Rosie Sanders!

Rosy and the kids!

In contrast to the lives of traitors. Rosy's life was endowed with many blessings and boundless happiness. The presence of his two children, became the highest peak of a Rosy's life.

The two seven-year-old boys became a new force for Rosy. Remembering 9 years ago. Where his self has almost desperately fought for something that is almost not worth for him. But given how the mother once owed a life, to a good woman like her former mother-in-law. Rosy started to change her mindset.

If her parents are jerks, that doesn't mean her son is a bastard. And vice versa. Rosy knows that Hany is only the son of a distant relative who was adopted by his two in-laws. Both of Hany's parents died in a single accident and no one wanted to babysit poor Hany. The two-month-old baby was adopted by her father-in-law because they did not have a daughter. Little Harland was nine years old. In lying about the presence of Hany who suddenly in his family.

So that there is no envy as a difference between the brother sister's relationship.

Back to Rosy's life. The kind woman struggled desperately to do a lot of research so that the sp*r*ma Harland sample could be something that produced a small creature called a fetus.

Sp*r*ma Rosy got when they started planning the pregnancy program, before Sindy finally came to destroy all the beautiful dreams. Although Harland initially asked for what interests until his self had to do a series of health tests. Rosy is just quibbling, if she wants to have healthy and intelligent offspring. Although joking, but Harland still do it. Rosy is a doctor, clearly knows what is best for their future child. That's how he thought at the time.

No matter how sick his heart was, his conscience was still knocked not to make a family lose their bloodline. Successfully, after nearly five months of research. Thanks to the help of an old friend, Rosy managed to create two lives from Harland's sample.

Now two lives that once lived beautifully in her womb, have grown into extraordinary children. Mishy and Mylo are her happiness.

Rosy's life at the moment.

"Morning ma.." greet the two sweet children simultaneously. Mylo did not like it when he saw his sister put her bag back on the dining table.

"Is your bag part of the breakfast menu, Mishy..?" Misy looked over for a moment with a panted look. Then pull the bag until it falls to the floor. Rosy let out a long sigh, her daughter had a stubborn disposition that duplicated the basic nature of her biological father. His patience should be extra in fertilizer every day.

"Do you need to help me lift your bag, baby..?" Rosy asked in her usual gentle tone. But quite effective for Mishy who looks clear, immediately pick up his bag without having the mother let out a sound twice.

"Curtain! daughter but her behavior is like a boy.." Mylo's lips glanced at the sister through the tail of her eyes. Mylo who is more submissive and not much behavior helps ease the burden of Rosy's mind. The woman switched professions to become a designer, opening a boutique business rather than continuing her career as a surgeon.

"Mylo.." a note full of warning from the mother made the little man speechless then began to devour his breakfast menu in silence.

"Ma, today I'm going to take a taekwondo class. Maybe it'll be a little late coming home. Uncle Drew won't have to wait for me, or this houseboy will throw another tantrum at my training ground." Sentences full of satire from Mishy's tiny lips, making Mylo's face sour.

"I'm not a kid!" Hardik Mylo with a tone of dislike. "What's wrong if I prefer it at home? See how this kid's doing..." He smiled with pride. Mishy thaws, he knows where the big brother's talking is going. Tails of his eyes glanced at some of the trophies, charters and Olympic medals of his brother are displayed beautifully in the glass cabinets in the family room.

"I also have it if you forget it." - snorted Mishy did not accept. Both have above average intelligence. It's just, Mishy does not like if you have to be directly involved in things that are liked by the brother. To him looks different in choice and thought is important. That's the identity, that's how Mishy's little brain works. He did not like it, for that, he avoided any opposition between himself and Mylo.

Having different hobbies is necessary, so no one competes with each other in the same field. So that unnecessary disagreement will not happen.

Rosy is proud of her children's thoughts. Age is not a benchmark for someone who is able to think long. A small example is his children.

