Sold My Husband and Bought My Ex-Boyfriend
One Hundred and Forty One

"O Lord Vanya!"

From inside the house, Grandma ran to her granddaughter who just came out to open the car door.

Grandma immediately hugged Vanya with a line of poignant tears. When he heard from his former co-worker that Vanya was close to being the victim of the rape of Mr. Sham, his grandmother immediately worried not playing.

He had guessed that the Sham who had been good and liked to pay washing workers more on Vanya had ulterior intentions.

"I'm sorry, Grandma!"

Ella who was in Marco's arms until made to wonder because the grandmother hugged Vanya tightly while crying in tears.

What the hell is going on? Maybe that's what Ella's thinking right now.

"Grandma told me to obey your husband! Why are you so stubborn, Vanya! Less especially Marco ... he has made many sacrifices to prove his sincerity. It's time for you to get rid of the trauma and start believing in your own husband!"

Grandmother's words sounded slashing in Vanya's ears. It is like getting a sharp blasphemy invisible on the deepest part of his heart. Although he sounded angry, but Vanya knew that grandma was worried about her condition.

"Sorry Grandma, sorry!" Vanya roared in Grandma's arms. "From now on Vanya will obey Marco. Whatever it is!"

The man who was standing not far from them smiled with satisfaction. Marco chooses to go to the backyard with Ella who is still in his arms for fear of getting strange questions from the little girl about Vanya and the grandmother who is raking blue.

"Mama and grandma why, Pa? How do you cry like that?" Not lost hope in Marco's mind, Ella immediately asked him. The man kissed Ella's cheek at a glance in anxiety.

"Grandma's just scared mommy for nothing. That's why we cry and worry. Grandma loves mom."

Surely Marco's standard answer doesn't just make Ella believe.

"Don't you say you just fell on an apple farm? She also said that my mom's face was not papa. Only minor injuries. How come you cry like that, Pa?"

"Yes down! It's okay. Mom didn't cry, did she?"

Now both of them are sitting next to the backyard. The place where Ella likes to spend time playing anything with her beloved papa and mama.

The girl looked up. Full framing of Marco's warm face with his plain eyeballs. "When you fall, how about that? Why did Grandma say that mom didn't obey Papa Marconah? What's your mom saying, Pa?"

Ella's question was getting wider everywhere. Marco until made dizzy had to answer in what way.

"Hmmm. My mother did not obey." Marco tries not to cover it all up so Ella isn't so suspicious. The little girl still could not if invited to communicate more. Especially about the attempted rape that happened to his mother.

"What's wrong, Pa?" Still asking questions waiting for an explanation.

"Ooo! So if you're a mom, you can't work, Pa? Only the one who is papa can work? Though if Ella has grown up wanting to work as well as mama," he said innocently.

Marco was a little chuckled at the question of the princess merely his puppet . Naturally ... at that age Ella is actively absorbing information around. Anything he wanted to know would continue to be asked by the little girl. Herbs ... Ella would not stop asking questions before Marco answered her questions in a reasonable child version.

"It's not like that, honey. Women can only work if they are not married. After they get married, it is good for women at home to take care of their children. Let the husband who works because his job is like that. This husband is called papa .. and the wife is called mama."

"Ooo so!" The little girl nodded after feeling enough. Then he talked about other things he wanted to know. "The wife's husband can sleep together, right, Pa? You see, Mama once said that Papa should sleep in Mama's room because Papa is her husband Mama."

"Huh, yes, my dear!" Marco felt like hugging the little girl's body as tightly as possible.

"But if you want to be a husband and wife you have to get married? Right, Pah?"

"It's a shame!" Unable to bear it, the man finally embraced and hugged Ella desperately. Once this he was on a little girl whose character almost resembled him. Possessive, caramel, and of course acute jealousy from birth.

"Oh yes ... Pa!" Ella came back from behind the papa's arms. His eyes sparkled plain. He likes to spend time chatting a lot of things like this with his dad.

"What auh!" Marco smiled in the eyes of his son who did not stop enthusiastic in asking.

"If Mama's sitting on Papa again, what's the matter?"

Duarrrr.

Marco is thrown out of civilization. He was stunned as he gulped his saliva with great difficulty.

"Da-how do you know it's Ella?" His skin paled instantly. The fall that had stopped beating seemed to escape to the bottom of the stomach.

"That time, Ella slept with Mama and Papa! What else is it, Pa? Mom's nights sitting on papa's tummy? Is it not heavy?"

Marco patted his eel at that moment.

Ah my goodness! What answer should I give this cruel little girl?

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