PASSION OF MY WIFE'S FRIEND
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"Excuse me .." Abian stops the steps of a woman he thinks is a teacher at Elona's school.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Today Elona went to school?" ask Abian later.

"Elona went to school, but she seems to have come home. I saw Elona being picked up by her mother" replied the teacher.

"Oh, so. Thanks for the information."

"Together."

The teacher passed. Abian was still standing on the spot.

"I'm late. Looks like I should be here in her break hours. I'll be back here tomorrow" she said and left.

Elsewhere, Aruna thanked Kanaya for giving her a ride. After that, Kanaya drove her car fifty meters to get to her house.

Aruna was amazed to see Kanaya, she was a very great female figure. She can support Cheryl alone. The man who can get it must be very lucky. Kanaya is an independent female figure, who can stand on her own feet.

"Let's go, we're in!" invite Elona to throw away her mother's mind.

"Yes, baby."

Both went into the house.

"What is Elona going to eat?" asked Aruna after she finished changing her daughter's clothes.

"Whatever you cook, I eat, mother. Because mom's cooking is so delicious, "praise the boy and get a kiss on the forehead.

"It's good to praise mommy, it turns out."

"Hehe .. I'm telling the truth, mother. Mother's cooking is delicious, you love it too."

Elona mentions her father again. Maybe they will never forget.

"Mother .." call Elona clean.

"Hm, is it baby?"

"Mom doesn't seem to like me if I say my father's name in front of you. What's the matter with dad, mom?"

Apparently Elona realized the change in his expression, Aruna indeed had to be extra careful if being in the presence of Elona.

"Ah no, dear. How could you not like it," she said.

Aruna's face stiffened for a moment. Why would Elona ask her that?

"No, hon. Don't think about a lot of things! Now you wait here. I'll cook for a minute."

Aruna was about to move from there, but Elona's tiny hand held back her steps.

"If you hurt your mother, I'll hate her."

A sentence beyond Aruna's expectations. Elona's age may be small, but her mind is like an adult.

Aruna grabbed Elona's hand and held it. He looked at his daughter's face.

"Don't think of anything. Elona, don't you love mom?"

Elona nodded. "I love mom."

"Mother too," Aruna replied as she hugged her daughter's tiny body.

Elona was not the son of an expression expert, but she was able to read every change in expression even what was inside her head though.

"Elona wait here, yeah. I'll cook for a minute. Ten minutes."

"Okay, mother," the boy replied according to.

After her mother left, Elona followed out. He looked to the left and to the right. Make sure that his mother is completely absent and is in the kitchen.

He stepped in very careful steps, walking quietly towards the guest room. Slowly mom opened the door knob, and it was not in the key. Elona came in, shutting the door tight and slow.

Elona circulated her gaze to every corner of the room. The room that Ziva had slept in before looked a little messy.

Elona walked towards the bed, her eyes looking around. Her gaze fell on the dressing table which was not far from where it stood. Elona stepped closer. He took something there.

"This lipstick looks like a mother's. This one's like a mother's too." Elona grabs the perfume in a mini-sized glass bottle.

"Why are there any maternal possessions here? Did aunt Ziva take it?" thought the mother boy.

Suddenly his eyeballs grew.

"Aunt Ziva now does not exist, neither does father. Didn't aunt Ziva have taken father also from mother?"

Elona decides to get out of the room before being discovered by her mother.

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