Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

117. Rabbit and Turtle Fairy Tales

I'm really stuck, this kid doesn't want to sleep. If I go home, she'll cry again. Duh, how should I do this? I have to go to work tomorrow too.

"Wouldn't! Garrlla doesn't want bobo!" whining the boy. I resigned, this is how it feels if I have a child. Warm and also spoiled. Especially because she has never felt the love of a mother since she was born.

"How do you want to tell a aunt?" I asked Gara. His head nodded quickly. Confused as well as what story I will tell this child.

"Whatever the story is, yes. It seems like Aunt Ayu is confused," said Gara with a smile towards me. This chest just kept pounding looking at his smile that close.

"Wouldn't! If Papa who cerrllita so not benerrll. Aunty period, Papa said kurrlla-kurrlla same rabbit race larrllii, rabbit losing. Rabbits jump with the larrllinya. How can you lose?" protest this boy. I want to laugh, but I can't stand it because I don't want to ruin what's on this kid's mind.

"Oh, huh?" my many. "Tante doesn't know the story of the rabbit as well as the turtle. Who won who?" I pretended not to know.

"Harrllus is a rabbit, Auntie! Papa the same book cerrllita that is nonsense. Ngaco! Try Aunty Thoughtirll, kurrlla-kurrlla is slow road, rabbits will jump just as larrllinya. No way dong, rabbit lost?" asked Gara with round eyes looking at me.

"The way in the story is that the rabbit wins and the turtle loses!" said Arga upset, not to lose with the son.

"Ih, Papa. Try it, tomorrow Papa buy kurrlla-kurrlla same rabbit. Tell the merrllleka berrldua larrlli race, who will win!" said this child his head until turned to stare and also raised a protest on his father.

"Yes, but it's in the story ...."

"Yes, yes! You won Gara. Rabbits run faster!" arga said in an annoyed tone.

"Well, right! How is papa? Who else made a rabbit lose the race? Did they make the cerrllita book unthinkable?" The boy's words made me scrunch my forehead.

Very clever of this boy. At the age of five, most other young children still believe in fairy tales and children's story books, but Gara thinks more about reality and reality.

"Yes, it was possible that the rabbit had a sore foot, so he walked very slowly. So, the tortoise won the race!" I'm trying to please Gara. The boy seemed to be tilting his head, his eyeballs staring upwards as if he was thinking.

"Yes too, yeah. Could be!" speak this child in a tone like an adult. I really want to laugh seeing her funny face like this.

"Yes already, now Gara bobo, yes. Rabbit has healed his leg, tomorrow can run quickly. Because also have to bobo, let the spout heal, can race run with rabbits," said I persuaded him. As she nodded her head, she hugged my neck again. I pat Gara's ass gently.

"How did you sleep?" asked Arga in a whisper. I saw Gara who was now closing her eyes, a smooth and regular snoring sound coming from her cute nose.

"Sleep like that" I replied.

"Oh, then I'm out, yes" Arga said again in a whisper. Slowly the man moved and left us.