"Are you guys still going to debate, right, kids?" sontak saw the strong arm of the two boys. Rosy smelled a smile at the sensitivity of her two children.

"alright. Let's get ready when it's over, mama will deliver. It's your stock mama plus, and it's yours baby." After getting their lunch boxes each, the two rushed to the car in the yard.

"Good morning miss and little master." said a park administrator nodding respectfully to his two little masters.

"There's a non, take a moment in the post first." With wide steps half running, Mr. Bonar approached the guard post. Almost every day Mishy charges market snacks from her. And he doesn't matter, he and his wife don't have children. For that the presence of Mishy and Mylo is like a solace medicine for both of them.

Struggled 40-year-old man brought back a bag containing two mica. Inside each of them contains the favorite snacks of his two small employers.

"It's non, it's for little master." said his smiling sumringah. Mishy and Mylo received her with a smile that was no less bright.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Bonar. Mr. Bonar is indeed the best poko, greetings to Parmi ma'am yes sir..Mishy who is beautiful plenary is willing to study first to school." Mishy said goodbye by kissing the reverent hand of the man. So did Mylo.

Rosy looked at her two children with a smile. There is no wrong teaching if done the right way. That is his motto of life.

"You have to, every day, always order food on bonar sir. Don't you know, if these cookies are Parmi's sales. You're just like making them go bankrupt slowly." Tegur Mylo looked at the younger brother who looked like an innocent person.

"I'll pay for it later. After I win my taekwondo match in two weeks. Why are you the sewot, Mr. Bonar never protested. Look, you even accepted it with a happy smile. So don't like to protest. Just enjoy the results of your sister's cute face." As usual, Mishy always answered what the brother said.

"I just appreciate it, can't you tell the difference between an unpleasant face and a bright shine like your face. Anyway, yes if you win again. Lose out? who's gonna pay for it?" Mylo's reply was upset.

"Mama's gonna pay for it. So stop arguing. That's not good, especially when you're arguing in front of the food. And the window glass that was wide open." suddenly the two of them turned out, seen Mr. Bonar smiling little. For a moment Mishy stared at the blushing bead of Mr. Bonar who somehow felt the old man on them.

Mishy who is always nimble, gawked his head through the car window.

"Sir Bonar, we'll eat the cake later. Doain Mishy yes, in order to win another taekwondo match this year. The prize is good enough, can make you take Miss Parmi and Mr. Bonar to the night market park. We ride the rides there as much as possible while snacking and friends." Misy blinked her eyes as usual. The act of squeezing the little master is always able to fill the emptiness of the lonely heart of Mr. Bonar without the presence of a child in his marriage.

"Yes non, surely the father of prayer. Spirit yes non.." said the man again smiling widely. One hand raised to the top to encourage her beloved little lady.

Throughout the second trip he was silent. Rosy watched from behind the wheel. Take a peek at the view from behind the rearview mirror of the car.

"Simple it makes others happy. There is no need to always be luxury, simplicity will actually be more memorable than any luxury." Rosy chirped the silence between them.

Mylo glanced at the mother then turned to look at her sister who looked indifferently staring at the side of the road beside her.

"Sorry brother yes dek.." said Mylo slowly. Mishy turned his head expressionlessly, just like Rosy but in a mini version.

"Yes.the next time you want to comment. Words do not hurt someone. Mr. Bonar gives us snacks every day not because I always ask for them. Did you forget that Bonar and Parmi don't have children? Mr. Bonar looks at us not only as a petty master, but also thinks of us as his children. But the feeling of condolence due to caste differences, makes Mr. Bonar pay attention to us in this form. Simple, but it has unpaid value." Rosy rubbed the corner of her eye.

Her daughter does look indifferent and ceplas-ceplos. But behind his attitude, tucked a humble attitude and full of sincerity. So did Mylo. His attitude that is felt, often makes his misperception of the attitude of others. There is nothing wrong with that, considering that both of them are only seven years old. Many children at that age, do not even know how to be kind and appreciate the sacrifice of their parents.

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