My Son and My First Love
My Daddy's

With an adorable smile, the foreign girl looked at Stefan's face, then moved to look at Mario, as well as Gina, alternately.

"Aunty, don't take my Daddy," the girl flicked her lips as if she was holding back a cry.

Gina shook her head slowly then approached the little girl. Kneeling to equalize their height. After all, this little girl was innocent. "Ma .. afkan Aunty, but ... Daddy you belong to Aunty baby!"

"Nooooo! .. does not belong to aunty, Daddy is mine and Mommy." cried the boy, angry.

Gina had no power to stem the tears that were now spilling because of the pity for the little boy who was in need of the affection of his daddy.

He then approached Stefan and pulled the man's shirt collar rough. "Ba .. ji .. ngan, you" he said, right in front of Stefan's face, which only returned an innocent smile on her husband's face and of course made Gina more emotionally ignited, she squeezed the collar back. "I'll take Arsen away from you."

"Emmmmm. Looks like .. You two have to finish the family drama. I don't have to watch it. Gina, you'll soon realize who has love for you and who doesn't." Mario left from there with his evil smile.

"Daddy ... don't go (go)."

Degh ...

Mario who had walked a few steps had to stop.

"Uncle, did he know my daddy?" the little girl looked up at Stefan.

"really so. He's your Daddy!" answer Stefan.

Soon the sweet child ran towards Rio and hugged the man's leg. "Dad, don't leave me again. I miss you so much, Dad." (Dad, don't leave me again. I miss you so much, Dad.)

Degh ...

Mario who had been standing straight with a straight forward view, now lowered his gaze looking down at the little girl.

'Why am I called daddy?' looking at the boy, in disbelief.

While Gina, the collar of the shirt that she had just squeezed tightly, was now slowly released. Now she looked at her husband with a guilty look and was only replied with a flat gaze from the husband.

While outside the VIP room, stood two women of different generations. "Come, comein. Rio will soon realize that my grandson is his daughter if he sees you, Jeni. Don't just cry here."

"No. If he sees me, he'll be very angry. I'd better not meet him. I'm .. very scared."

"Stefan, are you using this little girl to threaten me? What kind of cheap trick is this?"

"Yes? You don't recognize your own daughter Rio? He even knows you."

"Hey, little boy, let me go. I'm not your Daddy. Hmm?"

The child tightened his embrace while shaking strongly.

"If you don't know the boy, then what about his mother?"

Tap tap tap tap tap.

A hasty step from two pairs of legs entered the room.

Mario is very surprised to see the two women he knows come together, with different faces. One seemed to have already ignited the flames of anger, while the younger woman stepped up with her head bowed, terrified.

"Mommy ...!" the little girl took off her arms and ran towards the woman she called Mommy.

While another woman, continued to step towards Mario and unceremoniously slapped the handsome face of the man. "Your insolent man well, mama educated you well and thought you grew up to be a flawless man, turns out you're a jerk, Orland Mario,"

"Ma .. I -"

PLAQUES

Back the madam slapped her son with more vigor than before.

"Daddy ...!" The boy ran back to Mario. "Glendma, don't hit my Daddy." (Grandma, don't hit my dad.) The boy stretched out both hands, preventing the grandmother from hitting her father again.

He begged his new grandmother to stop beating his father.

Hearing the little princess' defense of him, Mario felt his bones plump. Is this little girl really her daughter? Has he been neglecting his own flesh and blood? Knowing Jeni is the mother of this boy, makes Mario feel a little admit that it might be true that this little girl is his daughter who he once asked Jenni to throw away when he was just growing up in the womb.

'Throw the kid away. Don't ever see me again. You're a poor woman who doesn't deserve to be pregnant with my son' that line is very clear in Rio's memory. That's what he told Jeni 5 years ago after throwing a check in her face.

Brugh.

Mario's body now knelt perfectly before the little girl, unable to say anything.

"Dad, don't cry." (Dad, don't cry) the little boy's hand was a tear in his father's face.

"Darling, Daddy you're naughty. He dumped you and Mommy. So he had to be hit. Hmm," the grandmother knelt down near her son and granddaughter.

"Nooo, don't hit Daddy. Glendma, I love Daddy." hugged Mario to protect him. "Daddy, I love you .. I love Daddy. Daddy don't throw me and Mommy away again," the little boy cried a mouthful with his tightening embrace.

Right now only the sobs of the 4-year-old little girl were heard. The adults around him just watched with a haru feeling of course.

"Ehmm. Rio, I don't have to watch your family drama, so I'm leaving. Please think back to what I said."

Not to forget also Stefan said thanks to the mother of Mario for coming to this restaurant and witnessed for himself how low his son's behavior was.

"Hey ... Princess, from now on, play with your Daddy. Hm? And remember that aunty belonged to uncle. Not your Daddy's. Don't be sad anymore" Stefan told the little boy as he ruffled his hair.

"Jen, please teach your daughter the correct Indonesian language. Otherwise, his daddy's gonna have a hard time talking to him." Stefan then stepped away, dragging his wife roughly.

'Geek, why do I feel like I said, he's angry?''

"Lake in." Stefan slightly pushed Gina to get into the car.

'Don't have to push me, I'll come in too. Why is he being rude?'

"Papa Arsen, I-I"

"Silent. We continue at home. Don't say anything now."

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Seriate.