Duda Casanova Stuck Love Girl Bar-bar
Confused About What?
Rewindra pursed her lips when she heard a statement about the wife's personality that made her guess if, the girl was not as simple as her appearance also looks different when she first met the girl.
“Don't I already say this to you .. those lips don't deserve to sulk even Rolando lost far from your lips.” The girl retaliated by throwing a sneer that made the man standing behind her stupefy. “I don't need to say anything about our relationship .. have forgotten everything I've told you, Bee?” Unknowingly the lips of the girl suddenly called out to the man behind her with the designation, 'Bee' which made Rewindra a little distrustful of the name of the girl.
“Can you repeat what you called for me, Madam?” pinta the man with a flowery heart.
However, the girl was reluctant to discuss about the designation intended for her with, she shifted the direction of the discussion about pent-up talent in her son. “Maybe it's just wrong so there's no need to ask me to repeat it okay .. I want to talk about my son's talent, have you not known anything about him?”
Rewindra shook her head because since Rolando was born he had not once held a red baby until it confused him about the talent being discussed by his wife.
“That's all because of a mistake I've made that I don't know anything about his talent.” A sense of regret that stifled in the chest made Rewindra only able to hold it, by himself without being realized by the man if the girl before him was so perceptive with thunder settled in the heart. “I don't even deserve to be called 'daddy' by him because I gave him a wound that could not be healed easily.” In front of the girl he showed a fragile side that had been never shown to anyone including both parents at once.
Temporarily stopping the activity that was being done by the girl by moving from the seat to, approaching the man who looks sorry for everything that has happened with a little comforting fragile heart.
Giving way for the husband by showing a neatly typed poem to make the man's heart tremble when he is presented, with the inscription slashing the deepest recesses of his heart to the point of being unable to say anything about the poetry poured out by Rolando himself.
“Mrs ...” Calling the wife to ask for an opinion on her son's talent. “Do you allow him to do what he wants? Including about the ideals dreamed by Rolando?”
“I don't understand that but even so I never, in the slightest forbid him to do all the things desired by him!” firmly the girl with cold eyes.
Therefore, he himself will never forbid the son to do as he pleases to achieve the dream. “Whatever's bad about you .. she was born from all the love that was left to you, that you keep her like she sacrificed her life to give birth to your successor!”
