Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
My mother's son

Jeffry was really lazy to take a shower this morning. Not because he was off work (language to go to work to the workshop mother-style, let it be a prayer he said. So I want to see Jeffry as an office)

But because today the mother deliberately took him to the house of Mr. Hendra. His mother worked the day shift, so they left in the morning.

Since dawn there has been a luxury car in front of their house, complete with a driver as well.

Cih, that was too much for his father. Jeffry mules. He was not usually treated special during his life.

Mr. driver to sleep on the terrace, wake-up there is already coffee and fritters presented by Bu Isa.

Until seven past five minutes, his mother came to drag Jeffry to the bathroom, he was nervous because Jeffry did not go to take a bath.

"If you bathe for a long time!" threaten Bu Isa's. Jeffry's reflex closed the bathroom door and took a shower with lightning.

Guyur guyur bentar use a new dipper pink color flower picture shoes that mom bought from a traveling bucket trader, brush her teeth, wet her hair little to make it more convincing, settled. He came out of the bathroom and acted cold.

His mother only turned her head for a moment as she was about to store the side dish in the cupboard. There must be a lot of ants in this house.

With lightning also Jeffry wearing his best jeans, then a sage color t-shirt that is again the trend. Her hair was allowed to break free. He does not like to wear pomade like Dion who is always drizzle. Pomade made his hair go limp because he was more often exposed to dust and the sun.

"Your pants are not torn?" Isa observes Jeffry's appearance.

"It's the best Mom, the others tore it up your ass."

"Well, mbog ya brought to the tailor to le."

"No papa ma'am, even the adem on the cake, because there is a window. Hehe..."

"You know, Eid yesterday I bought a black one like you've never used one?" Miss Isa remembers buying Jeffry pants when shopping for vegetables to the market. Incidentally there are promo clothes, buy one get one. Jeffry pants a hundred tambourine can one plus one drawer pants. Mayan right?

Jeffry pretended to lock the door while thinking, the pants he had given to Anton, his son, RT who was still in high school but his body was high as Jeffry. Dipake Anton for the karawitan art performance at his school yesterday.

Remember the mother, Jeffry did not like cloth pants.

"Forgotten Mom, tomorrow try not to look first."

"Son enom wes forgot to forget, have nice pants and a torn pack, bla bla bla bla..."

Jeffry looked at his mother, will this scolding he get again tomorrow? He will surely miss this song of heaven.

Mothers...

He just handed his mother over to another man, but why did it feel like she was leaving him for good.

"Hey, let's go in!" Mom made Jeffry's daydream to get in the car. The driver was waiting from dawn.

Jeffry grabbed his mother's hand and hugged her warmly.

As for his son's grief, Isa stroked Jeffry's back lovingly.

***

"Mom, why the hell did you have to run away when you were pregnant? It's clear Mr. Hendra wants responsibility." One question Jeffry endures is finally hurtling on his way to Mahendra's house.

He didn't mean to protest, he just wanted to know his mother's reason.

Bu Isa sighed, "when we were in a relationship, there was still Ms. Arum, Dion's mother. I felt wrong to betray him. If you knew how good Ms. Arum was to mom."

Isabella's eyes glare.

"But mother sacrificed her life."

With a smile, she looked at Jeffry's face, "you never feel sacrificed, there's your mother's spirit."

Cwiiittt co. Jeffry melted.

"After this, I have to promise to be happy" Jeffry said solemnly.

"We'll be happy le, not just mom, you too."

Isabella nodded, with Jeffry's hand.

"No mother will let you live alone whatever the reason, until the time comes you can be independent. If you make it better now we go home."

There was no doubt in Isabella's words. The child he fought for was his son. Nothing can separate but the will of God.

Mahendra chuckles as Isabella reveals Jeffry's heart throb as they sit on a park bench near the pool.

The weather is a bit cloudy so this place feels more cool even in the outdoor, complete with a wet cake made by Mbok Mirah

"What do you think boy? You're my son, your share and Dion's the same. Even Dion is excited. Don't ever think you just came asking for a part." Jamb. Mahendra's words were right on target. He knows where the child's mind is going. Labile young man whose ego is still high model Jeffry, like he used to be.

Jeffry said, "Sir, I'm a mother's son, my partner's mother. Let alone inheritance, to bear BIN Mahendra only I have no right."

Okay, Mahendra's getting to know Jeffry's direction. Quite surprised Jeffry also knew the problem of his religious law. Not yet know him, bengal bengal like this Jeffry routinely joined the study, even while drowsiness.

"How about Dion who also bears his mother's son?"

Jeffry looked into Mahendra's eyes, the old man smiled instead.

"Your positions are the same. But what do you want to say? I only have you two. Treasures and thrones no longer matter to me, only one, please promise to take care of your father and mother until we die happily." Mahendra confirmed his words. He grabbed the hand of Bella who just sat quietly listening beside him.

It seems that mother was quite touched.

Unlike Mahendra who without awkwardly kissed the back of the beautiful woman's hand in front of Jeffry, Bella even bumbling, she was embarrassed to see her son.

"Bah, seriously dooongg. Hold on first why the hell?" dion's protesting voice from the tablet on the table that Mahendra deliberately put down. He thinks Dion should hear his talk today with Bella and Jeffry. So Mahendra has been making video calls since.

Mom and Jeffry didn't do it at all.

Let's not tired also explain to Dion who is in Jogja at this time. Dion's nephew outnumbered the complex's mother.

"You are, Papa wants to get married today. Siri used to believe Jeffry agreed. Then Papa was afraid of the khilaf again."

Jeffry clucked, he hasn't said he agreed to this.

"Indeed after siri still want a party title too?" search Dion. On the screen he was seen shaving his jaw.

"What the hell is up to your mother." Mahendra glanced at Bella.

For Mahendra the important thing is legitimate because he has been married before. But she also appreciates Bella's wishes, as this is her first marriage. If Bella wants a party then that's what will happen.

"No need to be old, embarrassed." refused Bella.

"You're still pretty."

Bella blushed.

"Udah deh Pah, no matter the marriage now, Dion so afraid if the model is so."

Mahendra laughed, "before your children get together, the marriage will not happen. I don't want any misunderstanding."

"Ck, you're waiting for the kids but you've got it." grumbled Dion on the other end.(Mupeng : Wanted Face)

"Haha..."

As a parent, however, Mahendra values his children. He did not want any disputes or misunderstandings. They will teach the same to their children.

He was old, no problem being patient any more. Most importantly, Bella was by his side.

"Which hotel are you staying at? what's your view papa kayak familiar?"

Dion chuckles.

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