Sharing Love: Second Wife

Let's Camp 2

Along the way, Vincen continued to sing cheerfully in the back seat. While Vika decided to sit next to Mahen due to the whining of Vincent who wanted to be alone.

"Chen, happy?" mahen asked while looking at his son from the rearview mirror.

"Happy, Pa!" exclaim Vincent.

"Remember the word mama .... " Vika's sentence hangs because Vincent quickly cuts off the conversation.

"Chen, you can't run around here and there without your mom or dad!" vincent exclaims while mimicking his mother's style of speech.

Mahen who saw his son's behavior immediately opened up. His laughter instantly stopped when he saw Vika's sharp gaze from the end of his eyes.

"Sorry" Mahen said as he tried to swallow the rest of his laughter.

After traveling an hour, they finally arrived at a campsite that still looks natural. The place was cold in the mountains. There are still many towering pine trees.

"I park the car first, you wait here, yes" said Mahen.

"Yes, just put the stuff down here." Vika started getting out of the car and into the trunk.

Vincent refused to come down first. He wants to stay with Mahen. Vika was made to shake with the attitude of her son who was increasingly dependent on his father. It was as if there was a glue that stuck strong between the two men of different ages.

After lowering the luggage, Mahen immediately drove his car to the parking area opposite the direction from the entrance.

While waiting for Vincent and Mahen, Vika decides to take some selfies. The view of the campground is very dear if not immortalized. When engrossed in his activities, suddenly Vika was aghast.

The arm of a man she did not know was embracing her shoulder. Sontak Vika brushed off the man's arm.

"Don't be insolent! Who are you!" exclaimed Vika while continuing to brush the foreign man's arm before her.

"You ... how are you?" asked the man with a disgusting smile.

"Sorry! You're wrong people! Don't come any closer!"

"Honey, come here!" said the man.

The smell of alcohol wafted from the foreign man's breath. Vika gulped repeatedly in fear. His body began to tremble. The man stepped closer towards Vika, and was now getting more and more aggressive.

He attached Vika's synthetic body to a large tree. The atmosphere of the area is quiet because it is not a holiday. Vika brushed off every touch that would float on her body. Fear and panic now rule him. Her tears began to melt, time felt so long.

The man's lips are already in action. Landed on Vika's headdress, then down on her forehead, and kept coming down on her cheeks. The blow from Vika's fist was nothing to the man. He remains determined to launch his action.

"Please!" yell Vika.

His eyes are closed now. He doesn't want to see what happens next. Time goes around feeling so long. Until the end ...

BUGH!

Mahen's hard punch successfully landed on the man's firm jaw. The large, sturdy body of the stranger was now lying on the ground with dry leaves strewn about. I don't know how much power Mahen put in. The man was unconscious.

Vika's body slumped, her legs as if boneless. The woman cupped her hands together and cried. Vincent approached and then cried.

"Mama don't cry, uncle is naughty huh? Let Chen punish him!" the boy cried among his cries.

Vika tightly hugged her son's tiny body to regain her strength. Shortly thereafter, security officers came to arrest the stranger.

"Have we canceled today's event?" ask Mahen.

Vika who was calmer now clutched the body of her son who was asleep.

"We wait for Chen to wake up first, I don't want to let him down" said Vika.

"All right," said Mahen.

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Vika and Mahen wait for Vincent to wake up in silence. Both are busy with their own thoughts.

"What ... Brother Nova knows today Brother is meeting us?" ask Vika.

"You think?"

"I don't want to feel like an actor" Vika said with a wry smile.

"Surely he'll let me go if he finds out?" mahen.

"When do you want it to be like this?" Vika's gaze glared.

Vika finds out Mahen met her because of Vincent. However, to be honest Vika's heart is too weak if it continues to face Mahen. The charm of the father of his son never faded in his eyes. In the depths of his heart the deepest still held a hint of feeling for Mahen.

"Then ... What do you want?" asked Mahen with a serious face.

"That's it," said Vika flatly.

The atmosphere at that time made Vika and Mahen washed away. The violet-colored sunlight began to penetrate between the pine leaves. The smell of wet soil filled the nasal cavity of both.

Mahen's face began to approach the beautiful face of Vika. The man grabbed the boy with the hair that covered Vika's face. Mahen's thumb gently rubbed Vika's seductive lips. Vika's defense collapsed, unconsciously the woman closed her eyes as Mahen's lips drew closer to hers.

"Ma .., "ilau Vincent.

Mahen's face turned in the other direction. He rubbed his nape to expel the awkward feeling. Now Vika's face looks red. The two are now throwing their faces away like teenagers who are caught making out.

"Well, we should wake Chen up. To know what he wants. Camping or staying at a villa around here" Mahen said awkwardly.

"L-yes, I'll wake her up" said Vika no less awkward.

Vika kissed Vincent's forehead, then gently squeezed his little man's nose. Disturbed by his mother's actions, Vincent's eyes finally opened. The boy yawned. His little fingers began to rub a pair of eyes that were still sleepy.

"What's up, Ma?" ask Vincent.

"Chen want to stay camping, or stay at the villa?" vika gave me a choice.

"I'd like to stay at the villa, ma'am" Vincent replied as he gathered his consciousness.

"All right, let's get up. Mama's legs are tingling" said Vika.

"Do you want a fat Papa?" ask Mahen.

Vincent nodded vigorously, then spread out his hands.

"Well ... let's find a villa near here!" exclaim Mahen.

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Ten minutes later, they had already arrived at a villa in a vintage style. The villa has a wall made of wood. In front of the villa there is a large enough page to park the car. There was also a white iron swing there.

"Sore, has this villa been rented?" mahen asked a middle-aged man who was sweeping in front of the villa.

"No, Mister. Do you want to rent?" ask the Villa guard.

"By, Sir .... "

"Ujang, my name is Ujang. But this villa is small, only has one room," explained Mr. Ujang.

"I asked them, right away" said Mahen.

The man stepped towards Vika and Vincent who were playing the swing. Seeing Mahen's presence, Vika turned her head. Mahen scratched his non-itchy head then started talking.

"There is only one room here ... how?"

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