Loololand: My Little Children's

Actually

Miranda was stunned, she was taken sitting by the twins who started telling stories.

"Mama never loved papa" she said. Devinda began to tell me ironically, "Mama loves her father brother Rinal, the late Uncle Dani."

Miranda was unable to speak.

Ah, he remembered that person, if not mistaken it was the teacher who taught history in his Junior High. The teacher who was close to everyone made Miranda not suspect her.

However, it is annoying not to know the dark relationship of his best friend with the teacher who is clearly strictly prohibited.

"They love each other"

She imagined Sarah who was always happy every time she met her lover.

"Until mom gets pregnant, funny thing. Though at that time Uncle already had a wife and Brother Rinaldi also just entered kindergarten."

The twins laughed, ironically, both holding hands trying to strengthen each other. Miranda just fell silent, her job was just to listen."

"Makanya Papa became a scapegoat, I heard if Uncle Dani begged Papa to marry Mama so as not to bear the shame. Papa foolishly agreed, he was willing to bear the mistake he did not make so that his brother's household would not be destroyed."

Devinda took a breath.

He looked away, from the age of 5 years he always heard the true rumors.

"Maybe Auntie thinks Mama will love Papa after marriage, unfortunately no, Mama cheated on Uncle Dani again."

"Bos know?"

"Papa tau" replied Devinda. "But papa can't do anything, we've heard if there is an agreement if Papa can't take care of Mama's relationship with Uncle, just have to behave like a husband who ignores his wife."

Miranda did not think.

He felt guilty for his friend.

She didn't think Sarah would do that.

"Our next year was unpleasant because because because you were born Papa did not have to bear the burden."

"No dear" said Miranda.

He hugged Devinda and Revan who started crying. The child looked fragile and needed to be grabbed.

"Boss doesn't think you're a burden, boss always loves you."

"Auntie."

Devinda looked at Miranda, her tears almost down.

"We haven't finished the story."

Revan continued, "Then Mama was pregnant again, Auntie knew that it was Key that was conceived. Ever since he was conceived we have always been envious, and afraid that Papa would leave us for the sake of his flesh and blood. We always thought that Key was my mom's son until he hated our youngest brother, but Key was just like us, not my dad."

Miranda stunned.

"Mama still keeps in touch with Uncle, and Papa has to cover up his behavior until it's uncovered because Uncle Dani's wife caught them."

The two boys laughed.

"Ironis yes, by chance we are his half-brother Rinaldi's sister."

Miranda could not say anything, it was their right to hate but Miranda felt a bit claustrophobic.

"What makes you hate him?"

The twins glanced at each other, this time Revan replied in a low voice unlike her.

"Mama just wants money, just wants Uncle Dani, and status as Papa's wife."

He did not expect Sarah to develop as a lady that shortsighted. In the past, Sarah was only a woman who accepted her well.

Sarah's love changed.

"Sorry."

"It's not Aunt's fault" Revan said, laughing.

"But Sarah made too many mistakes, I should have known this a long time ago instead of when she was dead."

Then, Devinda's words made her speechless. "In fact, we're grateful that Mama and Uncle Dani died that day."

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Miranda walked towards the balcony after making sure the twins were sleeping and no longer crying, now her head was a bit dizzy. He looked at the somewhat bright garden of the Horizon residence, then let out a long sigh.

Then the phone rings.

"What's wrong?" tanyakanya.

'Surely I have a lot of thoughts.'

Miranda sighed, her sister's voice mocking from across the phone. Miranda was too tired to face, so she just cleared her throat.

His sister is the same as last time, if Miranda is not in a state of anxiety he will immediately invite his sister to meet and do a fight or jotos.

'Truly a lot of trouble huh.'

The night breeze hit Miranda's short hair, she wasn't too interested to just listen. The fact about Sarah shook his mind.

It makes things around him feel unable to focus.

'Brother, where are you really? I came to your house but was sold, then to the old house but it was riled up. Where do you live now?'

"I live in my boss' house."

Brother chuckles.

'Well, back to being babu.'

Miranda did not mash up the taunts, she then turned off the phone to coincide with someone coming over and offering a cigarette.

Miranda took one.

"Thanks." -."

Gerald just nodded, he pecked the match and let Miranda smoke. The woman must be stressed half-dead, I don't know what she's talking about with her kids but it seems like enough to make Miranda's brain go off.

However, there is something different.

Somehow Gerald realized that Miranda looked at him from top to bottom.

A little made him misbehave.

"I'm sorry if Sarah bothered the boss all this time."

Miranda doesn't usually apologize, so Gerald is well aware of what the woman is talking about with her children.

Must be about the past.

Gerald sighed, he took off his suit for him to put on Miranda.

"It wasn't your fault."

Her voice sounded calm, Miranda subconsciously felt her anxiety slightly lift.

However, he was embarrassed. He always accuses Gerald of the no-no when it's not the truth. Gerald's just a victim, and that's the truth. No child is too similar to Gerald.

Because they are not those boys.

"I'm really sorry."

Gerald took a cigarette, lit it. He was silent for quite a while. Just like Miranda, she is now looking at the night sky.

"How long have you been a smoker?" ask Gerald, trying to shift the topic.

"Lately, when the stress. That Boss?"

"From High School, but not often."

Both are silent again.

Come to think of it, Miranda didn't have a decent chat for her boss. It made Miranda suffocate a sense of shame, etiquette in the work that she knew was clearly not like this.

Especially Gerald who always understood.

"I'm sorry again."

Gerald threw out his cigarette, he reached out. Miranda frowned, not understanding. However, Gerald did not explain so Miranda took the initiative to grasp Gerald's larger hand.

Feeling warm.

Miranda had thought how it felt to be hugged with a sturdy arm and caressed by the palm of the hand?

Then, he regained consciousness and slapped himself with another hand.

"B-boss?"

"I'm thinking."

Miranda could not ask again because of Gerald's sentence afterwards.

"I'll put you by my side."