The Kidnapped Hot Dady
So Mommy

The atmosphere in the city bus was very quiet, walking according to the route to a stop somehow this afternoon.

Inside there is a girl named Ameera Larasati, a girl who works as a teacher in one of the private Early Childhood schools in her city. A fairly large school with luxurious facilities, and even the average child with high strata there. And you can imagine, if the salary that meera can also actually be large.

But all the salaries and jobs that he could not be rejected because of the happiness of his life at that time. He is now called the sandwich generation, which has to support his parents as their main financial earner. If only financing is easy, but this is more than that and even whatever I get seems never enough for them all.

Just imagine, two years working as a teacher in an elite school, but the vehicle in the form of a meera motorbike does not have at this time. The money he could always be asked by his father for gambling and drinking, while his mother herself suffered from chronic pain that never healed. Sometimes he hopes that his life will be beautiful in the future with a handsome and rich husband.

"Well, you think of fairy tales? There was hope, "the laughter of meera in the heart, who was lamenting her life at the time. With his head he rested on the glass window of the bus with his empty gaze that was not looking anywhere.

Until finally the bus stopped, and then meera immediately went down right at the stop that was not far from the alley of his house. He still had to walk two more kilos to arrive, but he was so tired and chose to sit for a while in the chair there.

"Study is still a few days away, but at this time it is not at all money. If you ask, how?" it was the gala that was holding the bag at that moment. Moreover, thinking of the mother who must also run out of stock of monthly drugs at this time, her head is getting sick and wrong will go home or choose to seek loans to everyone he knows.

But he realized, if he also did not have many friends at this time.

Chiiit! A luxury car stopped right in front of meera. The girl was dumbstruck, especially seeing some men coming down from there so neatly in all-black clothes. Meera was ordinary at first, but over time she panicked as the man got closer and closer to her.

"Miss meera?"

"Yes, I'm on my own. What's up?" ask meera. But they did not answer at all, but two people immediately grabbed meera's hand and forced her to get into their luxury car parked in the highway.

The startled Meera spontaneously gave a strong shriek and even asked everyone there for help. However, they were afraid and hid when the men set their eyes on him.

Door in the lock, Meera was taken away with her eyes closed and hands tied at the time. He was frightened, but could do nothing because his body was trembling. "Lepasin, why did you kidnap me? I'm poor and have nothing." Meera cried in front of them all.

"Tolooooong! Toloooooong! Leasin!" Meera beat up the glass of the luxury car with all her might.

But they are just silent, not even at all sound even though just answering questions from meera. The journey was quite long, until finally meera felt the car stop and her body was carried inside, but somewhere because meera could not see even peek at itiu. Old building, in the kidnapper's base, or where he was taken?

Bruugh!! Meera's body was violently dropped. But, he was dropped on a soft bed and seemed luxurious. Meera can feel and feel it right then and there, especially with the atmosphere of the room so cold and relieved, far from the kidnapping drama that he had known.

Meera. The man was not so old, handsome and dashing and honestly charming. But, for what he kidnapped meera, and at all meera never met and knew him at this time.

"Ameera Larasati?"

"I-iya, me? You who?" meera asked him as she continued to pay attention to the entire room at this moment. That even one room was as big as the house of his parents that he had occupied.

"I'm Louis Alexander Damares. You remember that kid named Ocean Alexander Damares?"

"Sean? Right?" tanya stutters Meera, making sure she doesn't mention it at the time. Because he was horrified, if I say a name can be fatal to him.

"Yes, he used to be called that by the people closest to him. Aren't you so close to her, she even called you mom." Louis remembered the babbling of the son when he told him about meera, which he even knew if he very rarely talked to anyone or told anyone else to him.

Yes, Sean is a very quiet kid despite being so active. He has a lot of movement to express what he feels and what he wants. And at this time, Louis heard sean talking and even called momy to a teacher who taught him in the classroom after a few days of school.

"Yes, Sean sometimes calls my mom to me. I rebuked him and asked him to call him by the same name as the other disciple, but he would not. So_so it's not my fault if_" Meera fell silent, not even she dared to stare at the serious expression louis had on her back then that looked terrible to her.

"Sir, what do you want with me? Honestly, I don't even have anything right now." Meera begins to grope, she begins to fear what is happening to her. I don't know what thoughts are entering his head at this time, even suddenly he cried sobbing with a voice so loud that echoed throughout the room.

"Master! I never did anything to your son. And I never asked her to call me mama, she herself would call me that. So_ so I'm begging to let me go." Meera's cry grew even more so then, while louis just kept staring at her silently without doing anything to meera who continued to wander in front of his eyes.

"MOM!!" call a child at that time. Meera immediately turned her head, at which time the child immediately ran towards meera and sat hugging her so tightly. Even rubbed meera's hand affectionately, as if she missed him so much.

"Dady, thank you" said the little man with eyes that sparkled with happiness. Given Sean who rarely spoke, the conversation was quite memorable for his father.

While meera only winked, occasionally staring at the smile on sean and occasionally glancing at his dady with question marks. But meera was still being nice by returning a hug to him.

"Yes, you will be his Momy from now on" said Lois casually, making meera instantly round eyes as big as a bekel ball that she often plays at school with her students.