Duda Casanova Stuck Love Girl Bar-bar

The torturous sight

Meanwhile, on the other hand with Araela finished cleaning herself and the girl's appearance, looking so cheerful with the clothes worn by her.

He wore a sleeveless tee shirt that displayed an aura of beauty inside him not to forget the mullet haircut, adding masculine levels behind the fake smile that had been so neatly hidden.

Therefore, after meeting the late beloved mother in the dreamland, the girl decided to get out of the house to drown out the unstoppable longing, by looking for fresh air at night that has come to welcome.

Without caring about the appearance that looks like a punk, but basically the girl loves her current appearance more, even she never hugs people sneering at the clothes she wears.

Swinging footsteps to the destination the girl went out of the house, after she vented out all the excruciating disappointment in the chest.

Looking up as her beautiful face gazed at the reflection of the sky, and imagined the black clouds decorating it, was the smiling face of the late beloved mother.

Encourage yourself and prove that she is a strong girl without any fear of the dangers that always come her way.

Today I will prove it to the world. I'm not a coward who always hides under someone's armpits because I'll make them regret having dealt with someone like me. Help your daughter to defend what is mine.

In the quiet shining night the girl continued, footsteps and waiting for a taxi that had been booked by her. Because, the goal is only one place and there of course that place, will make him forget the pain and be disappointed.

“Take me to that place yes, Sir!“

The place where the girl was going was a night market and there she was going, sharing with some street kids that she usually did.

It did not feel like twenty minutes had passed by the taxi he was riding had reached the destination, in front of the taxi door there were several hordes of street children waiting for his arrival.

“Is this not too much of a written cargo, Miss?“ The taxi driver was confused by the money he received from a girl who hired his services.

“Take and do not refuse sustenance, Sir.“

“Thank you very much, Miss.“ After giving thanks, the driver stuck the gas pedal back and left the girl, with a bunch of kids in the rest.

“See not Big Brother came here to entertain all of you .. how do you like?”

Everything compact nodded.

“Good! Now let me book tickets for all of you and don't scramble after this. Okay.”

If the girl was booking some tickets for him and a group of street children, on the other hand, Rewindra Wiratama decided not to go to the office, and let himself relax until nightfall when he was about to change clothes.

The one-child widower's phone rang aloud indicating a call came in and made him lift, and asked the destination of the caller from across the flat object with the logo of a bitten apple.

“If contacting me is not important news not now because I will come out with my son.”

“Anu, Bro... there is good news for you.”

“Quick say, Ser!”

“I have managed to track down the data of the company that submitted the cooperation proposal and surely you will be surprised to hear this news.”

“Don't beat around ce .…

“He is a small company with a big kingdom in the next country, Bro.”

“You're not kidding, Ser?”

“Where might I joke you, Bro.”

“Then did you get some information data about that company?”

“Sorry, Bro... I did not find any name there, other than the initial name written in the words I stole.”

“Alright pull the hacker who stole the data, because I don't want to be smelled if we break into the access.”

“There's nothing more you want to ask, Bro? Mi ....

Lazily serving babble from across the phone, the widower turned off the connection unilaterally, regardless of the swearing aimed at him.

Regardless of an information related to someone so familiar to the young widower, he left the private room by stepping foot to the place where Rolando studied in his room.

“What does Dady bother you, Boy?” After being beside the son, without making small talk Rewindra quickly greeted the child.

What made the boy, surprised by the sudden absence of his dady, was already beside where he was sitting.

“Why bothering me!” poke the boy with pursed lips irritated.

The womanizing widower laughed loudly, as he could not help but laugh at the look on his face, the son who was so adorable when he was angry.

“Don't be like this, Boy ... Angry 'were you about this morning in the next room?”

“It's obvious why you should ask again anyway, Dad.” The boy, did not want to lose the argument considering he did not accept with his dady behavior.

Showing off an asset of pride that made the boy's lips grumble was unclear.

“Hey, Boy ... even your own is still small ... Then why are you angry with dady?”

“You're with your own son, Dad.” It was upset that was felt, by the boy because of the dady, completely insensitive to his condition.

“Why can't it be in front of you?” The look on the face of the widower Casanova, the more he did not understand the way the son's mind.

What's wrong with him changing clothes by showing off his pride assets aka the elephant trunk? This made the widower knead the temple which suddenly throbbed itself.

“In exchange for an apology, Dady for making you angry .. would you like to join Dady looking for fresh air outside?” the offer was intended for the son.

“It's night, Dad and outside are also cold.”

Rewindra was reluctant to respond to the son, instead the widower moved from his seat, he pointed towards the closet where he was looking for a jacket, he looked for a jacket, so that the boys would not get too cold outside as they would spend some time back.

“It's not cold isn't it, Boy?” Rewindra made sure the state of the child, after he finished wearing the jacket he took from the closet.

“Where are we going?”

“Close with, Dady and don't ask much more. Okay, Boy.”

A small nod makes the widower casanova mengumpum smile, because tonight he really wants to create a longing that has always been a shadow of a dream in the boy.

Shortly after the car he was driving drove away, the mansion with a small smile adorning the corner of the boy's lips.

Exploring the place in a speeding car, the boy unknowingly asks to stop at a place and looks into his eyes, leading to someone so well known to the son.

“Dad, try looking that way?” sahut Rolando without looking at the other person. Because, he was scanning for a target that was being stared at.

Simultaneously, the widower was surprised by the scene where his entire body was boiling, and cursed furiously because just a glance at him the elephant trunk suddenly became crowded.

What the fuuckk!

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***Othor_Si_tomboi: lapo swearing, Dad?

Duda messumo: What are you doing?

Othor_Si_tomboi: that's his style.

Messumo widower: shit, Lu. My elephant trunk is not hot cold.

Othor_Si_tomboi: that's your Story, Dad***.