Stepmom Cold Bed
Toddler behavior

Mall, a place that can not be separated from the destination Maureen. He went around from one store to another to choose which clothes to wear byan.

Men's clothing models are actually not much variety. Not as much as women's clothes. Just a shirt, pants and suit are also some casual clothes for Byan. Maureen only chooses a suitable blend of colors and fabric that is comfortable for Byan to wear. He hands Riswan there are a lot of groceries that Maureen has bought and this woman is still not satisfied.

Maureen is busy choosing clothes for her stepchildren, inversely proportional to Byan who is even busy joking himself. Occasionally he wears a hat that is round wide with lace on the edges. He poked Maureen just to show her he was wearing the hat. In addition to the rancid expression he showed, it did contain laughter.

Maureen only glared as she shook her head, there was just the behavior of this stepson. Occasionally Byan also wears sunglasses with a red frame and poses beside a maneqin woman who both wear glasses and shuffle the waist.

“Keren right?” chirping.

Maureen's eyes were just round, at a loss for words with Byan's absurd mannerisms. Is this Toddler really that active? It feels like Maureen is babysitting a five-year-old who can not be silent because of consuming too much sweet food.

Riswan and the shopkeeper who saw the behavior of the young master and his young mistress, could only help but smile. He saw Byan like a bekel ball, tempting Maureen to and fro and made a strange face that actually made amused.

Riswan was not strong enough to hold his laughter to see Byan's behavior, so he laughed a little with the shoulders he held so as not to shake and his nose was bloated. Lucky this store is quiet so Riswan is not too shy to bring his hyperactive boss.

Once upon a time, Byan took a pair of sunglasses and put them on Maureen. The woman who was choosing the suit immediately reacted.

“Byan, you can not diem. Here I still pick.” He spoke with annoyance.

“Wih, fit these glasses for you. Framing the face perfectly. Not like a masseuse.” Byan was even engrossed in paying attention to Maureen's classy appearance.

“Byan,” Maureen again called her stepson's name slowly but with great emphasis, she was already very upset.

“Yaa, okey-okeyy..” Byan took off the glasses he wore on Maureen and put them in place.

“Udah I save.” He chirped with a big smile.

“Gosh...” Maureen grunts while shaking her head at the behavior of her stepchildren.

Maureen continued her work by taking three suits that she would buy.

“That's Maureen, I'm bored. I want to sleep and rest, my body aches.” Not really, this time Byan really looks like a toddler, he whines like a child.

“Yes, it's me done.” Timpal Maureen who has lost his shopping mood. He gave the clothes he chose to the servant, to be given the total. He had no intention of asking Byan to try it again. With the science of assessment, he believes this suit is suitable for Byan.

While Maureen paid, Byan sat in the waiting chair. He watched Maureen from a distance. He thought, Maureen kept taking care of it, bought this and that for Byan but didn't buy anything for herself. Does that woman want nothing?

Even with a lot of money, Maureen can buy anything without the need to see the price. Even if it was useless for him.

“What does Maureen rarely shop for herself?” finally Byan asked Riswan.

“Yes sir, young mistress rarely shop. Since long ago, young mistresses preferred to buy things for others. For big master, me and the waiter at home.” Tell Riswan really.

“Really?” Byan looked at Riswan in disbelief.

Riswan nodded for sure. Ever since Maureen came to know, Maureen rarely bought personal items for herself. He prefers to buy things to give to others.

“Then the money in pake what?” Byan was getting curious. Isn't Maureen's money a lot?

“I don't know sir. Only young mistress rarely buy things for herself.” Riswan.

Byan was back. He watched Maureen from her place. The woman seemed to have finished the transaction and called Riswan to help her.

“I'm sorry sir,” said Riswan who immediately approached Maureen. Her young mistress needs immediate help.

“You want a massage?” tawar Maureen later. He turned to Byan who was walking beside him and often noticed him.

“Where?” sahut flat.

“In this mall. There is a reflexology and spa. If you want, I'll schedule it. We still have about two more hours before dinner.” Maureen looked at the circular watch on her left hand.

“What in massage should be during it?” byan's question is not important.

“If you are very tired, it could be that long. Because I'm sure, maybe you'll fall asleep. But no problem, you can rest your body for a while before tomorrow you have to work hard again.” Sort Maureen quietly.

“Are you also coming?”  Byan was getting curious.

“Ngak. Just you. Later when it's finished, we meet in the car.”

“Then no need.” Byan's voice sounded fast.

“Why?” Maureen looked on not understanding.

“I don't want those women touching me at will, unattended. They're too lucky to touch my body.” Byan rubbed his own bristling arm.

“Don't be weird Byan, therapist work is like that. They work with professionals. Besides, it's not more scary if the one who touched your body was a boy?” ledek Maureen rubbed Byan's back with her fingernails.

“Gosh!” Byan to shudder amusedly. Not only because of Maureen's hand rub but also imagine that the one who touched her was a man.

Maureen only chuckled at Byan's behavior. Byan chuckled and looked at the cute-looking Maureen as she chuckled like this. Byan could even see a small dimple on Maureen's left cheek.

“Continue,” pinta Byan as Maureen's laughter stops.

Maureen turned her stepson with a confused look on her face.

“You look better when you laugh like you did. I see you are truly alive.” Said Byan with great earnestness.

Maureen was stunned for a moment. He turned his face away from Byan, for some reason he felt his cheeks warm, reddish. Just this time someone told her to laugh after this long time people often said, “Be serious a little bit. Don't mess around.”

“Do I make you touched?” byan asked as he saw Maureen's expression change.

“No. Kept for what?” maureen's factory-set mode is back. Cold and firm.

“Yaaa alright. Apparently I was wrong.” Typhoon Byan. He walked faster in front of Maureen who was still walking slowly and thought about the man's words.

What's with the stepson?

No, what's wrong with Maureen? Why does he feel noticed? Wasn't Byan just asking if he was moved?

Akh, I don't know. Maureen could not think properly. He just has to catch up with Byan.

“Byan! Wait!” he shouted while speeding up the steps.

But byan instead ran, as if deliberately wanted to be pursued and diomeli Maureen. Akh, this kid is troublesome indeed.

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