Sharing Love: Second Wife

Want a New Papa

"Father!" shout Vincent.

Vika's eyes widened to hear her son's scream. His heart is beating fast. His head slowly turned towards the door of his son's room.

The figure of a handsome man, with an alluring smile greeted him.

"How are you?"

"God! I thought who!" exclaim Vika.

"Well? Who the hell?" The king approached Vincent who was sitting on the bed.

Vincent hugged the King from behind. The King's fingers interlocked to hold Vincent's ass. Then he stood up and walked out of the room.

"Ma, I want to play with my new dad! Da-da!" exclaim Vincent.

Vika smiled wryly at Vincent's words. There was a sense of relief and disappointment that he felt. Relieved that not Mahen who came, his heart was not ready to meet his first love again. However, a feeling of disappointment arose as a result of his heart expecting too much.

Vika inhaled a deep breath, then exhaled it slowly. After feeling a little calm, he stepped out of the room.

Vincent and the King are playing with Miko the Persian cat that Vika bought her. He hoped the pure white cat could distract his son. A bit of an entertainer for Vincent's days that would probably be a little empty without Mahen's presence.

"Miko!" call Vika.

The cat with white fur was now approaching Vika, then rubbed his head on Vika's legs. The woman then sat cross-legged while holding Miko.

"Ma ... Chen wants a new papa!" shout Vincent.

"Eh, papa new?"

"Yes! Chen wants Papa the King!"

Hearing the words of his nephew, the King blushed in embarrassment. Followed by Vika's head. The woman was astonished by her son's recently unstable mood.

"Unfortunately Uncle Raja wants to be called 'papa'?" Vika is now supported by his chin while looking at Vincent, occasionally he glanced at the face of the King who began to reddish.

"Can Papa King?" vincent said as he opened his eyes repeatedly.

The king nodded quickly, but then shook his head. Vika looked up at the King who was misbehaving. Hearing Vika's laughter break, the King rubbed his nape.

"Where the hell, Uncle King! Really no opinion!" exclaim Vincent while folding both arms.

"Well, where does such a sentence come from?" ask Vika astonishment.

"I've often seen Mama talk that way on the phone."

Vincent now grabs his mother's cell phone lying at the table. The boy stood up straight, stuck the phone to his ear, and looked seriously at Vika.

"It can't be like that! Really no opinion!"

Vika gawked at the manner of her son. The king closed his lips to hide his laughter. His shoulders shook violently as he tried to swallow a laugh.

"When was my mom like that?" vika protests.

"That's .. ma .. when Aunt Nola is marching with the om!" Vincent was trying to remind his mother of what happened a while ago.

At once Vika remembered about Nola being confused about the concept of marriage. Jimmy, who initially agreed to the concept of a fairy tale, suddenly changed his mind. Nola's boyfriend wants to carry the concept of Rustic for his marriage.

"Ma ... Chen drowsiness," whined Vincent as he rubbed his eyes.

"Okay, come on, bobok!" Vika now leads her son to the room.

"I'm out for a minute" said the King.

As soon as the sentence slid from the King's mouth, Vincent went right back. The handsome boy ran towards the King, then tugged at his uncle's pants.

"Uncle where are you going? Chen can come?" vincent asked, closing his eyes, and putting on a sweet face.

The king glanced at Vika before giving a reply. Vika just shrugged both of her shoulders while tilting her head.

"All right, come along. But promise can't be fussy!" Raja.

"Yeah! Funny!" chanted Vincent while jumping with excitement.

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Now King, Vincent, and Vika are in front of a building that looks like a former shop. From the outside, there is a wooden board that says Dera Fashion. The king took out a cell phone from his pants pocket.

"Hello, Sir. I've arrived."

" ... "

"Yes, I'm waiting." The king turned off the phone, then put it back in his pocket.

"Would you get down first or wait in the car?" ask King.

"Here down, while looking at the condition of the building," said Vika.

