Mommy For A Duda Child

Part 9 ~Mommy For Children Duda•

Gracel's heart immediately gurgled very fast, as loud as a carriage.

"Om, pelein," Gracel's pinta unblinkingly stared at Revandra's bead eyes.

Bruk!

"Aw," cried Gracel grimacing as his butt landed perfectly on the floor. "It hurts you not," said Gracel.

"And I asked for it, yes I let it go. Where did I try it?"

"But the love of cue dong first," ketus Gracel stretched his hand upwards.

Revandra raised one eyebrow. "What?" tanyakanya.

"Help up" he answered.

"Stands alone, has a leg and a bone, right?"

The man left the fallen Gracel. The girl snorted and tried to stand up, she chased after Revandra.

"Om woi," cried Gracel so that Revandra turned her head.

"Call me don't use om, will you?"

Gracel fell silent and approached the man. "Continue what? Gonna call grandpa, great-grandpa or-"

"Stop, jangna's making things up."

Gracel put one shoulder up and continued to tail behind the man.

"Lo want something?" revandra asked to stop making Gracel hit her body.

"Oh, this is not my home so I want it I have to sleep where and where my stuff lo taroh, mas Revandra," explained Gracel.

"Good eyes, you think I'm a fishmonger. Mas-mas."

Gracel kicking the man's leg made him grimace. "Ngelunjak ya lo, called om do not want to be called mas also do not want. To be called Burhan new?"

Revandra nailed the girl in front of her slowly. "As far as you are, bandit," said Revandra walking back.

"Fucking lo bandits," said Gracel. "Just tell me where to sleep?" tanyakanya.

Gracel stretched his legs to the floor. "Nyebelin really want me to chop." Gracel Gemass.

With an upset heart he headed for the living room. He sat on the sofa trying to regulate his emotions so as not to kick the widow.

"I'm cultural (Need rich widows) But if the two are like this, I give up. I retired to culture" Gracel muttered, opening a book and starting to learn to use the sofa table.

He chose to finish his college eye task first in the living room then would look for a room for him to sleep in.

He yawns because he feels very sleepy but the task is not finished. He could be put in law tomorrow by his lecturer.

"Entertainment, you must be strong." Gracel was observing himself. "By becoming a scholar and achieving your dream of becoming a doctor."

The girl sighed and continued her work.

From afar there is a pair of eyes that just keep paying attention to it million-million. That person was Revandra, he walked towards the kitchen.

"Bik please make the girl coffee, give her a snack," Revandra's pinta on the art that has not slept is still in the kitchen.

"Okay, sir," said the meaning.

Revandra cleared her throat, folded her shirt collar and went into the room to clean up.

He took off his clothes. "Gerah," he muttered in a towel and walked to the bathroom to clean himself.

Art menaroh nampang contains coffee and snacks make Gracel turn his head.

Art is smiling. "Drink coffee, let's not sleepy kasian jut-jutan see it," said the art, sitting on the floor.

"Thank you, bik." Gracel returned a smile.

"His nature is not much different from the late young Madam. Den El calls her Mommy. I'm sure she's the one who deserves to take the place of the young mistress," the inner art kept smiling looking at Gracel's face. It was as if seeing Revandra's late wife who was so cheerful and kind.

The confused Gracel asked. "Hey bik, why?" ask Gracel.

Art is shaking. "I'm saying goodbye" he said, leaving from there.

Gracel continued his work he did not drink the coffee at all, not not just appreciate not liking coffee.

After all his college assignments were done he immediately threw his head on the table and fell asleep.