
"These are the clothes of Mama's son." Yola kissed the cheek of her well-dressed son.
"Darling, doai yes. Mama passed the interview. So we can move out of this place." Yola looked at the small room.
After escaping from Adam, Yola lived in a one-room boarding house. He did not want to rent a big place. He must save, the money he brought can only meet the needs of life in the next few months. He hasn't got a job yet.
Yola came out of the hostel holding Mario. He walked to the crossroads to wait for the angkot to pass by.
Yola's life is very different now. In the past, even according to Yola, Adam was stingy. Eating and other needs are still sufficient.
Then with his affair. His life is so luxurious. Granted everything he needed. Even his cheating can give branded goods that Adam can not do. But, he had to close his eyes, ears and even heart to see his mistress bringing home different women.
'Son, Mama will change. Mama will be a proud mother to you and your sister.'
Yola got off the angkot and paid the fare. He also walked to the cafe where the deal was made.
The woman had posted that she was in need of a job on social media. Many responded and offered some work.
Of the many offers, there is one offer that he thinks is very good. Being a babysitter in child care. That way he must be allowed to bring Mario during work.
Yola breathed a long breath. It will start all over again.
Yola typing messages.
"Have you arrived?"
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Yola turned towards the voice. And how surprised he was when he saw Adam.
"I came here to pick up my son." Adam takes Mario from Yola.
"He's not your son." Yola held Mario. He did not expect, Adam was so easy to find his current location.
Adam took the child from Yola's hand. Even though the woman held him.
"DNA tests have already said the results. Give me Mario. Or I could report you. You could be immersed in prison forever!!!" Adam said relax.
Yola's tight grip on Mario is suddenly weak, hearing the word prison.
Mario is already in Adam's arms.
"Yola, I'm warning you once again. Don't do anything like this again. Or. prison makes you understand." Adam warned Yola.
The woman could not speak. He cannot be in prison. What about Mario or the child in the womb? He cannot take care of them.
Yola squeezed his hand, to be honest he was at a loss for action.
"Mario darling. You go home with Papa." Adam breathed a sigh of relief to see his son, whom he had always longed for.
"Pa-pas. Papa." Said the little boy.
Adam terkaru. Mario still remembers himself. Not even met for a long time, now his son can call him smoothly.
"Ma-ma." Mario pointed to Yola.
Adam and Yola stared at each other with hard to interpret gazes.
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Nara looked at her husband who was glazed over. Arka's attitude after he hit Adam is still ordinary. Like nothing happened.
"Mas Arka's..." Call Nara with a spoiled tone.
"Yes, baby." Reply Arka is still busy combing her hair. He was confused about what model to comb.
"Mas, am I being chatty?"
Hearing that Arka turned her eyes to his wife. Then he nodded.
"I'm chatty?!" Nara made sure to come back.
"Yes. You're a nag." Ledek Arka saw Nara's already irritated face. "But, it's only natural. All women are chatty."
"I'll just let go of my frustration, Mom. Adam vilified me in front of you. He must have done that a lot." Nara is not thinking about her ex.
Silent arka. That's right Nara said. How many times did Adam vilify Nara. There is something that comes to Adam's mind to make him doubt Nara.
"Dear, stop. I'm natural you are so. But next time don't be like that again. Remember the baby in your womb." Arka doesn't want Nara to care about Adam anymore.
"Can't, Mom. I was angry and had to take it all out. This is also the effect of pregnancy. My babies want to scold Adam, too. They're mad, Mas!!!" Nara reasoned.
Arka stroked Nara's head. There's a reason for that woman.
"Darling, please comb my hair." Arka aligned himself so that his wife, who was sitting, could comb him.
Nara combed her husband's hair. It seems now Arka is getting more spoiled.
As Nara combed her hair, Arka enjoyed her face. Nara is a very beautiful woman. Although his wife's body began to widen, Nara was more charming in the eyes of Arka.
"That's what, her lips going forward? Wanna comb it too?" Nara Ledek.
"Kiss." The Ark's lips are advancing.
"No way." Reject Nara.
Arka puts her head close to Nara's stomach.
"Papa's Children... I don't want to kiss Papa anymore." Adu Arka in babies in the womb.
Nara became dumbfounded, Arka was just there.
"You want Mama to kiss Papa, don't you? howmany? 10 times?" Arka glanced at Nara as if what she said her son's request.
"Honey, our kids want their mom to kiss their dad 10 times." Arka.
"I don't want to." Nara threw away her face. Her husband is good at making up stories.
"Honey, this is our children's request." Arka was reassuring. "You kiss me now."
Nara is still shaking.
Arka brought her head back to Nara's stomach. "What Son? That hot. Honey, the kiss should be hot."
Nara patted her jidat. "Hot hot hot... Kiss the stove right there!!!"
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