King exits the car first, he intends to open the car door for Vika.

"Chen, let's go to-lu-ar .. lah? Sleep spoiled," said Vika.

"Come on!" exclaimed the King after the car door he opened.

"Sleep chen, how is it?"

Vika stepped first followed by the King who had carried Vincent. Vika's eyes paid attention to the building that looked a little gloomy. The wall paint began to fade inedible age. Dust also sticks to the window glass.

"Are you sure you want to buy this place?" ask Vika.

"Yes, the place is strategic and only ten minutes from your contract" said the King.

"Why my contract?" ask Vika

"Yes ..so if I'm tired of working, I can go home and play with Chen" said the King.

Hearing the King's words, Vika immediately looked suspiciously at the man beside her. All he saw was an expression full of seriousness. However, suddenly an ignorant smile adorned the lips of the King.

"Congratulations, you got a prank!" exclaim King.

"Review you, yes!"

Now Vika's fingers pinched the King's upper arm. The man grimaced in pain and tried to avoid. However, Vika is now in gahar's mother-of-female mode. Of course it was not easy for the King to avoid Vika's deadly pinch. His index finger and thumb pinched the King's arm mercilessly, like a crab fighting with its predators.

"Pun .. pardon ...!" exclaim King.

"No! Your thinking isn't funny!" said Vika.

The fierce fight of the two stopped when they heard the deheman from a man. Vika and Raja automatically turned their heads towards the source of the sound simultaneously.

"Sorry to disturb your affection" said the middle-aged man named Pak Wira.

"Jiang, Sir!" greet King.

Vika nodded while smiling at Mr. Wira. The mustachioed man now walked towards the King, he extended his hand to greet the King.

"Let's show me the inside."

Mr. Wira now opened the door, and walked in followed by Vika and the King. The room was still neatly arranged, only covered in dust. The typical outfit of a clothing store still dominates the room.

There were wooden shelves, glass hamburgers attached to the walls, and some swastikas. Full body mannequin surprised the King.

"Geez!" exclaimed the King while holding his chest so that his heart would not jump out.

"This is just a statue, Mas," said Mr. Wira.

Vika only chuckled at the King's behavior.

The woman wondered why the King chose this place to open his shop. The place is less spacious for the size of the cafe. There is no kitchen and other facilities.

After the bargain, the owner finally released the small building at a price of two hundred million.

"This is the key and the ownership of land and buildings" said Mr. Wira while handing over the keys and certificates of the building.

"Good, Sir. I'm transferring the money now." The king fiddled with his cell phone, before long he showed proof of the transfer to Pak Wira.

"Oh, yeah. Thank you, it's a pleasure to work with Mas Raja."

"Together, sir."

"By the way his wife is beautiful, Mas! Kayak artist, hehe," whispered Mr. Wira who was still heard by Vika's ears.

"Eh, that's ...." Has not been able to explain the relationship and Vika, Mr. Wira cut his sentence

"Yes, I'm happy!" Mr. Wira then left Vika and the King who was still dumbfounded.

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While on the way home, Vika tried to advise the King. He disagreed with the King's decision to buy the building.

"I don't think it's a good place to open a cafe."

"Did I say make a cafe?" said King.

"meaning?"

"Nola said, You want to open a boutique business again? Yes, it will be your boutique later" said Raja with a smile.

"Sister, please don't be like this" said Vika as she lowered her head.

"Don't think things through. This is one form of investment, I keep asking for results from the opinion of the boutique. What about sixy fourty?" ask the King while chuckling.

"Yeah, seriously!" exclaim Vika.

"Loh, I'm serious about this. A thousand rius in fact!"

Now Vika starts to hit the King's arm. Even though Vika's face showed an angry expression, the man knew that now Vika's heart was blossoming.

While busy chatting suddenly a Tesla cut off the speed of the King's car.

CIIIIIIIT!!!

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