Genius Child: Possessive Father

Ngidam 1's

Darren and Darrel are already preparing with the elementary school uniform attached to their bodies. The two approached Alula and Gara who were in the dining room.

"Morning, Mum. Morning, Dad." Sapa Darren and Darrel.

"For twins." Reply Gara and Alula, simultaneously.

"Come, breakfast first." Alula takes breakfast for Darren and Darrel.

"First day of school, should be uplifting. Dad's gonna take you guys." Ujara Gara's.

"Yes, Dad. But, I'm taking her to class, huh?" Darrel.

"For what? No need, Dad. You're this, like it's your first time in school."

"Yes, Asya will be ushered in the same uncle to class."

"Who said? Asya's coming with us. Uncle and aunt can't take him to class."

"Already! Come on, finish the breakfast. Not good, the first day of school is too late."

"What did Mom say. Hurry up, finish the food."

Darren and Darrel gobble up their food. When they finished, they said goodbye to Alula.

"We're leaving, Mom." Darrel said, extending his hand, kissing Alula's hand.

"Be careful, baby."

"I'm leaving, Mom." Darren.

"Yes, honey. Careful."

"I'll go first. Don't do anything to endanger yourself and our future son." Said Gara, peeked at Alula's forehead, then kissed her lips.

"Come,"

"Calm down baby! They're used to seeing it." Answer Gara. "Come, twins! We're leaving."

Gara and her two sons headed for the car. Alula arrived in front of the house.

"Dad, remember, don't get to class. Enough at the gate." Darren looked at his father who was focusing on the streets.

"Yes, I'm not going inside. But why did you ban it?"

Gara glanced at Darren through the rearview mirror. Same with Darrel. The boy looked at the twin sitting next to him.

"Are you angry with Dad?" Ask Darrel, confused.

"No."

"Then? Why did you ban Dad?"

"First day in, there must be a lot of mothers coming. I don't like Daddy being yelled at handsome by them. Father belongs to Mother. I don't like Daddy glancing at those moms." Say it with a flat expression.

She smiled at the answer of her son. Something he hadn't thought of all this time. While Darrel, he patted his eel. It turns out that her brother has possessive blood.

***

The afternoon is approaching. But Gara is still struggling with his job at the office. After he finished, he got out of his briefcase and rushed out. Haven't had time to step through the door, the phone's ringing.

"Hallo, baby." Say hello to the person who called. Alula's Wife.

"Hallo, honey. Are you still not home?"

"It's coming home."

"Please buy me a mango?"

"Mango?"

"Yes. The young mango."

"There's a sale of young mangoes, honey?"

"Some, look for it at a roadside trader. Someone must be selling."

"Yes, I'll buy it. Where are the twins?"

"They're here, near me. What's up?"

"Ask them. What do I want to buy?"

"Darren, Darrell. What do you want me to buy?" Alula asked her two sons. Making Gara who was in the audience smile to herself.

"It's up to you to buy me what. What matters is food." Darrel said, bringing his face closer to the phone that Alula was holding.

"All right, I'll buy it. You guys wait at home, take care of me. Okay?"

"Ready, Dad." Answer Darrel.

"OK, Dad." Reply Darren.

"You haven't come home yet?"

"A little while, sir."

"I'll go home first. Finish your work, then go home."

"Good, sir."

Because it soon passed from before Kenan. Enter the elevator and then drive to the parking lot. He'll buy a young mango first for Alula. Just bought food for the twins.

Car drove away from the parking lot. He went to the supermarket and looked for fruit that Alula had ordered. He was a little hesitant to buy fruit at a roadside merchant. Long enough around the supermarket, the fruit that Alula asked not to visit he found. Trying to ask the supermarket clerk, he still didn't get it.

"Where else am I looking for a young mango?" Mumbled. He could have gotten a young mango by deploying his men to look for it. However, he wanted to feel for himself how troublesome he was to take care of his pregnant wife and cravings. He wants to go through all the phases of his pregnancy and feel it with Alula.

His car stopped at the side of the road, precisely in front of a roadside fruit trader tent. He hesitated again, but he had no choice. He got out of his car and approached the fruit dealer.

A woman selling fruit stared in admiration at Gara. A handsome face with sunglasses attached, making the mother unable to look away.

"Is this selling mangoes?" Gara asked, but only replied with a smile by the Mother.

"Hey! I asked, what's here selling mangoes?" For raising his voice a little.

"Eh, sorry-sorry. What were you asking, handsome?" Ask the mother while blinking one of her eyes.

Hid. What the fuck is this mother? If it wasn't for Alula, I wouldn't have bought fruit from her.

"What's selling mangoes?"

"Oh, mango? There's." The mother pulled out a sack containing mangoes. His face turned wry looking at the sack used to fill the mango.

"Why isn't it in front?"

"I forgot, sir."

Mas's? What is this call? I don't like it. Does he think I'm gold? Called everything?

"Alligators are cooking. The young one doesn't exist?" He asked after seeing the mango that I showed him.

"Young one? There are. But in my house, Mas. If you want, we go there. Just go in the alley, not so far."

Because of being silent for a moment. There was no harm in her accepting this mother's offer. Most importantly, Alula was happy.

"alright. Come on!"

"Well the fancy car, Mas?"

"Hmmm..."

"Asian... Tarno! I'm selling my. Try to get in a nice car first." He shouted at one of his roadside sales associates.

Gara's car drove back in the direction that Mother showed. They entered the alley and soon arrived at the mother's house.

"In front of it, Mas. There's a mango tree." Because nodding. Let him be the driver for this mother for the next few hours.

I stopped the car and got off with my mom. Gara's arrival attracted the attention of several Mothers who were around there, and also her daughter the Mother.

"Eh, Mommy. Who's Ma'am?" Ask her daughter.

"Yes, jeng. Who the hell? How handsome." Ask one of my mothers.

"This is Mas-mas who wants to buy young mangoes."

"Young mango, huh, Mas? Want to diapain Mas?" Ask the mother's son the fruit seller.

"My wife cravings." Answer's short. Making the mothers and children of the seller's mother sigh disappointed.

"Yes, that's the young mango. Just pick it up. My son is gone. Can't help meth."

"I picked it up?" For pointing at his own face. The mother nodded confirming Gara's words. He took a breath and opened his glasses. It made the mothers and a girl glare.

"God, how handsome," cried the mothers.

"Wait!" Sergey the girl. He walked closer to Gara. "I recognize him. He, the master of Gara Emanuel Grisam, the man whose wedding ceremony was televised. Mom, we were watching it." Said the girl with spirit.

"Oh yes, I remember. My God, it turns out he's more handsome than real." Said the mother while pinching Gara's cheek. Made the man throw a sharp glare at her. However, instead of being afraid, the mother smiled back at him. Perhaps Gara's cruel and cold rumors had yet to reach their ears. So that they can look like this on Gara.

"Master," The girl began to change her calling. "Do you still want to get the mango without climbing?" Say the girl.

"How is it? You want to make fun of him with a pole?"

"No. There's no pole that high here. I can have uncle climb it. But can I take a picture with you?"

"No! I can climb it myself!" Reject it firmly. He did not want to take pictures with other women besides his wife.

"Surely can? Lots of black ants."

Without saying much, he took off his suit and moved towards the mango tree. This is the risk as a husband and a father. He's got to do it. Asking his bodyguard to come was no time. It was getting dark, and he had to finish it immediately, then return home.