Sincerity Love Nabila
Aunt Mommy

Seen next to the boy a middle-aged woman was having a hard time calming him down, but it didn't seem to work because the boy was still crying and struggling.

When Nabila walked closer to the little boy, he squatted to align his body with the boy. "Smart kid, why are you crying?" nabila asked with a gentle look at the boy and smiled warmly, his hand trying to stroke the little boy's head, there was no visible rejection from him.

While continuing to stroke the boy's head, Nabila turned to the middle-aged woman who was currently also staring at him. "Sorry, may I help try to calm him down?" Nabila pleaded with the woman sincerely.

Hurriedly the woman nodded, "please miss."

Just now the woman gave permission to Nabila, from afar she saw a man staring intensely at Nabila and the little boy. Suddenly the middle-aged woman looked nervous, "young master," she said very softly.

"Shhhh...."

The man put his index finger to his lips as a gesture for the woman to stop talking, then it is seen that he took out the phone from inside his pants pocket and stuck it in his left ear.

Derrrtt,, derrrtt,,, uh,,,

There was a woman's phone vibrating in the bag she was slinging on, she hurriedly picked it up and then lifted it.

"Yes, young master," he said slowly, looking at his young master.

"Bi, please don't turn off the phone, I want to hear how the girl calms my son" the man said, apparently the little boy's father. "I will watch over you from a distance" continued the man with a heavy voice.

"Alright young master," the middle-aged woman replied as she nodded in understanding.

Meanwhile, Nabila who was focusing on calming the little boy did not know what the woman was doing, now the little boy was already in the arms of Nabila.

Sometimes still heard sobs from the boy, Nabila still tried to calm him, stroking his back gently and occasionally invite him to speak.

"The sister is a sweet child, a smart child, if the smart child can not cry for long.later his handsome becomes a lot," Nabila told the boy, "Sister wants what love,,,,,," said Nabila,,, auntie buyin jajan want? He again wished the little boy would accept his offer and stop crying.

Not long after, the little boy stretched his arms. He raised his head and looked at Nabila with sparkling eyes, "want mommy, Kevin wants to snack," he said in a voice that was still sharp and looked very happy.

Nabila seemed to wrinkle both eyebrows and look at the middle-aged woman next to him with a confused look, the woman understood and then nodded. "His mommy is dead, "" the woman whispered, "from my baby who babysit den Kevin," continued the middle-aged woman who turned out to be the babysitter of the little boy.

Nabila was very surprised to hear the bitter reality of the little boy who was currently in his lap. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." she softly rubbed Kevin's head.

"Mommy," called Kevin while pinching Nabila's dreamy cheek, when Nabila regained her senses and for a moment then replied to Kevin's pinch with a sweet smile. "Kevin wants a snack" said Kevin again.

"Emmmm, how is it" Nabila replied as she played her eyeballs teasing Kevin, "but there's a condition, Kevin wants to?" Nabila continued with a pleading hand gesture.

"What are the conditions mommy.." said Kevin with his adorable cedal voice.

"Why?" Ask Kevin in wonder.

"It's better to hear, okay boy?" Answer Nabila origin, because confused how to explain to a child the age of Kevin, while hooking their pinky fingers to make a promise that Kevin called her aunty.

"Good aunt mommy," said Kevin finally after a moment of silence.

"Hmmm.." heard Nabila's little murmur, "have it, it's up to this kid," she said as she glanced at Kevin's nanny. Aunty who understood Nabila's uneasiness nodded, hinting that it was okay for Kevin to call her that.

Nabila stood up and lowered Kevin from his lap, "okay, now we buy snacks yes.." Nabila told Kevin by mimicking the style of the little boy talk. "Kevin wants a snack?" Ask Nabila again.

"Kevin porridge chicken porridge aja aunty mommy, because from this morning Kevin has not eaten?" The nanny's aunt represented Kevin answering Nabila's question.

"All right, we'll have three chicken porridge, okay? For Kevin, aunty, same aunt, it happens that aunt also has not had breakfast" said Nabila while walking with her tiny hands to court food that is still on the first floor.

Upon arrival at the place they were headed, Nabila immediately ordered the chicken porridge as they wished. While waiting for his order so, Nabila invited Kevin and his nanny aunt to sit not far from the stand of the chicken porridge seller.

"Oh yes, we are not acquainted yet." said Nabila kindly as he reached out his hand to the aunt babysitter little boy named Kevin. "I'm Nabila," he continued, extending a hand to introduce himself.

"Yes non," while receiving Nabila's hand and shaking her hand, "Ani, just call bi Ani, "the nanny replied.

"Well bi Ani," said Nabila smiled warmly while releasing their handshake, "auntie call my name only, do not use non," pinta Nabila.

"No why non, it doesn't sound good if you just say the name," kilah bi Ani.

"It's up to aunty, please" said Nabila, shaking her head.

Soon their order chicken porridge came...

"Den Kevin was bribed with aunty yes." persuaded the nanny aunt on her momongan.

"Don't want to, he wants to be bribed by aunty mommy, aja," replied Kevin while covering his tiny mouth with both hands.

"You got bribed by aunty, huh?" Nabila asked looking at Kevin, looking Kevin nodded with great enthusiasm. "Alright.." said Nabila with a smile.

"But Non,,,"

Not yet bi Ani finished his words, seen a man with a high and sturdy posture already standing right in front of their table.

"Daddy.." cried Kevin cheerfully as he poured into the man's arms.