My Smart Baby Boy's
Candor

Not directly bring his son into the house, Reno first took him around the park by running. Anita smiled from a distance, seeing how hard the man's efforts made Arga laugh. And it worked, his son was able to laugh on the wide back of the man who treated himself like a child under five years old.

Entering the house leaving the two, Anita heads to the kitchen to prepare what is needed by the husband. Of course if Reno will fulfill what Arga wants, including cooking for the first time in his life. Preparing the materials, his phone rang from inside the bag he had placed on the same kitchen table.

It was Rara, clearly visible name on her phone screen. Doubts for Anita are raised, leaving until the call is over and back lit up with a call from the same person. It seemed, he had to face whatever it was, not allow himself to be silent and make his son a target.

"What?! How dare you call me after what you did to my son!" anita insists directly.

"I'm pregnant with your husband's child!" said Rara at the end of the call, wide open.both eyes Anita perfect. "Ask Lisa, the two who called me to sleep together at the hotel!"

"What's this lie, Rara? Enough with all your cipher from today! Live each one of our lives and never bother me!" anita.

"You think this is a charade?! Open the message I sent you right now!" said Rara.

Of course it was done by Anita, opened a messaging application and saw there were some pictures sent. It was the result of a screen capture of a message, with the number of the familiar enough on it.

"Have you read it?! Now you know if this isn't a charade?!" said Rara.

"Stop all this! Don't ever mess with my life or my son, or I'll make you so sorry!" anita ended the unilateral call.

Her heart rate was faster than before, both of Anita's legs were weak and the maid immediately supported her body. "Are you okay, Madam?" surprised the servant when the body of his master almost fell. Another servant rushed to get some water.

"No, I'm fine." Anita said, a blank look directed forward until a glass of water made her realize.

The word thank you does not forget to say, take a small sip of water and try to catch your breath to be calmer. No, Reno would never betray her like Vano used to, it was trying to be convinced by Anita from the inside.

The pain of betrayal just came back, about the events of a few years ago, where he caught Rara in a room with Vano. "No. All this is not true, it will never happen again! He's not a guy like Vano, he wouldn't do such a disgusting thing!" anita said reassuringly.

His breathing was still not normal, fear and flashes of the shadow of the past continued to infiltrate without ever being desired. Rara did send a message that she had done with Lisa, where she made an appointment and was immediately contacted by the secretary from Reno. The call list has not been erased, sent by Rara to add evidence.

If the beautiful woman befriended with fear and tears, outside Reno was still with her son and now sat together on a white swing. Pulling repeated t-shirts attached to his body, Reno momentarily gave air to his sweaty hot chest.

"Have I told you that I'm not a child anymore, why are you forcing yourself? papa is old, it's not good to do something like that. Papa wants to not wake up because of a backache?" said Arga noticed her papa.

"You're really heavy!" said Reno gasped for irregular breathing. "Now, carry papa inside!" his dream extended a hand.

"Hehehe, where am I going? papa's body was five times bigger than mine," grinned Arga, but it made Reno carve a smile instead of being annoyed at the body's speech five times larger.

"Smile like that, papa likes it." Reno pointed to the child's lips.

"The new father said to smile! why are you crying now?!" reno Protest.

Arga did not answer, he hugged his father from the side. "Pope, please don't ever change and never leave me like you used to. I want to always be with my mom and dad" the boy wrote in tears.

Reno withdrew her hand, returning the embrace of her son's daei. "I'm sorry for everything you've ever done, it's never going to happen. You will always have a family like any other child, and you will always have a reason to be happy every day. Don't think about anything, just tell papa. We can be friends, right?"

Arga nodded, a hug he made. Don't know why he was so eager to cry and say things he never wanted to say at all. Lips just move, issuing a plea to a person is never allowed to leave his life.

She was afraid, if something happened and made her papa leave. He didn't want it all to repeat itself, and put him at ground zero again. "Don't fight, I don't want you to get hurt and leave me forever."

"Papa didn't promise that. Because definitely will not be able to keep it when someone touches you or mama. Papa will be willing to sacrifice anything for you, including life. But, papa promised to try to always live with you, and forced for God to allow that to happen." Reno rubbed her son's arm.

"Pa ...," call Arga long.

"Hm, the short man still gently rubbed his arms.

"Papa was sweating, and it wasn't good." Arga said, immediately released a hug by Reno.

"Is this how?! you've made papa enter in sincerity, then cast into the coals?!" reno's protests widen eyes.

"It really stinks" said Arga and came down from the swing to strap his nose, leaving his papa alone.

"He! Stop that!" cry Reno. "He's really outrageous!" his gerrick.

Standing up and running after the child, Reno immediately lifted Arga's body and placed it on the shoulder like a person carrying a sack. Protests were not heard, just carried into the house. Anita heard the commotion, wiped away the tears and immediately put on a smile.

"What are you doing? He could fall later!" said Anita looking as she walked.

"Look at this brat, he really liked kicking me down from the sky with his words!" sahut Reno sends down the child.

"My stomach is nauseous, papa lifted me upside down." Arga threw the body onto the sofa, Reno followed soon after.

"ill? is that true? which part?" the man with his hands holding his stomach.

"Hahaha, no!" arga laughs, directly pressed his head using his arms and directs the face to the armpits. Arga protested violently, thrashing with his legs constantly swinging.