
No need to avoid, just think logically, and accept reality.
As the little girl's feet drew closer, I could hear her rough breathing coming after me.
"Quensha."
"Tante, what, just shut up I called you?"
A little slouching aligns the iras with her.
"Sorry, yes! I don't think what you're calling is aunty, but someone else."
He thought for a moment.
"Oh, yes." He smiled knot.
"Sorry, auntie has to go home. Have fun."
"Auntie." He even pouted.
"I want to play, but Papa can't," he continued.
Kulrik. The man nodded slowly.
"Quen, you have to beat Papa!"
"Try Mama is not busy, if the same Mama must be obtained."
The girl's eyes began to redden, suddenly my heart felt pity. However, I couldn't do anything because it didn't deserve the taste.
That tiny hand pulled my wrist.
"Aunty, meet me, yuk!"
Without warning, he pulled me to the escalator.
"Quen," call her papa, the girl doesn't care.
Fortunately there is Anggi, so I am not worried, afraid it will cause slander.
Upstairs, she took my hand off and ran towards the children's playground. Kulirik Anggi who is smiling meaningfully.
"His father is handsome" whispered Anggi.
"Don't think anything, man," I replied right in his ear.
Quensha and her papa again headed for the cashier, eventually the man relented as well.
Quensha was so happy that her wish was fulfilled, enjoying her game and occasionally smiling at me.
"I'm sorry for my daughter's attitude!"
"Neverything."
"You can leave now, no need to wait for us, no need to tell Quensha, then let me explain. Thanks." Then the man approached his daughter.
I left the father and son, Anggi who was still reluctant to be invited home I pulled his wrist.
O God what kind of thought this is. Spontaneous I brushed off that thought.
"Quen, bay, see you," exclaimed Anggi.
A small pinch of mine landed on Anggi's waist.
"Aww, what the fuck, brother," he grimaced.
"We go, don't talk."
"But, Brother."
"Open up, yuk!"
However ....
"August ...."
Quensha doesn't want me to leave. This time he forced me into the playground. The little girl made me unable to resist, with her mother's gaze, her desire finally won out.
An hour already. Quensha was still reluctant to move on, while her papa looked agitated, perhaps already bored or something she thought about.
"Quen, hopefully, yes! Papa's hungry, we're going to the fried chicken restaurant, yuk!" persuade papa.
"But, Auntie can come, okay?"
****
I felt awkward at one table with them, let alone Quensha's papa sitting right in front of me. No one spoke, only the occasional Quensha babble. I salute the upbringing of his parents, at the age of a young Quensha can already eat alone.
"I wonder why Quen is so close to you. I've only met a few times."
After all of our dishes had gone uninhabited, the man started talking.
"Because this aunt is good, Pa. Beautiful too, look! He smiles easily, not like Papa, manyun mulu. Ckckck." he said withholding laughter.
"Kok, I see Papa ama Aunty's nose is similar, huh. Kayak perosotan," he said again while giggling.
The girl's words were able to make me smile and misbehave, unconsciously we met, I threw a look. Fear of this swish coming back.
Quensha is a cute and chatty little girl who wants to take her home. Ehehh.
We were at the lobby mall.
"I have to go home, thanks for the treat."
"Sorry, it's been a hassle."
"Ngga anything. Quensha is funny. I like it."
"Mama," cried Quensha continuously running towards the woman who was dressed as office clothes.
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