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So, said Fiona.

"Huh? What did you say?" repeat Kris. His eyes even glared as he said that. It was never imagined in her intelligent brain that there would be a time when a uniformed high school girl expressed love while thrusting a martabak.

"Yes, Mas. I am ready to be Kris's wife. I don't even have a problem having a stepdaughter like Theo" Fiona repeated steadily. His face was even radiant as he said that.

Meanwhile, Theo who was behind Fiona was again made to teeter. It's just that awareness quickly approached, he rushed to pull Fio's hand until Fio looked at him who was holding back in annoyance.

"Heh, you crazy? Approximately, dong! If you're crazy, don't be here!"

"I'm not crazy. I'm sane, Theo. Is it natural that I have a crush on a widower? That unnaturally bad guy has a crush on people's husbands," Fiona replies. A bit upset actually, but in order to maintain the image of a good prospective mother-to-be she was forced to swallow her frustration and still carve a friendly smile.

"Heh, even a widower, my bokap it's not going to be the same demen as this lo kayak chick!" theo's reply was getting more intense.

"What's the difference? I'm a girl, I have two twin mountains with the same estuary ready to flow. I guarantee you can do the biological task to Mas Kris with real. Then what's the problem?"

No doubt, Kris who was drinking water immediately choked. Again he was made dead words because of the ravings of Fiona that could be said to the point. He looked at the two teenagers and approached them.

"Theo calm down, not emotion" said Kris. Patting Theo's shoulder then faced with Fiona who returned an optimistic smile.

"What's your name?"

"Fiona, Mommy. Don't forget again yes" replied Fio.

Kris swallowed. Fio scanned from top to bottom, at first glance there was nothing wrong. Fio is just like any other teenager. The difference is the adrenaline level. You can do crazy things without blinking at all.

"Come, Fio. As for how you feel about me, I thank you. Thank you for liking me."

"But, Mas Kris, I'm using thanks. Don't worry either. I don't need a word of thanks from you. I just need the right word from the same witnesses to penghulu."

"That's not what I mean by Fiona," replied Kris. Full of emphasis but trying not to look obvious if you are upset. She looked at Fiona again, then again said, "You heard first. I don't know what you heard out there, but it's not real. I'm a widower, but I'm not looking for a wife."

"I'm ready to be a mother. Mother of our children."

Kris' forehead immediately shriveled. This is the child who is telling her. I don't understand, Kris. He took a long breath.

"I am not looking for my wife or mother anymore. So please don't be like this, yeah. Not okay. You're still in school so focus first on school."

"Okay, I get it. That means I'll get married when I graduate."

Kris' eyes were round as well as Theo's.

"It's you who is the witness of Theo. Daddy you just applied for me. And for Mas Kris, I will try if our backstreet relationship goes smoothly until halal."

The two men looked at each other. Unfortunately when you want to refute Fio has already left from there. Now there lived Kris who restored her hair violently.

"Tuh, right. Daddy had to find a wife so he wouldn't have astral beings like him" Theo murmured with a red face.

"But Daddy belom had marriage intentions again, Theo ...."

"Minimal date, Dad. Let him not go mad" Theo replied. With long strides he left Kris increasingly frustrated. How not, Fio's uninvited arrival shocked his quiet life. The boy is angry with her too.

"Oh my God, how does the story get so complicated?"

Meanwhile, on Kris' doorstep, Fio looks weak. He pressed his chest pumped faster, then wiped the sweat that was pouring out. "Good, Fio. Good. This is a powerful way for him to accept you. Come on, pepet keep going. Who's wrong with looking handsome?"