I'M THE ONE WHO'S KEPT
CHAPTER 261
Deborah shudders. That look really wanted to kill him.
Dion and Deborah continued to give fertilizer to the plant that was filled with laughter and little story from Dion about the flower. Debora Nenar really enjoyed her time with Dion.
Dion's sweat was pouring out, as was Deborah's.
"We wash our faces first. Clean everything.. Come on.." take Dion.
Deborah did not refuse and followed what Dion said.
"Where are you going..?" Deborah was surprised that Dion had come into the toilet.
"Yes, accompany you.. You're pregnant again so there's a tight guard donk.." Dion held Deborah's hands together and took her slowly to the toilet.
"But I can do it myself.." Deborah refused.
"Yes can.. But I'm still helping.."
"A.. Dion....?" Deborah screeched as Dion washed his face and hands in the same toilet.
"Why..?" Dion wiped the water on his face with his palm.
"You.. Why..?" Deborah shy.
"Yes wash your face.. It's okay.." Dion continued washing his face.
"There's a toilet next to it.. There's no water..?" Debora Protest.
"There was.. But I'm already here just like you.. I'm afraid I'll leave you alone in here.. Afraid why napa..." Dion washes his feet by slightly raising his pants to the calves.
Afterwards, Dion took off his shirt and washed his sweaty neck.
"Oohh my goodness.. Dion..?" lirih Debora's.
"What.. I'm getting hotter.. Eeaa.." Dion seduces Deborah.
Packs..
Denora hit Dion's back with the palm of her hand like she was hitting a mosquito.
"Haha.." Dion laughed.
"Kc.. You're this.." Deborah's Tweet. He also cleaned his hands and face like Dion.
"Have..?" Dion waited for Deborah to clean up.
"Yes already.. Uh you didn't wear that shirt..?" Debora glanced at the shirt on Dion's shoulder
"It's not good to see a child.." Deborah came out of the toilet first.
"OK on ready.." Dion followed Deborah.
"Hi Popsy.." Greet the children who cross paths with Dion and Deborah.
"What is Popsy Dion..?" Debora finally found out.
"The popsy.. Actually papa.. They're sudsh I consider my own son.. So I got called popsy and that in itself means popular.. I'm the most popular of all the people who visit here.. Usually the three of us who come here every Sunday, but my two sisters are busy waiting for this so I myself. Of the three of us I am the most popular according to them.. That's why I'm called popsy." Dion's Story.
"Oohhh.." Deborah nodded in understanding.
"This one is in the same foster Bi Enna who brought pudding and Bi Ani.. There are about 50 or 60 children.. They grew up in this parlor.." Deborah watched the children who were playing there and here. With his friend and also a small toy toy in their tangam.
"Aren't you hungry..?" Dion glanced at Debora's watch.
"Huh..?" Deborah.
"Eehhh yes it's 12.. Geez that long I'm here..? Rena must have found me.." Deborah opened her bag and looked for her phone.
"Tumben ain't no he's looking for me. Might have told Hery..." Debora Gumam.
"Emm Debora.. Does Rena still remember me..?"
"Yes.. Still am.. But her husband was jealous.. Oh yeah I almost forgot..?" Deborah patted her forehead.
"What..?"
"It's from Hery.."
"Kc..Ja.. He said this morning.." Dion murmured and just received the envelope.
"So morning..?" Deborah tilted her head.
"Yes.. Hery called this morning. She said, please change everything I ever gave Rena.. At first I was confused.. And when you come, I understand what that means.." Dion kept smiling sweetly.
"And this is mine.." Deborah added one more envelope.
"Kc.. You're these.. No.. This is especially for you and your baby.. Don't give this back to your son's fortune.." Tweet Dion.
"Yyyyyyyyyyy.. You're this.. Don't make me unable to sleep.. Oohh yeah when did you enter that letter..?" Deborah recalls another letter that left her unable to sleep for a few nights and finally asks Hery to find Dion's whereabouts.
Dion's...
