Red Hair Woman and MR. MAFIA
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Fressia was calm with Aiden's absence at home. Because the man always issued a spicy word that hurt. However, now Tristan was the one who returned silent and pensive.

"What's up, Tris?" ask Fressia.

"Daddy's gone again, huh?" tristan asked Fressia, for two days he had not seen his father.

"Daddy has to work, baby," replied Fressia.

Fressia doesn't know for sure what Aiden's doing out there. Maybe he is working, maybe on vacation, or maybe he is partying with a beautiful woman. If you remember that, Fressia would like to snap the head of her employer so that her employer can look up before talking to her painfully.

"How about we play in the back garden?" bring Fressia.

"Main what?"

"What are you playing?"

Fressia now feels sorry to offer any game to Tristan, because at this time he had to sit on the mud and his face scribbled with mud. His clothes and Tristan's clothes look very dirty at the moment.

Tristan took the mud and rounded it up a little, then he threw it and hit Fressia right in the face. This made Tristan laugh out loud, until finally Fressia also laughed while throwing mud also on Tristan's body.

The interaction was witnessed by Aiden from the balcony of his bedroom which directly leads to the back garden. Perhaps his mansion would be very quiet without the laughter of Tristan and Fressia. He sighed slowly and then went back inside to clean himself up.

Fressia cleans up Tristan's body in a special bathroom downstairs. This is done so as not to dirty with mud. He also cleaned himself up afterwards. Until finally dinner arrived.

"Dad, Daddy's home?!" tristan shouted happily with a smile engraved on his face.

"You miss Daddy, hmm?" aiden asked as he knelt to align his body with his son.

"Of course I miss Daddy. Does Daddy not miss me?" Tristan asked back.

"Of course Daddy missed you, missed you so much."

Tristan hugged Aiden tightly, and vice versa. Fressia could only see the interaction and monologue in her heart.

At least he did not say the word spicy and painful to his son. - inner Fressia.

They sat down together for dinner. Fressia deftly helped Tristan to eat. Aiden occasionally looked at him, but it was still as before where Fressia was not particularly fond of him.

"How was Tristan doing while I was gone?" ask Aiden to open the conversation.

"Good, Sir. There are no obstacles" replied Fressia. He returned to feed Tristan and put food into his own mouth.

After finishing dinner, Fressia accompanied Tristan inside the bedroom. Aiden also came in to say good night to his son.

"Good night, dear," Aiden told Tristan, wiping the hair on his son's forehead.

"Daddy won't read me a fairy tale?"

"Aunty Fressia will read it" said Aiden.

"But I want Daddy to do it for me" Tristan said.

"Let Aunty do it, baby. Let Daddy rest. Come on, where do you want to read?" said Fressia picked up the book held by Tristan.

Did he mean to kick me out of this room? I won't let it. - Inner Aiden.

"This one, Dad," Tristan replied while telling the page of the story he wanted to read.

That night, Aiden recites a fairy tale to Tristan, even with his hands. It made Tristan laugh, even asked to be read another story. Eventually, they both fell asleep in the same bed. Fressia enveloped them and went out to rest in her own bedroom.

*****

Days changed, weeks changed, Fressia's attitude was still so flat and cold on Aiden. It seemed like he was still grudging at all the sentences Aiden had thrown at him.

"Aunty, when will Aunty take me to meet Aunty's parents?" ask Tristan.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Both of Aunty's parents are dead" Fressia replied flatly.

"Who was Aunty meeting then?"

"Ooo, after both of Aunty's parents died, Aunty lived with Aunty's adoptive parents. Aunty used to call her Mommy Roxane," Fressia replied again.

"Grandmas? Then when will Aunty take me to meet Grandma?" Ask Tristan.

Aiden who was sitting not far from them while checking his phone also knitted his eyebrows together. Suddenly he remembered his family, his Father and Mother, Dad Anthony and Mom Kimberly.

"Later on, Aunty had no time to see her again" Fressia said.

"Wouldn't aunty take me?" Now Tristan is saying it.

Fressia seemed to smile and rubbed Tristan's head, "Aunty will definitely invite you, don't worry, okay?"

"Then we go together" said Aiden.

Whattt?!!- Inner Fressia while staring at Aiden. He could not believe his employer would say that.

"Really, Dad?" tanya Tristan approached Aiden.

"Yes, of course. We can meet with Aunty Fressia's family together" Aiden replied.

Fressia let out a slow sigh in order not to be heard by Aiden and Tristan, then looked at the two who were still talking.

"May ya, Aunty. Daddy's allowed it, so we can go together" Tristan said.

She wanted to refuse, but as usual Fressia could not resist Tristan's wishes. Fressia will be sad if Tristan is sad. He also did not have the heart to disappoint his foster children.

"Alright, but later Aunty set the schedule first huh. Aunty has to make sure Mommy Roxane is at home, so you can meet her" Fressia said.

"Ah thank you, Aunty. Aunty knows, I'm so happy, so happy!" Tristan even stretched out his hands to show how pleased he was. It made a smile appear on Fressia's face.

Aiden's heart suddenly beat fast when he saw Fressia's smile. It's been a long time since he's seen her, probably since that birthday party. Fressia did seem to be keeping a great distance from him from then on. Now, Aiden is trying to get back to taking the care of his caregiver and making up. He sees Tristan as a perfect fit for Fressia and is unlikely to find a replacement.

The next weekend, they prepared. Today they plan to go see the Fressia Family. Tristan seemed so excited that he could get up early without being woken up.

Fressia prepared some Tristan equipment that she always carries when she goes with her foster children.

"Are you ready?" asked Aiden who was standing on the bottom stairs trap, while using a collared T-shirt, making his good looks different.

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