Last Night With Your Papa

Last Night With Your Papa
Little Chat



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Linda's main room


Linda had just been sitting on her ornamental desk chair when she suddenly heard her bedroom door being opened by someone, the woman hurriedly looked back and she just wanted to say,


"Did aunt get her?"


the old woman went to the nearest mini market, Linda asked the woman to buy something for herself.


but he hurriedly undoed his intentions as he realized who had entered his room this time.


"Sa..who?"


Linda asked a little nervously, completely distrustful of her gaze when she knew Bastian was standing in the doorway.


Her eyes were glazed over, she stood up quickly to approach the man.


"Can I get a P3K box?"


Yahya Bastian suddenly.


hearing Bastian's question as soon as Linda frowned.


"Are you hurt?"


He asked while trying to pay attention to each body of Bastian from the tip of his head to the tip of his feet.


"No. my friend is hurt"


The man still displayed an expression of his disappointment but even so Linda could still hear the good manners of Bastian while talking to him.


Well even though Bastian is not really as good as the other kids or he's not really good at educating Bastian but Linda always insists that Bastian be polite to older people.


Maybe he was wrong for teaching Bastian not to really obey Gerald, but at least Linda always advised as bad as any nature we should not forget not to hurt others or harm him.


"Is it bad?"


Linda hurriedly asked frantically as Bastian said his friend was injured, it meant that the young girl was the one who was injured.


"Is there anything Mommy doesn't know?"


"I didn't hurt her"


"No, I mean it was my fault for breaking something in the room, she wanted to help clean it up to make him hurt"


Bastian's tone was filled with regret, he was seen bowing his head for a moment.


Linda immediately froze, in the end the woman immediately moved to look for something in her walk in closet that dominated the white.


after getting what Linda wanted, the woman hurriedly turned around and approached Bastian again, giving him the P3K box quickly.


"Do you need Mommy to come to your room and help you clean and treat your wounds?"


Linda asked as she stared into Bastian's eyeballs.


He could see the man seemed to object, though, he knows Bastian can never refuse his request but during his life together with the man and establish a relationship exactly like a child and a single mother Linda understands and memorizes Bastian's body language.


The man seemed to want to say NO.


"Don't forget to clean the wound with alcohol, make sure there are no glass fragments left in the place of the wound and then just give the medicine"


Linda's message was quick, then the woman turned her body slowly, she thought maybe Bastian had not really wanted to look at her face, the man may still need time to talk a lot and really find the right time to vent his anger.


"Tell Mommy if something's going to make things difficult for you"


Say Linda slowly.


Bastian looks silent, as his right hand grips the P3K box given by Linda, he looks at the woman's back who began to step away from him slowly.


The man looked unmoved for some time, he then stared at Linda's facial expression from the direction of the glass of his roulette cabinet.


He could see how the woman's expression was at the moment, as if she was carrying a burden that Bastian could not understand.


Bastian sighed softly, he flipped his body quickly and tried to get away from there until finally the sound of the door closing quickly.


Linda momentarily stood right in front of her glass tolet, she stared at the perfectly closed door for some time, then did not feel a tearful circle fall behind her beautiful cheeks.


Long enough he tried to hold his feelings until finally a message suddenly entered his cellphone.


The woman tried to wipe her tears quickly then she opened her cellphone on the table slowly.


Then slowly Linda's facial expression began to change, the woman's eyeballs stared at the nanar of the message she had just received.