Marrying the Brutal Mafia
#119
"Didn't you pick me up?" ask Sky to Ataric.
"Your father is busy. He asked me to look after you for a few days" Ataric said. Ataric lied about it.
"I'll just go home to uncle first, okay."
"I'll just go home, Uncle." Little Sky.
"No, there's nobody in your house. Just come to Uncle's house."
"Mother?"
Ataric sighed, ah again this little girl remembered her mother what she should do. Every memory of his mother Sky always crying or pouting.
"You're going to Uncle's new mother's house" Sky said.
What Sky meant was his mother's grave. Alexa once said that someone died was not buried, but moved to a new house.
Ataric nodded slowly. "Uncle will take you there later okay."
Sky also nodded. Ataric gently stroked Sky's head.
"Cabin."
He carried the small Sky body from the front. Pinched the bushy cheeks of little Sky bulging with a smile.
He took Sky out of the Hospital, got him in the car. Ataric then calls his only child, Javier. Meanwhile, Sky was busy with the puppet in his hands.
"What's up, Dad?" ask Javier.
"Dad will bring Heaven to the mansion. He'll be your sister. You have to take it like your own little brother okay."
"No!" answer Javier quickly.
"Han and Alin are here. Don't bring anything else, this mansion isn't a daycare!!" javier.
Ataric breathed. "You are this ..."
"Mom won't agree either" Javier replied again.
"Your mother is rarely in the mansion so there is no business with her" Ataric said.
"I don't want to, Dad."
The call was turned off by Javier. Ataric snorted, what the hell is this kid.
"Sky ..." Call Ataric turn towards Sky.
"Yes, Uncle?"
"You hungry?" ataric asked who was answered nodding his head from Sky.
Ataric smiled rattling Sky's hair furiously. It's okay Javier doesn't agree little Sky brought to the main mansion, Ataric will take him to the second mansion.
He drives a car to take Sky to his mansion. On the way Ataric continued to look to the side, seeing Sky who was still busy playing with the two dolls he bought.
"Is your back still hurting?" ask Ataric.
"Sick little Uncle," said Sky.
"All right, it's okay. Later you will recover if diligently take medicine .. now sit here."
Ataric sat Sky at the table in the kitchen.
"I'll make you some delicious fried rice."
"I want to help Uncle."
"No need, you just sit."
"Uncle .. I want to help you," whined Sky.
At last Ataric breathed a sigh of resignation. He did not want Sky soy sauce, but seeing his whining like that he did not have the heart.
Sky also helped Ataric make fried rice. Ataric patiently taught Sky his flagship recipe, he had already told Sky not to tell this recipe to anyone else.
When Ataric finished eating together at the dinner table. They laugh and joke with each other.
"Uncle I'm sleepy." Sky yawned making Ataric chuckle.
"You've just eaten already drowsy."
Without further ado, Ataric carried little Sky's body into the room. Earlier he pinched Sky Alexander's gaunt cheek again.
Ataric took her to the room, put Sky to sleep in one of the rooms in the mansion. He picked up a storybook on the nightstand.
"Sleep, Uncle will read you a story" Ataric said.
The night passed with Ataric reading the story to Sky.
After a few minutes, little Sky finally fell asleep.
Ataric smiles. "I promise to keep the sky. No need to fear, no one will hurt you."
Before exiting Ataric, she made Sky's cheeks and covered the girl.
Before Javier loved to carry Sky, Ataric used to hold Sky Alexander as a child. Before Javier made Sky's cheek padlock his hand toy to be pinched, Ataric who first often played Sky's cheek padlock as a child.
Ataric who carried Sky and took him to the bathroom when little Sky wanted to pee, Ataric who was holding little Sky when crying remembering his mother, Ataric, Ataric who took Sky to the Hospital rooftop to see the scenery outside just to cheer Sky up.
Ataric also always tidying up Sky's hair. Everything Ataric did was replaced by Javier.
Javier likes to carry his wife, likes to play Sky cheeks, likes to tidy up to dyed Sky's hair.
Ataric's promise to always keep Sky extinct instantly because he had to die at someone's hands. It's okay, now Javier's the one who replaced his father's promise.
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