My son, not my son

Chapters 30. I don't like Lato-lato

"Excuse me all. I'm going to the room. A bit of a headache," said Ela softly.

In a hurry he walked towards his room without looking back. He showed his head. But no one realized that, not even Hanai. They were still busy with Nawal who had just returned home.

"Where is he going?" inner Nawal. He was the only one who had noticed Ela, smiling faintly at everyone so as not to suspect which way she looked.

"It's true he doesn't care about me. He doesn't love me. Maybe that's why, I was taken by mama Fiya. Tega was right as a mother, "inner Nawal again.

"I need to know more details. Who is my real father. It's also free for me to ask everyone these days, because no one wants to be honest with me" she said.

No matter what his feelings were, Nawal did not feel that his father was. That feeling is so strong. He did not even feel any vibrations when he met Hanai. The next time he meets Ela.

In the past, when Nawal had asked the reason why Ela looked like Ela's face and her face, it had made Nawal waver. Indeed between Ela and Fiya there is a resemblance but only a little. But when Nawal slept at Ela that time, he intelligently took a sample of Ela's hair that fell on the bed.

He put the hair into a tissue that he had shaped like a wallet, so that it could hold the hair. Then he sent it to Nadim's home address through an online ojek. So that no one suspects him.

Even Ela was unaware of that. He was very good at sleeping at the time. Nawal's shrewdness moved so as not to make any noise, making it smooth to investigate the truth.

Then Nawal asked Nadim for help, to give a sample of the hair to his omnya who happened to be a doctor at the hospital owned by Nadim's daddy. Yes, it was Nadim who Nawal called at the time.

"Let's take a break, shall we?" the question was gentle to everyone who was still swarming around him.

"Let's tired it was group work," she said again.

Everyone immediately fell silent. And could do nothing to hear Nawal's reasoning.

They were like hypnotized by the soft words of Nawal. As usual, he will warmly and gently speak when there is a desire of his heart that must be followed at that time.

"All right, sweetheart. Go sleep. But kiss used to be the same mom, aunt and grandmother," said Fiya gently too.

"No kiss. Awa is big. Why kiss kiss," he said quickly. Back to his cold expression and flat manner of speech.

"Good night, mam, pap, granny, auntie and om" it's fast. He did a toss with all those adults. No one's kissed or hug by him.

"Unfavored game," as he commented when Fiya had played lato-lato in front of him. At that time Fiya wanted to show her son how to play lato-lato.

It wasn't Nawal's intention to insult lato-lato. Nope. But he didn't like it. Everyone has the right to their choice? Similarly, Nawal, the little girl who had a cold and flat aura behind her beautiful face.

Instantly Fiya immediately shrieked at that time when Newsletter said that lato-lato was an un-profitable game for him. Makes the headache hear the noise.

Fiya can what? He cannot force if Nawal does not want to. He did not want his daughter was burdened mentally just because she was forced to obey the wishes of her parents.

Although Fiya often wondered, actually this daughter is as smart as anything? What adult?

Everyone gasped at Nawal's reply, saying he was no longer a child. And no need for a kiss. He's five years old. And such a thing is natural to be asked by his mother to a child of such an early age.

"All right, sweetheart. Good nights. Good dreams, yeah."

"Hmm" Ela cuek said to that.

Gegas Nawal walked towards his room. Still a few steps away, Arion suddenly called out his name.

"First..."

Nawal stopped his steps.

"Yes, pap," he said without looking.

"Tomorrow we'll go home. Get to sleep so that you wake up faster tomorrow. Because we leave in the morning" Arion said.

"Yes yes yes. Finally home too," Nawal cheered inwardly. This is what he is very much looking forward to. Dai misses all his game tools. Until he realized that his smile had grown.

"Well, pap," he replied with a full smile.

Fiya knew her daughter well. He knew he didn't stay out for long, out of his most comfortable room. Which Nawal often refers to as his royal palace.