My Dowager Montes
#50. Regretted?
"Of course I'm angry"
"Did he also battered like Andrew, Momy?"
"Engga"
"Wad's? any worse? enter ICU? a coma?"
"ck.. worse yet, baby"
"Seriously? diapain mom's? duuuh exclaim deh keknya if momy dh bersamuk"
"Momy records, momy trus so it's proof to sue for divorce" Chelsea replied calmly, but not with Alexa who was not satisfied.
"Momyyy. why did not be beaten first trus pitesin tuh hands ma feet the demon uler rice paddies sii" Alexa sulked folding both hands in the chest. Chelsea was anxious to see him and randomized his bangs.
"Later Momy can be hit by ka de er te sayaaang. If he does not admit cheating because it is often beaten by Momy, it adds complicated business. Before acting momy had used the calculation to let the spit is done, males at long ago. Momy pen cepet free"
"Trus why then Andrew can be battered? momy ain't scared of being reported for that attack?"
"engga. Momy knows the location of CCTV. Even momy was reported to the police. Will you be treated if you get it?"
"wait. Who's Andrew?" ask Mama on the sidelines of her chewing. Almost a mosquito.
"Naaah, when one day he saw momy, he was interested in momy, continued to miss momy modusin previously nanya about momy to Lexa, including about momy profession and where momy works. Lexa did not think that that day she deliberately truant to snack momy. Worse, Lexa is like a mergokin momy again in the same kiss she is. Yeah cuddle up Lexa, hate momy. Sampe dady see full cctv recording. Lexa nyesel granny, has misunderstood momy. And yes, the latest news.... Andrew turns out to be Dady's ex-wife's son"
"WHAT?"
"WHAT?"
"My god you guys have his mouth on what toa? lexa's ears hurt" Lexa scratched her ears.
"Well, Mama is getting dizzy, just want to sleep. The more you know about the reality even make mama can not sleep later" Mama really decided to sleep first. He went to a special room that Brian always cleaned when his mama didn't stay. While Lexa also went to the room as well, citing drowsiness. I want to give quality time to both of them.
They were in the middle of the room, witnessed by a 55-inch rectangular screen featuring soap operas.
Brian lay on Chelsea's lap sitting on a fur rug while leaning against the long sofa behind him.
Brian twisted Chelsea's dangling hair touching his face.
"You're not going to be part of my life. I will never nyia nyiain you" Chelsea looked fixedly at Brian who was also looking at him deeply and wistfully. His hand rubbed the head of Brian on his lap. His finger played Brian's dark brown hair.
"Maybe you're the one who's gonna be the money because I'm part of your life"
MANAA😆'S THUMBS
