Casanova Brief of Widows

Chapter 85

Throughout the afternoon until night, Bari really felt the change in Caca. He was not as usual, the child was indifferent to him, not spoiled as usual. Bari then thought whether he made a mistake yesterday or today? Yesterday was still fine and still stuck to him, even he was always jealous when he was closer to his mother. But today it's so much different, like it wasn't the Caca he knew.

"Think what mas?" ask Arumi to get ready for bed.

"Nothing dear, just a work problem."

"Lying, you think Caca again, right? Tomorrow I'll try to talk to him again. Maybe he has something in his heart. We slept yuk. You told me not to think about this."

Bari nodded with a smile and then threw herself down. Bari's new habit is that before going to bed he must stroke his wife's stomach until she falls asleep. She would wake up if her husband stopped stroking before he fell asleep. Arumi is now exactly like a child who will wake up if in secret in his mother's residence.

While continuing to stroke his wife's stomach, Bari's mind still glared at his conversation with Caca before he entered the room.

"Rephey're angry with dad?" bari asked after dinner and the boy walked straight to her room.

"No, I'm sleepy."

"Who can sleep without a father? You usually look for your dad when midnight wakes up and you can't sleep anymore, right? Try now to say the same father, why were you just now? Is anyone sick?"

"There is no father. I'm just cape."

"What's up? Dad's son can't cape-cape, how sick will he be?"

There was no answer, Bari turned his head to Caca's face and saw that he had closed his eyes. The man showed a confused face, but he preferred to be quiet and leave Caca. Not to forget he covered the body of the little boy was limited to the neck and replaced the bright lights with a slightly dim light.

Bari accidentally didn't tell Arumi about this. He was worried that his wife was even involved in thinking heavy and influential on the one-month-old fetus.

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The next day, Bari plans to take his son and wife for a walk. Hopefully this way Caca can come back as he always has.

When his hand touched the doorknob and prepared to press it, Bari heard a conversation in his son's room. He decided to stand for a while and sharpen his hearing to know what his son was talking about. Bari himself does not know who is in his stepson's room.

Too bad, just about to eavesdrop, the door to her son's room was open and showed Widya inside.

"Sir, go to Caca's room? I just helped her take a shower. All at once tell for breakfast, but apparently, she doesn't want to eat downstairs. He wants me to bring his food here."

"Why?"

"Say, you're lazy sir."

Bari nodded and asked Widya to leave.

"Caca, eat yuk. I've been waiting for the same mother, we will eat out for a walk," persuaded Bari who actually he himself did not know what made his stepson change.

"Where?"

"Where do you want it? Mall, park or we go to the movies, how?"

"Darling, why are you? Try it, same dad story. Daddy was wrong? Or is the mother wrong? Mommy's out of caca's rage, isn't she?"

"It's okay."

"Yes if there is nothing, don't be like this, son, not good. Father from yesterday was confused by you like this? Try to tell me, Dad, what's wrong? I promise I won't be angry." Bari slightly raised her tone, she was upset and confused how to behave? If nothing happens, why the attitude shown by his son like something is wrong.

"Devil father, you don't love me anymore" said Caca, crying and running out of the room.

Seeing that, Bari only realized that he had just scolded his son. He was so sorry and privileged in his heart many times. After that, he chased his son to the ground floor.

Once he got to the bottom floor, Bari didn't see anyone. He went around calling his son. Even he's been looking into the kitchen, but there's no Caca there. He walked out and went to the park. He saw Caca who was sobbing and seemed to be calmed by Widya. If only the child knew how sorry the father was for raising his tone a little.

Bari then set foot in the direction where Widya and her son were sitting. Widya who was aware of Bari's arrival inched back and left from there. The girl stepped away with a faint smile that accompanied her journey in an instant.

"Caca, I'm sorry, son. I was wrong, I'm angry with you. Sorry, I didn't intentionally. Dad is sad too if Caca is crying and sad. If you know how? Later mom sad too, Caca want mom sad?"

The little boy just kept quiet and wiped his wet cheeks. Bari still continues to persuade his stepson so as not to be sad about what Bari has done.

While inside the house, Arumi and Widya cross paths at the guest house. The veiled woman heard Caca screaming from the room and running. The woman could not catch up and left the room, having just finished her bath and wearing nothing.

"Cca where Wid is? I heard him screaming and running, what's up?"

"Caca sama mr. Bari is in the garden ma'am. Caca cranky because in the same snapped Pak Bari. I don't understand why it can be snapped. Because at that time I was helping my mother prepare breakfast."

Arumi just nodded then rushed to the park.

There may soon be a quarrel between the harmonious husband and wife. Opportunities are rare, and should not be missed. Batin Widya then turned around and walked back to the park. He peeked on the terrace closest to the park.

"Mas, what's going on?" Arumi then approached her son and took him into a hug.

Bari then recounted the incident and the reason why he slightly snapped at Caca.

Caca was still as excited in his mother's arms.

"I was completely unintentional Rum. I had no intention of snapping at him" Bari said at the end of the story.

Unexpectedly, Arumi did not discuss Bari's story, he preferred to hold Caca and take her into the house.

"Honey, don't carry Caca. Remember your content. Not because you're angry with me, you keep forgetting your fetus. Please descend Caca, Rum," said Bari chasing Arumi and trying to snatch Caca from his wife's sling.

Arumi stopped stepping and shouted to call Widya.

"Bring Caca inside" Arumi said after Widya came.

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