The Perfection of Daddy Mafia Love

Dandelions

Alfonso POV.

I let out a breath. I looked at Fani and Glen alternately, "Fan... Titip my kids for a minute. I'm still at Leticia's grave." I stood up from the conscious carpet where we sat down. The carpet was held in the Playground room for my children to play.

"All right." Stefani smiles. Glen nodded. They already understand my purpose.

I walked to the backyard of the Mansion where my wife's grave was located. This afternoon, I did not bring my wife's favorite bucket of roses, or red lotus as usual. But, I brought a dandelion bucket, representing my feelings and heart that was fragile, troubled, restless and sad. But, I'm strong, I was able to hold on for our four children.

After arriving at my wife's grave, I gently touched the frame, then kissed a little longer than usual. My hands were shaking, I rubbed a pretty face wrapped in that sweet smile. His eyes looked like they were staring at me.

"Have you any news, my dear?" Sapaku with a smile.

"Beautiful!" I touched those red lips.

Unfortunately, the lips did not return my greeting.Longly put a bucket of dandelion right in front of my wife's face painting.

"Sorry, this is Dandelion. No, a rose or a Lotus. You're not angry, are you?" I kept asking my wife to talk. As usual he was still with me, as I do every time I ask permission to Headquarters.

I slowly knelt beside my wife's belly button. I exhaled repeatedly, my hand reluctantly escaping from the gold-plated frame.

"You must have known why I came." A smile of sadness on my lips. I repeatedly catch my breath, honestly I can no longer see my son Aliejo scared like that.

"Please hug me for a moment. Wipe my back like I used to where I was agitated. Give me strength like I used to be down. Help me, continue to accompany me even though now we have different nature. I'm not reneging on my promise, but it's for the safety of our children, baby. Therefore, let me do this once again." I don't care, with so many eyes my guards see me. The whiny? Nah! This is how I ask permission for the owner of my heart.

I raised my head again, I looked at the frame.I smiled bitterly.

"You are so beautiful." Again and again I shook my head to wake myself up.If, that woman was happy in heaven. The woman in the frame, the ordinary woman, was not beautiful according to many haters, whom they commented on in my wife's social media account. At that time my wife was still active as a famous model, before I married her on the 23rd of June.

However, to me my wife is very beautiful, amazing. I was in my wife's grave for half an hour. Time is quite fast because usually I can sit for hours on my wife's stomach, of course I invite my children to play here while watching my children play. I confided in my wife's impeachment. I tell you everything I've been through with our kids.

But, this afternoon I was only a moment because I was worried that Aliejo was looking for me. The boy still needs me by his side. Hopefully the psychiatrist can handle my son's mentality.

Before I left my wife's grave, I stroked that beautiful face again. I slowly stood up with both hands holding my thighs.

"Darling...I'll go home first. I know you gave me permission. I'm sorry!". I looked down and kissed my wife's face painting. I smiled, I shook my head.

I've asked my wife for permission. It's time to go back to the mansion. To do what I have to do for the safety of our children.

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