Loololand: My Little Children's

The opportunity?

Miranda forgot, how many years ago this incident she had experienced. For sure when he was Junior High and his best friend was still by his side. Always with him without any reluctance at all.

"Why?" ask Sarah.

Miranda laughed, she flaunted the money sheet to the face of the cute brunette girl. "The rich man's son."

"Hubdom," Sarah replied. He stretched out his hand, "Here for the money shut up."

The Sarah he knew always had no problem with his care for someone. Let alone prohibit, even support the origin of not found out.

"You're the same!"

Both giggle. Miranda sat on the side, put in her money and frowned after Sarah had been silent for a long time.

"Why you?"

"Just miss someone."

"Who's real boyfriend?"

Sarah smiled broadly, "What a curiosity?"

Miranda spontaneously nodded.

Sarah somewhat hung up her sentence, she smiled gently and looked at the clear afternoon sky.

"Secret dong!"

His best friend had a secret relationship with someone. It's so secret that Miranda doesn't know who it is, which Sarah is happy and she feels calm.

However, it is wrong. It was too late when he found out.

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Revan smiled wryly, he saw his father who was pacing back and forth like broken cars. Rinaldi also felt the same way, he was tired of himself seeing my behavior as a grown man who was very different from usual.

"What color do you like?"

Revan turned the eyeball, and so did Rinaldi.

"No idea, Papa don't be nervous like that!"

Rinaldi added, "If Auntie knows she can ilfeel, Om why the hell even more fussy than a girl? Dinner at home, right?"

After Gerald's offer, Miranda agrees on terms at home only.

The problem is that the woman is too tired today to just leave tonight, so rather than making the mood a little worse she is better off preparing dinner alone, he said.

While Gerald is even fussy with appearance.

The two children did not think.

"Papa don't be nervous! Aunty doesn't like nervous people!" revan.

"really?" ask Gerald.

"Look away!"

Revan laughed curled up to himself, Gerald heaved a sigh of relief. He again chose a suit that he would use later.

As he was picking the door open, Devinda came in holding Key, who was asleep in her cradle. The teenager immediately laid Key in Gerald's bed, then went to lay down there.

"Papa mending help Auntie cook rather than making a fuss looking for clothes," he said.

Rinaldi said, "Good idea, Om, must be a distressed aunt for trying to prepare special meals."

"Wrong," Shall Devinda. He chuckled, then pointed at his father with fiery eyes. "I swear Papa will pass out if you eat Auntie's food!"

"Why?"

"Auntie can't cook."

Gerald had guessed that.

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"Sorry boss, troublesome. I asked for dinner at home."

Gerald just nodded.

The dining room felt quiet after he allowed the kitchen staff to leave them. The long dining table is transformed into a small table with only two chairs.

Miranda cleared her throat for a moment, nervous about making a mistake until she was fired.

"No, you work really well. Even you're the only one who lasts longer than other caregivers. You can be trusted Miranda."

Miranda smiled.

Obviously he is dependable and hardworking which is unlikely to disappoint people.

"Thank you."

"What's it like to take care of the kids?" ask Gerald.

Miranda put down the spoon, her eyes somewhat twinkling about this topic.

"Unbelievable, they're always adorable. Although sometimes naughty, I mean the kids are just too active until I get tired of following them. The rest of me I've always loved taking care of the kids rather than my old job."

Gerald smiled.

He wanted to capture how Miranda still smiled like last time.

Gerald saw Miranda's response, who was now laughing, then a bit rough hitting the table either because of reflexes or what.

"I'll adopt after I raise a lot of money."

"I mean, your own flesh and blood."

"Oh."

There's a long pause.

Miranda glared at the ceiling. Under the view of society that views women as less worthy to do this. The age of 28 has been labeled a spinster and is less acceptable.

He knows that clearly.

"No boss, no one wants to be with me."

"If there is such a thing?"

If the person was clearly in front of his face, it was clearly waiting to be noticed a little.

What Miranda might say if her best friend's ex-husband likes her.

"Maybe he's blind."

"Your mouth is a bit sharp" said Gerald.

Miranda drank the thick liquid from the glass, then smiled widely while shaking the glass.

Miranda chuckles amusedly.

"I'm just talking facts, the guys love young women"

"Not everything."

"Most men like young women, who are still young to be fooled."

His eyes were pinching, clearly staring at Gerald.

Apparently Miranda still remembers Gerald as the vile man who took away Sarah's future. Ironically, he could not stand this but insisted on not getting dizzy.

He knows temprament Miranda, the most appropriate way is to pretend not to know or change the topic.

"Maybe. Then what about you? sure you don't want to get married?"

"Not ah, taking care of yourself is not good how to take care of others."

Miranda grumbled, in Gerald's eyes it looked funny.

"But you're good at taking care of kids."

"That's different boss! I can because I like kids. They're like angels God sent down to take care of me."

Gerald chuckled, Miranda was too fiery as she said it to the point of not realizing her food was splattered.

He then stretched out a tissue, wanting more but at this moment Miranda did not like to be touched.

"Thank you boss."

"No problem."

Both of them were late in the dinner, until it was over, Miranda put the cutlery down first.

"Thank you."

"For what else?" Gerald asked confusedly.

"Thank you for the boss's kindness during my time at work."

Miranda smiled, looking down a little so she could not see how Gerald had closed his face. He had just raised his head when Gerald cleared his throat.

"It's my duty."

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Rinaldi picked up the phone, his mother's name on it made him sigh tired. Upset, panicked, guilty and other negative emotions become one.

"What's the matter Ma?"

'You must be at Gerald's house, right? Go home!'

Rinaldi sighed.

He rubbed the hair of Revan and Devina who had fallen asleep on Key's left right. Then, it enveloped the children without much comment.

'Rinals!'

"Yes Ma, this is Rinaldi going home. Soon enough, this is gonna take the key."

'You can't say, mama told you not to go to Gerald's place to meet the illegitimate children.'

"There is no such thing as an illegitimate child, Ma. Revan is the same Devinda did not know anything," said Rinaldi lirih.

He immediately walked to the door and closed it, he did not want his debate to wake the children.

Rinaldi is unconscious, if in fact Devinda and Revan are not really sleeping. The twins woke up, glanced at each other then sighed.

"The mother of Rinaldi's brother was spooky" said Revan. "The love of Rinaldi's brother is told to go home at night."

"Not wrong."