Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
My dear Mother

Jeffry looked at the three people who were currently sitting before him. A half-awed look that was hard to decipher, like a question in his brain, how could it be?

Dion remained calm awaiting his new sister's response. He waited for the right moment when Bella was at her home. Especially for Jeffry he made sure himself to bring it in front of these two parents.

Dion felt it would be unwise to hide all of this for too long from this brat. Her father took too long to buy time. If you wait for Bella to speak up at any time will not be able to reveal the truth.

Dion needs Jeffry. It took a quick send Jeffry to college while studying business, he made sure to intervene alone educate this child.

The sooner Jeffry learns, the sooner Dion shares his responsibilities.

So happy that he hit the jackpot, a new brother.

"Ehem..." Dion cleared his throat breaking the awkwardness. He had to get to the office after lunch hour was over. Take care of business for a while and then catch a plane this afternoon to Jogja.

At the end of the table Jeffry sighed, somehow for how many times.

From the beginning Bella told the story, plus Mahendra's version of the story, Jeffry silently listened without interruption. But the look on her face made Bella worried.

Bella was busy twisting the tip of the shirt, her face looked anxious, of course because the child did not respond.

Mahendra himself is more able to master the situation, his face remains slab as usual. He has been trained to look fine under any circumstances, even though his heart was scared half to death.

Seeing the arrival of Jeffry and Dion, suddenly there was fear in his mind. Bad thoughts about what will happen after this. What if he has to lose Bella again?

Jeffry again snorted to see Mr. Hendra holding his mother's hand gently. They looked at each other, his mother's face looked calmer as Mr. Hendra threw a smile at him.

Oh my gosh, what can Jeffry do?

"Om Dion, I'm going to the workshop first. Much work." Pamit Jeffry stood up. Honestly, he himself was confused as to what to say. He needs it himself.

Dion smiled, "Okay, I also have to go to the office. Pa, can we go?"

Mahendra walked up to Jeffry, his hands patting the young man on the shoulder.

"Papa wait, now you go. Careful."

Jeffry's heart rippled. Is this what it feels like to have a father? Why does it feel so bad?

He glanced at Mahendra at a glance, then greeted his mother and went after Dion who was waiting in the car.

Heart's upset. Thought garbled. In Jeffry's car.

"By the way, you can call me Mas, brother, or brother instead of Om." Dion chuckled remembering innocently Jeffry called him Om. Is that his face?

Jeffry was silent.

"Take the motor to the workshop straight home. I told Roni you had permission today."

Jeffry was silent.

Dion knows Jeffry's turmoil, he will not be that easy to accept this fact after all his life did not know the figure of the father. Then suddenly there was no wind there was no rain there was a man who came and claimed to be a father.

The difference is that he is more mature in dealing with this. His father needed an escort. And Sus Bell was the right person, Dion knew him from childhood.

At the age of Jeffry at this time, it must take time to examine all this. The boy is still unstable.

Until Dion's car stopped in front of the workshop, Jeffry remained silent. He opened the door and prepared to leave as Dion said, "At least look at your mother's eyes, boy."

Jeffry stunned. Then I looked at Dion. These men are the same as it seems, they are in the same position. But why is Dion more relaxed about accepting this reality? Even impressed excited to accept him and his mother.

Jeffry walked straight into the workshop. He thought the wasted child was only in the soap opera doang. Why is he experiencing it now?

"Woy, Jupri! Wanted Dinda noh in the dalem." shouted Soni friend of Jeffry's profession.

Suddenly Jeffry put on a radar danger to hear the name of the DPR fan's son called a hard line. As soon as possible take the motor directly gass ngacir go.

"Is mom happy?"

One question Jeffry asked in the evening he and his mother sat face to face at the dinner table.

It takes a whole day of contemplating, thinking, examining all of this. Jeffry fell asleep on the beach under a fir tree, where he cleared his mind.

Why at the beach? Besides being calm, this place was also suitable for a thin trumpet youth like him.

Miss Isa looked clumsy in response to Jeffry's question.

"Mom, I don't care if you're happy. Whatever the reason Jeffry accepted, as long as you're happy."

Miss Isa looked into Jeffry's eyes, a twinkle of earnestness that he found.

Then with a sobbing Bu Isa approached and hugged his son. He was crying in Jeffry's chest.

"I'm sorry, Le. Huhuhuhoo..." Isak Bu Isa's.

"Here you are, all has happened. I can what?" Jeffry kissed his mother's delicate crown while stroking the blue headscarf. Her mother looks beautiful, very beautiful.

"Mom lied to you wrong all this time. Huhuhuhoo..."

"Mother deserves to be happy, I see Mr. Hendra earnestly."

"If you mind, I'll back off. You should be happy, not just mom."

Jeffry did not want to cry, but hearing his mother's words just made his eyes teary.

"Jeffry promises to be happy, but you have the right to choose your own happiness." Jeffry desperately let it not cry, until his voice shook.

"Lagian Pak Hendra is rich, Mom does not have to work hard to buy rice again. Hehe...." Jeffry tried to joke even though impressed maksa.

Miss Isa hit Jeffry's chest, his crying even more fast. Jeffry tightened his embrace again. He loved his mother very much, no matter what happy mother she was.

Kruuukk...

Jeffry's stomach rang, his mother stopped her sobbing and looked up at Jeffry.

Jeffry grinned, "laper ma'am, don't eat all day." he scratched his head.

Miss Isa wiped her snot with the end of Jeffry's shirt.

"Geez, I forgot I didn't cook to eat. A minute, yo."

As fast as lightning mom held the pan, poured the remaining cooking oil of tempe yesterday and set the fire on the stove. Lucky still have catfish marination stock in the refrigerator. Stay fried, make sambel, kelar.

Such a mother, as if forgetting everything when it comes to children. Seeing his son starving even he tried to feed whatever his circumstances.

Secretly Jeffry looked at his mother in the corner with wet eyes.

The goal is to make the mother happy, retire the mother as soon as possible so as not to be tired of working again.

It hurts if you see your mother slumbering on the sofa after a long day of work, not yet home affairs that are not too complicated.

Or when he came home from school saw his mother carrying rice from debt at the grocery store next door so that he could still have breakfast when he left for school.

When he graduated from school it was still difficult to find a decent job. Especially for middle school graduates like him.

Maybe God sent Dion and Mahendra as an answer to the speeding up of Jeffry's prayer all along.

Hope he can see mom smiling happily for the rest of his life.

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