Single Parent But Virgin

Back School

Fir started school today, his knee healed, his wound was dry and the bandages were removed. 

"Mimi was quick, Fil was not afraid to meet the gulu," shouted the boy who was ready with his uniform.

"Yes a minute, Fir. Mimi picked up the bag first," replied Fimi, who was busy putting some pictures into her bag.

"Here's breakfast with Oma, come on!" Marina carried her grandson's tiny body towards the dining table.

"What kind of potluck would you wear, chocolate, strawberry or peanuts?"

"Fil wants everything, Oma, as usual," Fir replied while confirming his sitting position.

"okay!" Marina forms the letter o with her finger and begins to smear the bread with the three jams. Simultaneously Fimi came with a bag and car keys in his hand.

"You guys ready?" fimi asked with a smile on her lips.

"Bental, Mi, Fil eat lotion first," replied Fir while busy chewing the fresh bread that has been smeared with three kinds of jams his favorite.

"Yes, you also have breakfast first, Mi." Marina thrusts the bread with the combination jam like Fir's. The mother and daughter have the same taste.

Fimi received the bread and ate it with gourd. The woman looks happy to see the son is back cheerful and can go to school again. After finishing and checking back supplies for Fir, the three left for school.

Fir kept talking while in the car during the trip, the little boy was happy to be able to go back to school and meet his friends.

"But remember yes, your legs have just healed, so later you can no longer run around, if you look ahead so you do not fall again like a few days ago." Fimi reminded the son while continuing to drive.

"Yes, Mi, Fil's promise is no longer naughty," replied the little boy and was seen brandishing his two index and middle fingers from the front view.

"Okay, okay with Oma yeah, Mimi went to work first yeah, honey." Fimi said after stopping the car. However, the woman did not get out of her car.

"Later to go home from school, Mimi picked up again. Have fun honey!" Fimi waved his hand at his son and mother, then drove back to the boutique.

After Fimi's car left, from the back was a black car, it seemed like the parents of the students who were dropping off their sons were also for school. However, when the car door opened, a handsome man in a black shirt came down, followed by two boys and girls, twins Ale and Aksa.

"Om Dava let's go between Ale and get in" said the little girl named Aleena while pulling the hand of the om.

"Yes, honey." The man called Om Dava is Davanka Pramudya.

They started to get into that school. As Aksa and Aleena enter the classroom, a child approaches her.

"Hi Asa, Ale, Fil has healed lo," said the handsome boy.

"Hi Fir, thank God if you're healed, look at his feet!" Ale looked at Fir's knee and saw that his wound was already dry.

"Eat him next time don't run around anymore, Fir," Aksa interrupted while keeping her bag on the table.

"Yes, Asa. Ih Asa rich bawel Mimi." Fir said with a frown.

Meanwhile, Davanka just smiled at the adorable behavior of the three little children in front of her.

"If so Om go home first yes, it will be noon Om pick you up again, okay!" Suddenly Davanka crouched down and rubbed the hair of her nephew's head.

Fir looked towards Davanka with a frown. "Lo Asa's papi is called Om?"

Davanka chuckled, indeed the face of himself with the brother there is a resemblance, and it looks like this child named Fir is only now meeting him, even though Davanka has often ushered in his twin nephew.

"No, Fir. It's Ale, yes, Ale's second papi" replied the little girl.

"Oh, his face is millipedes with your papi, Ale," whispered Fir, though it was still clearly heard in Dava's ear.

Davanka got out and got into her car. The man will meet Haris at a cafe. Today, the man did not go to the office, but Kaivan was there.

"Yes, Ris I'll be there soon" Davanka said as she received a call from her assistant Haris.

Davanka drove the car at an average speed. The man was still furious at what happened a few days ago. Davanka and Haris will take care of the matter. Because a photo of himself has been spread with a woman among the company officials, and it makes himself and the company threatened.

Davanka just walked into a Heart cafe, where she made her deal with Haris. However, just entering his gaze was fixed on the figure of a woman who was sitting in the first row of visitor seats. Without waiting for long, Davanka immediately approached the woman 

"It's nice to meet you, Azrina," said Dava coldly.

The woman looked shocked, but as she was about to get up and leave, Davanka immediately blocked the beautiful woman's arm.

"Take me off, Dav!" his screeches.

"It won't be before you explain something" Dava replied and immediately sat down beside Azrina without letting go of her check.

"Explain what? I don't know anything."

Davanka chuckles. "Isn't he? Just a few days ago, we met, didn't we?"

"I-I just follow orders, otherwise I will lose my job, Dav," replied Azrina who was now beginning to hold back her tears.

"Whose order?"

Azrina was just silent, there was a look of fear from her round eyes.

"I don't want to know, you have to delete all those engineered photos, we didn't do anything back then, did we?" ask Davanka doubtfully.

"Have you forgotten what we've been through that night, Dav?" seductive Azrina somehow made Dava become disgusted at herself in the past.

"Don't fuck around, Azrina even I can make you lose your job now, like you used to" Davanka threatened to make the woman shuffle.

"Please don't do that, it's my only job. There's no company that's willing to accept me anymore, Dav."

"Of course, who would accept a traitor" Dava said in a cold tone that made the aura on the table even more terrifying for Azrina.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do anything."

"Sir Dava here, I'm waiting over there." Haris pointed at another table away from Azrina's place.

"Haris help me!"

"What?" Dava looked at the assistant called Azrina. The cold aura was getting out there, now not only Azrina, Haris also began to feel uncomfortable with this situation.

"Do you have anything to do with this, Haris?"

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Well Babang Haris time is also a traitor? Babang Dava how dong?

Readers: It's up to you, thor you make it.

Oh yes forgot, yes I have thought again dah, if inget.

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