking Reno.

"Ma—you mean ... Anita made coffee?" stammered Reno, answered a thin smile with her son's left eye eyebrow raised.

Anita didn't want any commotion, she stopped her son. However, Arga grabbed her hand and took her away. "We have been expelled" said Arga.

Passing through Reno's body immediately while sculpting, Arga and Anita walked towards the main door. "Wait!" preventably. "Who let you go?!"

Arga turned his head, he smiled fiercely. "You're a real man, aren't you? so, I'm sure you'll never pull a remark. That coffee and that cooking, it was my mama's making."

Reno pecked with wide eyes again, Arga went with Anita in front of both eyes. The right leg was about to step, but it turned heavy as if tens of tons of stuff had hit his leg.

The two people had already come out faster, Reno turned to look towards the butler. "Why didn't you tell me?!" his growl with the eye seeds almost came out.

"I'm sorry, sir." Down the butler.

Reno's right hand was at the waist, one other hand rubbing a rough forehead, continuing into the hair, with both eyes closed. Hissing like a snake, Reno looked frustrated this morning. "I'm going crazy!" objurgation.

Not all cooked by Anita, but the word for all who cook today, is used by Arga as best as possible. Making it as the right reason to get out of the house is more appropriately called hell for his mother.

At the very least, he would no longer see his mother being treated harshly. Last night's events had made Arga think harder, but this morning God was helping her. God had planned ahead of Arga, a plan far greater than what he had thought last night.

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