Trapped in Love Widower Playboy
Trapped Love Widower Playboy.30

Ayara carries a tray containing one large cup of ice cream, two carrot juices, one serving of french fries, and two servings of beef steak.

Kayla herself had been sitting sweetly on the sofa in the corner of the room, slightly closed from the eyesight of other visitors. View of the cafe & restaurant directly to the bottom floor. Currently they are on the third floor, with a view of the crowd of the mall.

The little girl's face looked gloomy. Putting the tray to the table, Ayara followed the direction of the little girl's gaze.

It looks like a grown man is tying a small children's shoelace. The mother of the child smiled sweetly, as well as the child who looked very happy.

"Hey, Honey. Ngeliatin what?" ayara asked gently to disperse the vision of her little princess.

"Nope, just look around, Mom's got my ice cream." Ayara bore, then handed one cup of ice cream to Kayla's face, "Yeay, thank you, Mommy. I like it," he said enthusiastically accompanied by a cheerful clap of hands.

Sweeping Kayla's darling hair, Ayara turned her face upwards. Trying to hold back her tears from hatching.

He did not not not know if this daughter really craved the figure of a father. Moreover, Lucas lately a little busy with his work so do not have free time to just play with Kayla.

Kayla may be a smart, intelligent, and energetic child. But at a certain moment, the little girl will feel very isolated. Like now, for example, when all the children went with their father. Kayla can only comfort herself by going with her mother.

Little Kayla is required to mature prematurely. The circumstances of the dark past of the mother make him have to be careful in behaving. It's not that he's not grateful for his mother. But there are times when he also needs a father's embrace.

Sit next to Kayla. Ayara started slicing the small steak, then handed it to Kayla.

"Eat baby, later the ice cream."

"Okay, Mom." Without much drama, Kayla slightly distanced her ice cream cup. Put one small piece of meat into the mouth, then start chewing cutely, "Mom! I'm gonna have a drink."

With a swift Ayara immediately took one glass of juice. Lifting it up, then pointing it at Kayla's lips.

"I want water, Mom." Kayla looked at her mother.

"OK, wait... Just a minute, Mom get it."

Ayara walked up to the cashier's desk, then asked for a bottle of bottled mineral water there. When Ayara ordered, suddenly a small child hugged her legs tightly.

Ayara lowered her head, looking down at who it was. How surprised he was when he saw that figure. It was Alex, the little boy who was with him yesterday.

"Oh my God, Alex. Who are you with here?" ayara asked while wailing around looking for who brought this boy.

The child's hand was pointing in one direction. There turned out to be Elena, and a middle-aged woman eating. They don't seem to realize that Alex has lost sight of them.

"Elena?" ask Ayara to make sure. Alex nodded funny. The little boy's eyes pricked regularly.

*Ow, why should there be elena here with everyone else.

After all, when they are not aware of the fact that this child has been told from near them. Want to be escorted there later, Kayla will want to drink*.

Wherever my son is more important, the inner Ayara monologues herself.

"Alex, to Aunty Elena's place, yeah. Aunty wants to drink aunty's child, pity her thirst." persuaded Ayara in a soft voice. He had even crouched down to equalize their height.

"Alex, honey." Ayara exhaled a long breath, then immediately carried Alex, "You so come with aunt between drinking sister, yes. Alex will call aunt's sister's son. He's two years older than you. Ouh yes, next week his birthday," said Ayara half whispered at the end.

Funny thing is, Alex agreed. He raised both his thumbs a sign that he understood.

"Kay," Ayara smiled mischievously when she saw her daughter sipping carrot juice on the table standing up. "She didn't want to. How are you going to end?"

"Mommy is long. Kayla thirsty knows."

"Yes, yes, sorry Mom, yes. Mom met with Mom's daughter. He wanted to come, so mom took him. Shift a little dear," asked Ayara after explaining the cause of her a little while back to the table.

Kayla stared dislikefully at the child in her mother's cradle. But still following the mother's request. Remind Ayara that her daughter does not like children her age. There may be tolerance for very young babies, but for others. Kayla would not intend to be friends.

"First acquaintance, yes. Honey, this is Alex, this is aunt's daughter, Kayla. Aunty told me what to call. Brother, yes, Alex understands?!"

Alex replied with a nod. The boy sat next to Kayla. She extended her small hand to Kayla.

Kayla had glanced at her mother, getting eye directions. Kayla then accepted it a little lazily, "I'm Kayla, remember Mom said. I'm a big brother, yeah, we're not the same age. Don't call me by name!" he answered while pointing a finger like teaching a child.

Alex's head again nodded on its own. Followed Kayla's words to call her sister. But baby, he can't even say that yet.

"Good!" songg Kayla with a slanted smile. The little girl took back the **** ice cream of hers, then bribed it.

He didn't even care if Alex kept staring at him and the ice cream while gulping. Kayla looked back at Alex, then asked in a stern tone, "You want to?"

"More times ask to buy it for your mother. Haiss... Mom she's as troublesome as a puppy" Kayla said without sin. But his hand was stretched out to give a spoon to Alex.

Ayara who had a little surprised by the words of her daughter could only stroke the chest. Then came smiling, after seeing Kayla repeat her activities. Feed two spoons to himself, then give Alex a spoon.

The little girl kept talking. Tell Alex that everything the boy should have eaten was his, so Alex should thank him. Then advise him like a teacher, if the boy should act like a man. Watching a sweet girl like her instead of staying still while eating her ice cream.

"Mom, why is he silent. I'm cape talking! He didn't respond to me!" kayla then handed the ice cream cup to Alex.

"Honey, Alex is still learning to talk. Kayla's smart, it's better for Kayla to talk."

"Really, Mom."

Ayara nodded in affirmation, then fed her daughter one last piece of steak, "Yes, but remember not to talk. Gotta be gentle like Kayla's mother teacher yesterday at school."

"Mother teacher is not gentle. But can not fret, the whole day in order to repeat the numbers one to ten. I'm tired!" kayla protest won't.

Ayara just sighed patiently. His daughter is a little different. Being blessed with a high IQ so that it makes it easier for him to absorb what he learns makes him have to be a little patient to face the nature of his little daughter songong.

Sometimes Kayla does not hesitate to say what she does not like, and she is not interested. Especially when it comes to criticizing people, Kayla is the champion.

"Alex! Aya.." a gentleman.