Father To Baron

CHAPTER 32

Arita stood in the doorway, with her blank look. It was late in the afternoon, but his son still looked cool with his peers. The woman's daydreams instantly froze, as soon as she heard the voice of the baby.

"Mother, don't be so dumb. Not good, tau .." he said as he walked closer.

His head looked up, making Arita have to crouch in front of the body of the little one. A smile re-emerged in the woman's lips, while gently stroking the beautiful face.

"Mom's having a problem?" ask her with a voice that sounds typical in Arita's ears.

Instead of answering, the woman was staring fixedly at the face that was right in front of her. Handsome face, which was exactly like her late husband. Unknowingly, a clear liquid had already pooled in his eye pelup.

"Baron's dear mother" A sentence that made a sincere smile re-emerged on the little boy's lips. His small palms, rubbing Arita's cheeks that began to get wet.

"Baron also dear Mother," After saying so, the little boy's hand immediately clutched his mother's body tightly. By resting on both knees, Arita can feel the warm embrace of the baby.

At that moment, Arita smiled with haru. His hands hugged the Baron's body even more tightly, as if reluctant to take it off.

'taste ... I'm interested in you, Miss'

A confession sentence from Gibran, immediately replayed in his mind. He really doesn't understand what to do next. The stranger surprised her.

"Mother don't cry, you'll be sad." After letting go of her embrace, Arita again chuckled. Looking at the face of the son, made his mood even better.

For a moment, he could forget the heavy burden that was on his shoulders. As much as possible, Arita tried to get rid of everything related to the foreign man named Gibran.

"It's Maghrib, it's time for the little boy to come in." After menoel nose pointed the baby, the woman laughed a little look at the face of the baby. Without waiting for long, Arita carried the Baron's body into the house.

At once, Arita laughed. Hearing the question, made the woman shower kisses all over the face of the baby. After lowering in the bathroom, Arita patted a glance at the top of the Baron's head.

"Baron wash your feet first, huh? Mother prepare the scabbard," said the mother who was carried steady by the little one.

After Arita left from the bathroom, Baron's tiny hands directly pointed the hose toward his feet. With a slight rub of his feet, the boy hoped that the dust sticking up would disappear.

The tiny footsteps of the 6-year-old boy led to his room and the mother. His smile was increasingly printed clearly, as soon as he saw the mother had prepared the goods and needed it.

"Well, too, son?" arita asked as she handed the plain gray glove, to the Baron's small hand. Seeing the response from her son, made the woman nod her head.

"Baron all prayers, ma'am ..."

As usual, Arita was speechless by staring fixedly at every inch of that handsome face. In that way, she could clearly see the figure of her late husband.

After kissing the mother's hand, the boy as tall as Arita began to walk towards the front door. Followed by the woman, who now feels anxious to see her son growing up.

After monitoring the baron and entering the mosque, the woman closed the door. Not long after that, the sound of Adhan began to echo. Likewise with Arita, who now intends to immediately take ablution.

He had not had time to perform prayers, a knocking sound was heard from outside. With furrowed brows, Arita walked closer towards the living room. Sure enough, the door of his house was knocked indicating that there was someone outside.

Deg ...

"Hi Arita, I'm really here."