Trapped in Love Widower Playboy
Trapped Love Widower Playboy.25

"Aunty, when's Mommy coming home?" Sheila smiled gently in response to her beloved niece's question.

Two days have passed from a strange request from her sister-in-law, namely not to contact her especially when with Kayla. I don't know what the woman was afraid of, so it forbade Kayla to call him let alone video call.

"Maybe tomorrow, Kay. Why did you miss Mommy, huh, baby?" Kayla nodded gloomily.

He did not even desire to eat. She missed her mother, this was the first time they had separated. Usually when in London, if his mother has a job out of town even abroad Kayla is always invited.

But this time he was not invited. He was not even allowed to contact his own mother. He really felt missed.

Especially now that he is no longer in school. His uncle said it was very dear that Kayla's intelligence should be buried in kindergarten. It is better to be honeed immediately so that he is now homeschooling.

The lesson learned was first class Junior High. Not without reason, Kayla was previously asked to do various tests and elementary school exams. And he managed to do it with perfect grades.

Even Junior High Lesson was not so difficult for Kayla, but her uncle said she had to start slowly. In addition to homeschooling Kayla also does private tutoring activities 3 foreign languages at once, Arabic, Korean, and Chinese.

"good morning, baby girl. Loh, why? The food's not good, is it?" Arkan kissed Kayla's head. A sense of wonder approached him to see his nephew's breakfast was not reduced in the least.

"He misses Aya, Mas. Your sister's a loh, her own son even banned from calling." Adu Sheila while having breakfast for her husband.

"Kayla misses Mommy, yeah baby. Patience, Mommy's coming home tomorrow. Mommy doesn't want to be disturbed, baby. But your mommy again there's a little problem," Arkan chuckled at the end of his sentence.

"Is Mommy with the bad guys, Uncle?" asked Kayla worriedly.

Arkan nodded his head, "Yes, the guy is really bad."

"Buck...!" The rebuke from Sheila again made Arkan chuckle.

At first glance he had heard from his wife if his beloved sister was trapped in a complicated situation. A married man approached her. After all who would reject the charm of his sister? Beautiful face like drops of the Goddess, curves of the professional model, white skin as clear as milk, and do not forget the voice that is so melodious when singing.

If only his sister wanted to become a professional singer, Arkan was sure it would not be difficult to reach the peak of success.

"Nice to say that, you see. Later if even become a real soul mate Aya how?"

"What a fool is dear. The guy's obviously married, really."

"Know where?" todong Sheila to her husband.

Arkan feeds a spoonful of porridge on Kayla's plate, then gives it to the nephew.

"Ayara herself said dear. Still don't want to believe?"

"Mas, your sister will always conclude everything herself. Remember when his office in Japan approached him, he said he had a wife, what in fact?"

"But she has her boyfriend. Same thing, right?"

Sheila stopped her bribe. Drink the water in the glass half, then again say, "Different, Mas. Boyfriend and wife are different! The proof is that you already have a boyfriend can still marry me."

"Get started, later on it's crashing again. I missed my night again" said Arkan careless to his wife who likes to bring up the past. But if it has been retold, he himself will be hurt, then cry.

Sheila was shaking her lips. There was no more noise of the husband and wife debate after a long time. Until Kayla's breakfast was over there was nothing left.

"Yey, what a lovely pinter uncle." praise Arkan while kissing Kayla's cheek that still leaves a little baby fat.

Not long after that. Ayasa and Sulastri joined the dining table. They take their breakfast, then eat in silence.

Ayasa notices how gently Arkan treats Kayla. The little girl looked sweet and so submissive, just like Ayara when she was a child.

Haaa. he cannot be denied. There was a hint of longing for his youngest daughter. It's just that the sense of prestige covers it all up. He prestige to say it, let alone meeting a moment a few days ago. Ayara even just smiled and did not greet him at all.

The stubborn girl!

"Uncle, Aunty, Kayla wants to play the piano again. Can I play Uncle Lucas's today?" Kayla's permission with great expectation.

Sheila nodded in agreement, but it seemed Arkan was still worried. He remembered his sister's request not to take Kayla out carelessly again while in Indonesia.

"Well, Aunty?" ask Kayla again.

"Boe-"

"Emmm... Dear Kayla, what if Kayla Uncle bought a piano. Kayla can play at home, how?" arkan cut his wife's words.

Kayla seemed to think for a moment. After a few minutes, he agreed. "Yes, yes, Uncle!"

"Yes, run out of this Uncle immediately buyin. Before the afternoon the piano must have reached home, okay."

"okay!" Kayla looked enthusiastic. The little girl got down from her seat and ran up the steps one by one with little distress due to her short legs.

"Be careful, Baby girl!" sheila shouted warning him.

Sheila has not finished saying. Reina seemed to join them, the woman continued to look down and chose to sit next to her mother.

"Good, I woke up bad luck. It's good to be like a princess?" arkan's circus bribing his food.

"Yes..."

"Guil!" ayasa's wrath coincided with Sheila's gentle tone warning her.

"What's? I told you to act like the guy who hitchhiked in this house. If you don't like it, please go back to her husband's house. Why are you still here?" arkan said casually as if he did not care about his father's wrath.

"I'm sorry, Bang." said Reina without daring to stare.

Actually not without reason he woke up bad luck today. I don't know why his head is so heavy, it looks like he's going to get sick. That is why he stayed in the room long enough and did not help the working prt.

"Have, already... Rei, eat. Don't listen to your brother's words." Sheila sidelines wisely.

"I-iya, brother. Thank you," whispered Reina not daring to speak any louder.

Sheila saw Reina's hand tremble slightly. Maybe she was really scared of her husband. He knew the woman was not so good. One of them told him when he just woke up this morning.

"Mas, don't you have to go to Lucas' office to discuss the cooperation project you planned yesterday? It's late, Mas. Poor Kayla also had to wait for her old piano."

Arkan stood up from his seat, without saying a word to his father. Leaving them was accompanied by Sheila who was preparing to take her husband away.

At the dining table, Reina covered her face with a palm. Her tears were shed, her sobs were heard.

He remembered the past, when Arkan said rudely and pointed at him. There is Ayara who always defended him to make Arkan melt and ended up apologizing to him even though sincere.

If only he had not been selfish to follow his love for Doni. If only he dared to speak honestly with his mother and ask for help. Nothing like this will ever happen.

Reina was well aware that this was her fault, completely. At first he was forced and threatened, but then he also enjoyed the affair. He felt selfish to get Doni. And he was also the one who helped Sofia to easily get the spare key for Ayara.

He made the scheme happen perfectly. Although he did not think that it would make Ayara so hit to the reckless for the ONS the same unknown man.

"Dear, stop. Eat your breakfast," said Sulastri, looking at his daughter.

"All wrong Rei, Ma. Wrong Rei for being selfish, sorry Reina."

Ayasa put her spoon onto the plate. Get out of the chair and leave the mother and child at the dinner table. I don't know, Ayasa doesn't know what to do. Better get out of here, right?