It's not my fault for taking your wife

BSMI 65's

They arrived at the amusement park. Giany got off the bus with a mind hovering. Remembering Allan was so close to a foreign woman that he assumed was Babylicious. Giany might be jealous. That's her right as a wife. But if you recall the reason for being able to marry Allan, it would be too selfish for him to keep that feeling.

Children run to each other to enter an amusement park where a coloring competition is held. Maysha walked vigorously while clasping her mother's hand.

“Bun-da ... Ma-u pizza?” He pointed to his favorite restaurant.

“Bby, Darling. But later after the lomba is finished yes ..”

“Iya, Mother.”

Applause was heard from the corner of the room. Ayra was there with a smile of hatred. What the woman wants there, certainly for something evil. Accompanying Maysha was just a mere mask.

“Wah, great also you. In addition to seducing his father, you also managed to seduce his son until he could call you mother. And you make her forget who the woman who gave birth to her.” The spicy innuendo was spoken fluently from Ayra's mouth.

Maysha immediately moved behind Giany's body to hide. Ayra's eyes are squeaking. He did not accept that rejection.

The mothers present there stared at the cynical Giany. Some of them whispered to each other. But the mother-mother, whisper until heard from a distance of several meters. They seem to deliberately corner Giany.

“Maysha Dear, just sit there huh?” Not wanting Maysha to be frightened, Giany chose to take her to sit on a wooden chair, in the corner of the room. But Ayra did not give up. It again brings insinuation.

“See, Maysha gets scared of her own mother. You are a crafty woman.”

I don't think Giany can take it anymore. He turned around, looking back at Ayra. “If I'm sneaky, then Bu Ayra what's her name? Which mother would leave her newborn child? And what about the trauma that Maysha experienced to the fear of meeting her own biological mother?”

Ayra was silent for a moment. His hand clenched until it raised its veins on the back of his hand. His red face represented shame to his friends.

“If Bu Ayra is indeed a good mother, surely can melt maysha easily. He is not a difficult child to approach, but depending on the person is sincere or not. Little children are sensitive, they can judge for themselves which ones are sincere, and which ones are faking.” Without caring for Ayra anymore, Giany took Maysha away to the corner of the room. Waiting for the race to start.

Ayra was silent where she stood. From there he stared hatefully at Giany.

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Maysha is ready with a typical restaurant apron and chef hat. Maysha Hadikusuma's name is written there. He seemed enthusiastic waiting for his turn. This was his first experience in such an activity.

“Mother May-sha wants that ka-yak kak pizza bu-at,” he said while pointing into the kitchen where can be seen the activity of some employees who are teaching other children how to fill the topping on the pizza.

“Iya Darling. Wait for the turn ... This is Maysha's turn kok.” The little girl nodded enthusiastically.

Until it was my turn to enter the kitchen. Giany.

With the help of a restaurant employee, he filled the topping on the pizza. Very delightful. Ayra gets in there and starts to get attention from Maysha. This time Giany doesn't want to be selfish. He let Ayra accompany Maysha even though the little girl had refused. But Giany managed to calm him down.

A few minutes quickly passed, Maysha was already sitting in another corner of the restaurant devoted to children, while waiting for her homemade pizza roasting. Giany did not come in to give Ayra space to be close to her daughter.

Disturbance was back present when some friends Ayra stared at the cynical Giany. it felt very impervious to all the spicy innuendo. Hot air was covering his body. He chose to go into the bathroom in the corner of the kitchen, washing his face with water to refresh his heated mood.

Giany held his breath several times to calm his mind. He didn't even hear the phone ring a few times.

"It's free to defend yourself from haters like them. The result is the same. Better to avoid. All of their accusations are untrue. I never seduced Mas Allan" he said, then washed his face with water.

It feels fresher when the cold water feels absorbed into the pores.

A few minutes later ...

The sound of a long alarm alarm alarm alarm surprised Giany who was still alone in the toilet. His eyes immediately broke. He panicked.

“The alarm sounds? What's the matter?” the woman hurriedly headed for the toilet door, turning the handle several times. “Locked?” Giany panicked while banging on the door.

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