Father To Baron

CHAPTER 8

"Mom told you how many times? If that person comes, don't go near him! But why didn't the Baron hear what Mom said, son?"

The question the mother asked, made the boy bow his head. His two hands clutched together, without daring to stare towards the main door. Hearing his mother's cry, made the Baron want to come closer. But he did not have enough courage.

"Mother's tired, Son ... If you're still talking to me, I won't talk to you anymore!" arita asserted by giving a threat to the son. This he did, solely to keep his son out of the reach of Banu.

Spontaneously, the boy immediately stared in shock at his mother. He repeatedly showed her the head, with eyes that began to glaze over. Her tiny legs began to step towards her mother, with a feeling of fear.

"Now it's up to Baron ... If you want to go with that guy, go ahead. I'll go as far as possible,"

Hearing the mother's words, the boy's cry was unstoppable. His body immediately hit Arita, who was still resting on the floor. Both of his hands tightly hugged the mother, as if not allowing the woman to actually leave.

"But ... Om Banu is good, Mom."

"He's not a good man, because he's a criminal. I've talked over and over again" Arita said amidst her cries. Wanting to teach a lesson to the son, he distanced the little boy's body. Gently, he held the two small arms with a serious look.

Sure enough, Baron's cry grew as his mother distanced both of their bodies. As soon as she would re-hug the body of the mother, Arita quickly prevented it.

"Om Banu is not a criminal, ma'am! He promised, would meet Baron with Father!"

Bak was struck by lightning, Arita's body immediately froze in place. The woman's eyes looked empty, with tears that seemed to stop flowing. For an instant, his breath was blocked by the throat upon hearing the son's words.

Arita understood very well what the man meant by promising his son that. Indirectly, he gave implied meaning in his speech to the Baron. Of course the son did not understand, so it makes the boy very enthusiastic to meet his uncle.

"That's impossible, son. You have gone far," the woman denied by holding the fragile shoulders of the son.

Arita was really made tired of all this. He knew very well, his son was still early enough to know all these problems. Plus, the man must have influenced the contents of the son's mind.

"What does she say to you every time she goes home from school? Say the same Mother," the woman said with a little coercion.

After learning from the teacher who was monitoring her son, the woman was shocked when she was told that Banu often met the Baron, each boy waiting for an invitation from her after school.

Although at first did not want to make a sound, the boy finally dared to open his mouth when ordered by the mother. "Om Banu said, will take care of Mom if Baron has met the Father." I stared expectantly at the mother's netra.

Arita felt a sharp dagger, which stuck right in her heart. He really didn't know how crazy that guy was. Sadistically, his little son did not understand Banu's words that aimed very devious.

A boy of Baron's age, probably doesn't understand what that means. Therefore, the boy seemed to be very confident in the empty talk he received. That's what makes Arita feel afraid, if something bad happens to the son.

"Baron so impatient, want to see you. Later ... I was with Om Banu first, huh?" said the boy with a face that looked very innocent.

Not wanting all this chaos to continue, Arita shook her head firmly. After removing the remains of the tears on her face and the son, the woman immediately lifted the little boy's body and left the living room.

Without opening his voice, he lowered the body of the son after arriving in the bathroom. Deftly, the woman prepared warm water that was poured into a medium-sized bucket.

"Wait a minute, I'll get you a change of clothes." As soon as he got the nod of the head from the Baron, the woman immediately returned to the boy's room. When it was felt to have started far from the bathroom, he took out a cell phone and dialed someone's number.

"Hello, Ma'am. Looks like, me and the Baron have to move out of this house."