Mommy For A Duda Child

Part 30 ~Mommy For Duda~ Kids

"Revandra what are you doing? You broke Mama's expensive table!" shout Rena.

Instead of feeling guilty, Revandra even more damaging.

"Why are you so afraid that the expensive table is broken? While damaging the hearts of others is very easy, without fear?" this time it wasn't Revandra who spoke instead of Gracel.

"Your table is broken only harms you, but aunty harms the hearts of fellow men will harm the nation."

"Sorry, Mom." Gracel backed off and lowered his head.

"Gak Papa," said Revandra holding Gracel's hand.

"Damn it, lo." Rena wanted to slap a hard slap into Gracel's cheek but was held directly by the girl.

"Don't touch me, auntie's hands are too expensive for my skin that is allergic to joy" Gracel said, shaking the middle-aged woman's hand. "I wanted to respect you for being my mother-in-law, but a mother-in-law like you doesn't deserve respect let alone a conscience" Gracel continued.

"Revandra and I came here just to tell you exactly, not to ask for permission or to ask your opinion about my appearance. Is aunt aware that the ridicule of a man who has not sinned is very great?

"Do aunt know? That your grandson is like his mother? Although I haven't seen Revan's late wife's face, but I'm sure El looks a lot like her."

Revandra looked at her lover and took him away. She knew very well that the girl was gentle, but had the other side of her body that would reog.

"Mas, I don't like your mom very much. Because of him who bullied me I can be disobedient!" resounding. "I'm sorry to lecture him, maybe people out there will call me a future son-in-law of the ungodly."

Revandra smiled. "It's funny to know that you're so rich."

Gracel pinched Revandra's waist firmly making the man grimace.

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"You want to eat first? We'll go out first!"

"But El will be looking for us, Mas" Gracel replied.

"Honey, El is the same Grandma, this time take your time with me," whined Revandra.

Graceland nodded. "OK."

Revandra smiled then her left hand stroked the girl's smooth hand while her right hand twirled the car's steering wheel.

They stop eating meatballs on the side of the road, because of Gracel's wishes he wants to be like teenagers who are dating in general, even though they are no longer teenagers, but papa not let it look romantic.

"The meatballs are two bowls!" shouted Gracel.

"Ok asiap."

"I Love you ayang" whispered Revandra.

"Too Duda," Gracel replied laughing out loud. "Oh, you know what?" tanya Gracel held Revandra's chin from below.

Revandra. "You haven't been told, baby" he said.

"I used to pray a lot to be sent by God, widower spec song jong ki, but unfortunately I did not get it."

Revandra blinked her eyes. "Me?" ask Revandra.

"No! You're not the spec I want!" gracel replied shaking with anxiety. "I only ask for the song jong ki spec instead God gave me more than what I wanted," he continued, making Revandra who had been pursing directly publish her smile.

Revandra hugged the girl's body very tightly.

"Again I love you" whispered Revandra.

"Me too" replied Gracel kissing the man's cheek.

"Not here?" revandra asked pointing at her lips.

"Not halal!" answer Gracel ketus.

"When it is, it is already," Revandra quipped.

"That's wrong!" chirp Gracel released her embrace from Revandra when their order had already come.

"Are you guys a romantic couple I can shoot?" ask someone who is next to them.

"Can." Revandra brought Gracel closer to her.

"Can I give you a little style advice?" ask the portraitist.

They nodded.

The portraitist also tells them what style to look like until the results are very good.

"Thank you, Mas" said Gracel.

"Together." He left after giving the picture to Revandra.

"Good," said Gracel.

"You are very suitable, may you always be together," said the meatballs who brought their orders.