Mother to Young Master

Dilemmas

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The pair of eyes kept a close eye on Adel and Baby El's familiarity. Until the power of the clear circle seeps from both corners of his eyes. He immediately brushed it off. And drove his sports car away from the residence.

The owner of the pair of eyes was Henry, he saw them through his cell phone screen. He's already told someone to install hidden surveillance cameras at some point.

You look so happy together with your foster mother El. You're also very well-managed. I misjudged it all along.

Every day Henry would cross his family's mansion. With cars changing every day. He was willing to spin very far because the direction of the office and mansion was opposite the direction of the apartment he occupied. But that did not dampen his intentions.

The Great Lord knows it. But he chose silence. To where Henry's defense is.

The sun began to rise from the dispute. Adel immediately brought Baby El in. "Haii Oma's granddaughter, is it her way?" greet Mrs Amel. He carried his handsome grandson.

Baby El can only laugh "Kyaaaa kyaaa,"

Adel came to bring porridge for Baby El. The homemade MPASI, Rena concocted it herself.

"Mammm mammmm," Baby El kissed her mouth. As if it was food for him.

"Dear, let's eat" said Adel.

"Let Oma bribe," Madam Amel wants to take over. But just lifting the spoon, El's mouth locked tight.

"Geez, why are you still a baby so annoying?" gerutu Madam Amel's. He did not continue his intention. And let Adel feed.

"Aaaa open his mouth sayangg." said Adel thrust sandor filled with porridge. And Baby El's 'hap' instantly devoured it.

"Hahahaaa he knows that the one who bribed him is already wrinkled," Mr. Abhimanyu laughed at Madam Amel.

"You are, aren't your wrinkles more?" Madam Amel won't lose. He pinched the husband's cheek.

"Yes yes we are already wrinkled."

"You're the one who wrinkles What." Madam Amel hardened her cubes.

"Although Oma, yes I am wrinkled," Mr. Abhimanyu held his reddened cheeks.

"Look at Oma and whatamu, they are old, obviously" said Adel.

"Adelllll did you say to me?" Oma's voice was deafening.

"Where is Madam? I was talking to baby El," Adel defended himself.

"Huuhhh beware if you dare," Oma snorted in annoyance.

"He's a baby, he can't talk. So you don't teach my granddaughter who doesn't" she continued, then she went to the gym.

Mrs Amel continued to grumble, until her gymnastics coach's gymnastics room was waiting.

"Njel do you have any special movements, so that my face remains beautiful and not wrinkled?" ask Mrs Amel.

Angela (pronounced Anjela) her gymnastics trainer frowned. Why this Oma one suddenly discussed the problem of wrinkles.

Hey grandma, don't you remember the age? you're over half a century old. But still won't admit it.

"Why silence? Do the wrinkles on my face really look?" ask her again.

" Ehh no Nyah, you are still beautiful" said Anjel. He is lazy to argue, especially about things that are considered taboo for women.

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Meanwhile, Mr. Abhimanyu's office was visiting Henry. At first, I only discussed work. Until he finally expressed his wish.

"Son, next week Daddy has to go to Grandma's place" said Mr. Abhimanyu.

" What does that have to do with me?" henry's feeling bad.

"And there's Dad's influence, there's a lot of people. Including maids and bodyguards," Henry objected.

"You don't understand what I mean? Don't pretend to son, I know you're not that stupid, "Mister Abhimanyu is getting upset.

"Dadd, you can get Arga or Alvin. They can keep an eye on El." Henry still refused.

"They have responsibilities to do."

"I also have a job waiting for me Dad."

"Well, but you can't forget the facts. That you're his 'real father. You're his Daddy. And you have more responsibility towards El" Mr. Abhimanyu's voice rose. He was tired of arguing with his stupid son.

"Well, if you refuse, I'll just give El to the nanny. Let him take El away from your life. But, after that you're not my son anymore." Mr. Abhimanyu was a little threatening.

"Where can it be so Dad?"

"Why not? You could have done that. That means Daddy can too. Think about it, I'll wait for you in 2 days." Mr. Abhimanyu left Henry's room with an annoyed face.

"Arrrggghhhhhhh," Henry cried out in frustration. All the documents are scattered, as well as his desk is a mess. Arga only shook his head as he entered his boss' room.

"Sorry sir, there's a meeting..." Arga could not continue. Because Henry's been dragged.

"Cancel everything today I have to go" Henry said.

"Give me the keys to your car" and raise his right hand.

"But..."

"Don't ask much, let's give it to you quickly," Henry in a snapping tone. Arga also gave me the car keys. Henry immediately exited the room in a hurry.

What happened to the lion? inner Arga.

Henry drove the car at high speed. He's headed for the funeral. He bought Metta's favorite pink rose.

"I'd like to bring you your favorite flower" said Henry kneeling before Metta's grave.

"You know? Sooner or later this will happen. But I'm not ready to meet him." Henry rubbed his headstone in front of him.

Henry always visited Metta's grave. Even after the funeral was over that day. He just doesn't want to be known to others. For that he always himself visited his Metta.

Henry always blurted out his grievances there. Sometimes laughing, even crying like crazy. All of that was a form of his love for Metta. The wife who sacrificed her life to give birth to El.

"You know what I think, he's good at babbling now, round cheeks, and very handsome. You're right he's better-looking than me." Henry smiled a smile. It was as if he was talking to Metta in front of him.

"But my heart always hurts to see him, I won't be able to look him in the eye" suddenly his face was gloomy. Remembering El's eyes, always reminding him of Metta.

After being content to vent his heart, Henry hurried away. He's already made his decision. He's going to go to the main kemansion.

On the way his heart was not calm. Mind raging. What's he gonna do? It was like announcing an exam.

For the first time since El was there. He must really prepare his heart. Put on the face as scary as possible. Dress like a clown. To make El afraid to see it.

That way El won't see her again. "Hahaha, brilliant idea" Henry told himself.

At the door of Henry's mansion fell silent. He still has a dilemma about his decision. In or turn around?

Henry turned around, but it was too late. Madam Amel had already noticed her presence. I don't want him to have to come in. He kept walking with a bad feeling.

Hope you don't meet him. I hope he's sleeping. May she hate me after seeing me, Henry murmured.

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