Single Parent But Virgin

Go home

For a whole week Fimi didn't go to the boutique. The woman continued to accompany the son, because her guilt had been yelling at the little boy.

Today Fimi is playing in the backyard with her son.

"Mimi opa wants to go home now?" fir shouted running after the ball.

Fimi was stunned for a moment and remembered something.

"Oh, yes Fir, Mimi forgot, but why hasn't opa called yet?"

The woman invited the son in, and then looked for the mother.

"Ma, Mama!" scream Fimi.

"Ih, Mimi is whispering," the little boy grumbled as he covered his ears.

"What, Mi?" The woman with the blue apron on her body approached Fimi.

"Hasn't the phone asked to be picked up, Ma?" Fimi asked with a glowing face.

"Nothing, is it possible that not today, papa, you're home?" Marina shook her head.

Fimi sighed softly, then turned to the son who was in his arms. "How about we grab some food now, buy some food?"

"Assyc! Fil want esklim, brown, same pelmen yeah, Mi." Fir served his favorite food.

"Sweet everyone, will his teeth hurt again?" Fimi touched her son's puffed cheek with her index finger.

"No, Mimi." Fir shook his head.

"Ish, how are you, Mi. The child is taught to snack continuously, eat it in bits," Marina said grumblingly.

"It's okay, Ma, it's healthy, there's money too, if it's not healthy where you eat anything, if there's no money it's also impossible to snack, right, Fir." Fimi turned towards the son who was taken by the little boy with a smile.

"Ish, you guys are the same, watch out for the weird shit!" Advise Marina, then go back to the kitchen and let her daughter and granddaughter out.

"Ready Boss!" Fimi and Fir saluted the middle-aged woman who had already passed into the kitchen. Both came out on foot, because the mini market is across the street. There are actually several stalls near Fimi's house, but this time Fir wants to buy something that only exists in the minimarket.

"When Mimi wants to snack on krispi at Bu Mirna's shop, don't you want to?" Fimi persuaded the son.

"Fil wants to buy esklim with Fil's favorite chocolate, Mimi. At the wall Bu Mina is not there," said the little boy with a frown, which looks adorable to Fimi.

"OK, okay don't snack, but Fil's the way, don't carry!" Fimi lowered Fir's body and guided him.

The two crossed carefully and finally arrived at the minimarket destination. Fimi carries one basket and follows where Fir is going. The little boy chose his favorite food and put it in the basket carried by Fimi.

After the food they liked had moved to the basket all, Fimi took Fir to the cashier, the line was only three people, so Fimi clasped Fir's hand tightly while waiting for her turn. Not long after, it was Fimi's turn, the woman kept her basket on the cashier's desk. Previously the female cashier offered some discounted items that were in front. However, Fimi and Fir shook their heads, everything in the basket was enough for the two of them.

After paying and carrying two bags of groceries, they went straight home. When Fimi crossed, suddenly a black car entered his yard. The woman squinted at her neutrality, as if she had seen the black car.

"Mi, who's coming? Om Aya Balu's car, Mi?" fir also saw the car.

"Mimi doesn't know either, Fir." The woman invited her son to walk to her house.

When the mother and child reached the yard, two adult men entered the house. Fimi held Fir and with wide strides continued walking and entered his house. When she reached the living room, Fimi dropped Fir off on the sofa and kept her groceries at the table.

The woman covered her mouth with a palm as she knew who had come and embraced her mother. "Papa?"

The man dressed in black took off his arms from his mother and turned to look at his youngest daughter. "Oh, Papa's favorite son." Hendra stretched out his hands and Fimi immediately ran towards him and clasped him tightly.

"Why don't you tell Fimi, can't Fimi pick you up, Pa?" cerocos the woman while crying haru. Without him realizing that there was someone else there who was paying attention to the interaction of the father and son.

"Om Dava, right? Asa's with Ale?" Suddenly Fir spoke to make Fimi freeze.

"Hey champ, how are you?" ask the man called Om Dava.

"Good, Om. What are you doing here?" 

"Nobody's happy Opa's coming home?" Suddenly Hendra's father from Fimi said to the grandson who instead asked the other man who drove him.

"Well! Fil kangen." The little boy ran towards the opa and directly carried her.

Meanwhile, Fimi turns to the tall man wearing the ash sweatshirt. "Sir Dava is here?" whispered.

"Do you know Nak Dava?" Suddenly the father interrupted his daughter's conversation.

"Lo, you know Papa?" Now Fimi asked back with a frown.

"Know, he's Om Pramudya's son, have you forgotten?"

Fimi remembered the name, she had heard it often, but the woman thought, not Pramudya the friend of the father. Because for three years Fimi focused on boutiques and Paradise, so it does not care about the outside world.

"So, you're Om Ganendra's son?" ask Fimi after remembering everything. The nodding from the man in front of her made the short-haired woman exhale slowly.

"Do you remember the girl you used to pull her hair?" ask Fimi to Dava.

Dava held the base of his nose and recalled what the woman in front of him said.

"Eh even taught to talk, sit down first, let Aunt make a drink!" Suddenly the mother spoke.

"Yes, let's sit down and have a good conversation. Papa wants to go to the room first change clothes. Fir wants to come with Opa?" The middle-aged man looked at his grandson.

"Fil wants to go with Opa."

Dava and Fimi are now sitting on the couch. The mother was in the kitchen with drinks for her guests.

"Remember that?" Fimi began to feel annoyed as the man in front of her only looked at her with a smile.

"That chick, who likes to cry, right? Keep complaining to her sister if her hair is pulled." Dava guessed what came to his memory.

"That's what I know, so I don't like long hair" Fimi said as she folded her arms around her chest.

"Alhamdulillah if it is true that the girl is the woman in front of me, hopefully I can more easily approach her," Dava muttered softly.

"Why the hell? what are you doing to me?" Fimi is still with her jutek attitude.

"No, if it's you I'm sorry, it turns out we've met since childhood, but forgot," Dava replied calmly.

"You didn't have any good, the pants I just saw the car feel like you've seen, it turns out you were almost hit me at the time, right?" fimi Cecar.

"Yes, I'm sorry, you're just as different now?" dava said with a smile on his face that made Fimi feel annoyed.

"It was a child, now it has children" replied Fimi, who made Dava feel his heart was hit by a sharp object.

"Yes, can I see her husband?" Dava ventured.

"Mm ... he's working again, what's the need?" Fimi stuttered.

"Not just ask." Simultaneously Marina came with a tray filled with drinks and small meals.

"Talk what the hell is exciting," asked the middle-aged woman while keeping a tray on the table.

"Children's story, Auntie," Dava replied as she held back her laughter.

"Son Dava in who used to carry Fimi, right?" Marina looks at Dava.

"Yes, Aunt."

"Why don't you tell her son Jeng Alifa, how's mama healthy?"

"Alhamdulillah Aunt, healthy mom." 

The conversation continued until lunch arrived. Dava even went to lunch with the Fimi family. Meanwhile, Fimi feels that behind Dava's kindness there are other intentions on him, so that the woman as much as possible continues to avoid Dava.

"Fir's grown up now, you don't want to get married yet, Mi?" hendra asked suddenly as they were at the dining table.

"Eh."

Seriate

Happy Reading

 Who's Fimi's husband?

Ah I don't know just follow ya, duh Babang Dava flowery.