My Son and My First Love
Stay with me

After several times trying to press the Interphone button or alarm, finally Mario managed to ask for help, now all three just need to wait for help.

"Daddy, Mommy, Given's scared." - Keep drowning his face and hugging his daddy's neck tightly.

"Not to be afraid, dear, someone else will help us." - Mario calmed her daughter.

"Jen, are you also going to keep hugging me?" - asked Mario, intending to turn that gripping atmosphere into a bit of a positive aura.

"Is my embrace so distracting?" - Jenni loosened her embrace, but was held in reflex by Mario's hand.

"I mean, you don't have to let go. Just hug me. That's better." - gazing meaningfully, in the darkness that's only illuminated by the light of a cell phone.

"Thank you!" - said Jenni, gave a look, then smiled spoiledly.

"What's wrong with your face? Just this time you smiled this good."

"Mario, what if this elevator falls free? Can you save the three of us?"

"You are, have you been watching a lot of action dramas lately?"

"Mario, I smiled out of fear. I'm afraid you won't get to see my smile if we're okay."

"Jenn, don't be afraid. We were just trapped in the elevator. Not in a ghost cave."

"Mario! Don't scare me." - Hold a hug, which makes Mario smile ignorantly but also happy.

'Wait 'wait! Just now he admitted that he wanted me to see his last smile? Jenn, what ...your heart is softening now?' mario's mind, saying free.

Lights on..

This time, no blinking makes the heart deg-degan again.

Ting!

The elevator door finally opened.

"I'm sorry for your inconvenience to our hotel, sir!" - technicians and hotel employees lined up neatly and lowered their heads, apologizing sincerely for representing Mr. Kim the owner, who does not even know of this error.

"It's okay! No one wants this to happen. After all, nothing happened to my wife and son" Mario responded, kindly.

"Darling, let's go home." - Embracing his wife's slender waist. The Given? The girl was asleep in her arms.

'He looks humble this time. Usually he would get angry if something went wrong.! Wait, he called me darling in front of those people? Gawat, why do I feel good thinking about it?'

Arrive at home.

Given woke up so asked to be taken down from Mario's sling.

"Jen, let me take her to her room. You just go to the bathroom and get some rest."

"Emmmmm. Mario, but he, he wants me to take a bath, because he's wetting the bed."

"Let me do it. There, go!"

Jenni complied. Now he really enjoyed the warm shower from the shower.

Her memory goes back to the party a few hours ago, where the wives including mistress Kim and Gina, proudly told her about them with the husband. While Jenni, she is just a listener without being able to say anything, but she is not a quiet woman and is fluent in their language.

"What from now on, am I putting aside my ego and getting on good terms with it? But, what ... will I feel happy? Oh, my God, I don't want to be hurt. What if he had once betrayed like a papa, wounded me and Given." - unknowingly, the tears came down along with the showwer raining, along with his cheeks.

The misfortune for misfortune that he had once felt, is now coming back to memory. Starting from the affair of the father then died, fell poor, the mother who slowly became stressed and eventually had to become a patient Crazy, Mario who dumped him with contempt. All of that still seems to leave trauma for Jenni and He was crying, crying and crying as much as possible. Until the end ...

Tok tok, tock,

"Jenn, is it still a shower?"

"Mario?" - As soon as he washed his face again. Her feelings were now a little pompous after shedding those damn tears.

Clamps, clamps,

Opening the door, wearing only a towel coiled around his body, smiled.

"Jen, what's wrong with your face? What makes you happy in there? Get out of the door, I'm gonna take a shower."

Jenni also shifted to signal please come in.

'I'm going to start my happiness with you, tonight Mario, who else makes me happy besides you and Given? If you can still be happy together, why should you be afraid and stuck in the sadness of the past?' - looking at the bathroom door that was just closed by Mario.

Jenni also opened the wardrobe to choose naughty sleepwear that had been prepared for her from her mother-in-law. "Waw" for a moment, Jenni's mind marveled at her special closet that she just opened for the first time. "Mama is amazing" - he muttered, amazed.

Colour red. Right, that hot color he chose and then wore it "Huh? Jenni, you look crazy. What if Mario thinks I'm going to eat it?" - it's busy talking to himself, while thinking about changing colors.

Pink color. Now he wears a slightly soft color so as not to surprise Mario too much. However, only this time did she wear this kind of immoral clothes in front of her husband.

Clamps, clamps,

Mario comes out of the bathroom and is immediately confronted with the strange appearance of his wife "Jen, quickly put on your clothes. Sorry, I accidentally saw you." - Mario threw a glance the other way, walking towards her wardrobe.

Mario's reaction was quite unexpected, surprising Jenni who was preening in front of the mirror. Yes ... Jenni had just run around giving her skin a nightly treatment. Wear perfume and lipstick as a complement. 'Why did he ask me to wear clothes? Wasn't this also a garment?' - a brief look at the thin clothes he was wearing.

After putting on his sleeping pajamas, Mario walked over to the bed and took a pillow.

"Mario, where are you going?" - Jenni was standing before the man, as if she was facing him.

"Why still ask? I'm going to Given's room."

"Mario, you must be tired. Sit down first, let me go, yeah,"

"Jenn." - touched his wife's arm. "You rest. Wear warmer clothes so you don't catch a cold. I don't need a massage or anything." - Take off the touch of his hand and leave.

Jenni was silent staring at Mario's departure with a feeling of sadness and tears that began to come out of place. He shook his head and ran towards Mario who had just opened the door.

Grreeep.

Hugged the man from behind.

"Mario, don't go. Stay with me!"

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Seriate