RAIN IN APRIL

RAIN IN APRIL
HDBA 19 |Who is her mother?|•



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"Dylan wants a toy?" Glen was currently sitting on his bedroom bed, with Dylan already lying there.


"Toy? lobot-lobot?" Dylan's eyes sparkled, as he recalled the cartoon robots earlier this afternoon.


"Yes!!! Wanna naw? I'll ask Dylan to buy a toy!" Glen exclaimed in delight, as Dylan's face began to brighten again.


"Yeeee!" Dylan immediately jumped up, climbed up Glen's body, then smeared Glen's cheeks until it was wet with saliva. Glen could only chuckle, then ruffled Dylan's soft dense hair.


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Glen drove his car slowly to the nearest mall there. When they arrived, they went around looking for toys.


Dylan wanted only one robot the size of an adult human arm, and then he whined to go home.


"Papa's home!" Glen could only obey Dylan's wishes. Although he had intended to buy some shirts, but yes it is possible next time he thought.


"Eskimmed?!!" Dylan cheered happily as they passed the ice cream vendor walking by.


"Haha.... Oh, my God, Dylan wants some iceklim, huh?" Glen pinched Dylan's chubby cheeks, then parked his car in front of a minimarket.


Both of them went down, and bought ice cream. After that, they got back in the car to go home.


"When we're here again!" Glen smiled as Dylan looked sullen after being invited home, but Dylan still wanted to look at the ice cream.


Dylan nodded enthusiastically, then the little brat curled his body as the music lit up Glen.


Glen could only laugh as Dylan's cheeks were shaken with his body swaying.


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A week and a half later :


Khris moved his feet quickly, he couldn't wait to bombard the many questions for Glen's father, the Giedo.


"Glen when is the wedding?"


"Which wife is it?"


"Besan you which man?"


Not yet seated, Khris has asked a lot of questions, making Giedo massage the temple because of dizziness.


"So really?" Giedo finally asked as he looked at Khris off guard. The man who worked as a doctor was smoothing his glasses and looking at Giedo with a ignorant look.


"Benefit dong, no engineering, no gimmick. It's not just any stuff, it's not an oplosan!" Khris screamed like a traveling salesman.


"Here you go, suck ni ears of your bullies talk!" Giedo pulled the large brown map from Khris' hand and opened it. Then his eyes focused on reading the papers.


"What the ...!" Giedo shut his mouth, as his eyes saw the 99% match figure.


"Lo didn't mean to fall for me, did he?" Giedo looked at Khris with a probing look.


"Yes anjir, where do I want to deal with the same lonely om bule like you!" Khris rubbed his neck in horror, do not let the hospital be affected by this.


"I'm not lonely!" Giedo rolled his eyes, and glared as his ears heard Khris laughing loudly.


"Yes, you're 'me', so learn the real thing there, just like Annie to say lo-gue!" Khris is like that, little things will he reveal.


"Whatever, I'm old and I still talk to you."


"Ye, the father.... Who told you to follow, sir?"


"So that's the way it is, Dylan's really Glen's kid?" Giedo asked once more, did the manor was the Khris idle doang.


"Yes, really, really lazy to engineer it." Khris punched his fists into the air, hoping that the wind could lift the fist pain into Giedo's dignified pretentious face.


"Okay, thanks Khris!"


"Eh, you haven't paid anjir." Khris approached and pulled back the envelope.


"Suppose help as a friend, really stingy." Giedo again pulled, not accepting the attitude of Khris.


"Based on the rich now, hard to come out with money, later the sustenance is new tau tau tau taste."


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"Glen, papa wants to talk." Giedo stared at Glen's face as he ate the pudding at the dinner table


"Well, I'm talking to you." Glen looked at his papa with a puzzled look.


"Let Dylan sleep first, come to the library later!" Glen nodded followed by Giedo who passed away.


Glen immediately helped Dylan eat his pudding, and directly carried him to the room.


"Sleep boy, papa wants to talk to old grandpa first!" Glen chuckled as his mouth escaped mocking Giedo.


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"What pa?" Glen sat on the sofa near his father who was reading the newspaper.


"Read!" Giedo threw the brown map into Glen's face.


The slightly startled Glen almost toppled over. Then his hand opened the map, and read the contents.


"Huh? Wh-what does pa mean?" Glen tried to go through it word for word in the paper.


"Who's mother?" Giedo stared at Glen sharply.


"Glen doesn't understand, it must be papa's job, right?" Glen was still in shock, there was no way the file in his hand was genuine.


"Huh, why would you fake a document like that?"


"T-but-" Glen gulped, his brain asking for possibilities.


"Eat him, I asked once again Glen, who is Dylan's mother? Your setting can not fool us, you even tell a fabricating incident. Pretend that Dylan was in an accident, it was amnesia, but it's all just a pretext for you!" Giedo massaged his temple, puzzled by all this as well.


"Glen seriously pa. Anyway, Glen never sleeps with any girl after college!"


Giedo looked in disbelief, so where did Dylan come from? Can't fall from the sky?


"Everything don't change a bedmate or girlfriend, it's like a dress, until you forget which is Dylan's mother, so use safety if you want to try!" Giedo smacked the newspaper scroll in his hand into Glen's head.


"Don't believe in being a parent!" Glen rubbed his chest patiently, and began to remember the incident when he went to college first.


"Anyways, from tomorrow you'll have to find Dylan's mother, don't lose responsibility." Glen only nodded weakly, he would think about this later.


Anyway, Glen is still in shock, at his age now he already has a child? It's amazing, isn't it? His son met him accidentally.


Although Glen was still doubtful, Glen had to try to believe. His affection and comfort for Dylan had made him accept this well. Even Glen was grateful, he was reunited with his son. Glen didn't know what happened to Dylan before they met.


"Glen will try to make a pa!" Giedo nodded, then Glen paused, to leave from there.


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