The Shackles of the Former
BSM: Episode 7

" whose son is that?" the sound of baritone eagles dominating the conversation when the atmosphere is quiet in the parking area

" you think?"

" just answer Almira?"

almira's laughter dominated, she saw the Eagle's fists so strong that her whitened fingernails held back emotions.

this is what Almira likes

" child******* who likes to tease men,"

" what do you mean? is that one night?..."

" my son with his mistress whom you accuse" Almira too casually replied just enjoying the groove but thought the Eagle would not believe it of course

the face, the eyes, the nature, dominate the face of the seed giver who does not want to acknowledge the fertilized fetus.

" i can't believe it, just answer Almira whose son."

Almira chooses to get into the car, but unexpectedly the Eagle enters through the side next to create a back seat into three.

" your mom, why haven't you gone home yet? mamah is busy eating with her son, can't you?"

eh

" you just want to join lunch with you guys, it just so happens that you haven't eaten."

" do you have permission?" Gauri looked at mama and the one who was stared at was just silently indifferent

" mamah there is no permission, all need work to be followed mamah anywhere? how about going to the toilet?"

Almira just held back the laughter already knew the character of his son is different story with the giver of the seed looks gawking

" watch out, later invite flies in the car if his mouth is not closed."

really can?

" Gauri wants to eat her steak so?"

" so you want to know what Washington has in Indonesia"

" if you want to join mending ride own car deh, small mamah narrow car Gauri not free."

is this a subtle expulsion?

" if you want to be a driver just let the driver eat at the office kasian just keep in the car alone."

The eagle finally obeyed the words of the little boy, somehow he seemed to want to obey what the child said and did not feel hurt just like it

slapped

" okay."

The eagle came out and told the driver to come out and look at the master, finally the driver came out and chose to eat in the office.

ready with seatbelt attached wait is it to be?

" i was driving in front of myself?"

" if you don't want what om, it's a car that's kasian kasian idle."

damn it really can not be evasive, inevitably he runs his car to a steakhouse that he knows is indeed a recommendation.

" am, do you bother your mom at lunchtime like this?"

not the usual om who bullies your mamah, but your mama who always bothers om.

" it just so happens that again to your mom's office there needs to be that." Gauri seemed to nod her head

" this was the last time I saw you, baby, because he wanted to..."

" nope, we're going to be a team for the project."

inwardly, Almira condemned the inconsistent folly of the former, despite knowing the main cause.

" what father, was it not a determination to love Adi Cipta sir for this project problem?"

that's what I did before I knew there was a Gauri.

" i'm sorry to confuse you, after some thought I'm going to continue."

the three arrived and ordered each other's orders, Gauri was still chattering with her mother while the Eagle was still staring intensely at the little girl.

" is it so exciting for us to look at it so hard?"

checkmate

he was caught staring at both of them intensely not both but rather a child who was very similar to him.

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throughout the journey after a day of twitching with thoughts in the past, his memory was still strong for his rejection of the demonic woman

you set me up

you planned it

basic jal*ng cheap can you do that to me

why indeed? we're legal as husband and wife I deserve that.

I don't want it, if something happens to you then don't look for me don't hold me accountable because this is your will not my wish

but in fact he could not resist the charm of a Gauri.

I don't know what the little girl's last name is tucked in a sentence into a name?

is this the karma of rejection he received? he must tell the owner of his village heart.

turn towards the big rice field.

as usual, the Eagle finished work will stop by for a while to Desi's house just to look at him.

he could not pick up or take Desi to work as a novelist editor at an online site.

he approached Desi who was waiting for him.

looking at the Eagle with a little pensive and a lot of silence was not as usual.

" yes." man."

"yes,"

" is there a problem?" this is what the Eagle likes from Desi, gentle and calm in character.

seeing the look on his face asking, Eagle understood the meaning

" my ex-wife's back, you know that, right?" Desi nodded yesterday to meet at a cafe and greeted him

" he had a child and was similar to me when I was a child,"

desi's heart suddenly rippled out of what feeling, disappointed because the lover lied if he did not have a drop in the womb of the former? or reject the presence of the accident and the trap of the ex that he told me a few years ago.

" oh yeah..? if so, introduce me to him mas," he suddenly came out of the mouth of the woman.

hearing that, the sparkling Eagle really received the child? then what would the story be if his son still called him om, maybe he had to do a DNA test so that the child would admit himself as the father? but what about Almira Sharman?

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Almira was sleeping the princess, a little storytelling as a lullaby or a story that her son wanted to know.

actually, since Almira was curious, why would the child accept the invitation of the ex-husband to lunch earlier?

" mamah must be asking why I want to accept the invitation for lunch?"

his mother looked at the princess who was busy reading a management book for high school children, he does like to read rather than selfi ria like a child his age or make video content uploaded in order to get many readers.

" why baby?"

" i just want the quality of om that in fact is as my biological father."

" you know him?" Almira seems to not believe even though he knows the skills in analysis and logical mind of the child above average.

" why does my face have to look like that guy?"

Almira smiled as she hugged the princess tightly, if counted already twice with this the child asked with the same question

" just like my mother's answer, God wants you to always remember him who gave life and gave new life in your womb,"

even with a little lie

even with coercion

or even with the abuse and rejection that continued to ring in me from a long time ago until even now I remember the rejection.

" how come it doesn't look like you, my dear friend, does it?"

hugging tightly "lovely, although mamah had problems with your father, but mamah no one ever regretted pregnant for nine months and was born beautiful and intelligent like Gauri."

although its nature is similar to his

or a dominating face*.

tbc