The Seed of the Ex!

Chapter 9 - Anzalia Carissa

"Ah, I'm finally free from that crazy guy. Thank you Trisya, if you weren't there maybe I wouldn't be standing here with you."

"Together, I'm glad you're finally free of Ben. From now on you have to be careful to choose a girlfriend, not to have second and third Ben." Trisya issued her advice.

"Ready, do Mrs Jonatan!" Jessy laughed happily.

"Oh yeah, regarding my marriage to Jo, it's canceled."

"Well, how could it be?" Jessy was surprised by the eyeballing.

Trisya told Jessy everything, "so now you're pregnant?" Jessy made sure to come back.

Hem, Trisya nodded in response, he stared at the starless gray sky, now they were in the rooftop of Trisya's apartment, with each drink in his hand. Jessy drank a beer while Trisya just drank mango juice instead.

"Your ex-husband's son?" again Trisya nodded at the question that came from Jessy's lips.

"Then what are you going to do now?" he added, "are you going back to him?"

Trisya gave a rude snort, "there's no way I'll go back to that fucking asshole, he's already dumped me and raped me, I don't want to put myself down to hold him to account. Anyway I can raise my son alone." Trisya said as she sipped the last drop of her drink.

"You sure? Trisya, raising a child alone is not easy, I see for myself what the struggle of my mother raising me is like, so I choose to work rather than go to college. I don't want my mother to be pressured with school money in her twilight, I want her to enjoy life with my sweat money, even though I rarely see her." Jessy looked down with a smile.

"But Jes, I'm sure your parents want to see you get a college education not because she wants to live in luxury, but more on the pride of having successfully given birth to a successful child, she will look at you with teary eyes, and smiley lips full of pride!"

"So do I have to go back to school?" Jessy asked for an opinion.

"I think, Yeah! As long as you're young, you can be a part-time worker, I'll help you talk to Mrs Wang!" Trisya clasping Jessy's hand gave her strength.

"All right!" he smiled, "You alone, aren't your education high enough, why you chose to work here, you can get a higher salary job if you work in an office."

"Working in a department store is more convenient for me now, what else is it that I'm pregnant."

"Let's fight together, I'll always be here with you!" Jessy puts her hand on Trisya's. Now Jessy is the one who gave Trisya the encouraging words.

"All right, let's fight together!"

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Five years later.

"Trisya hurry home, this little troublemaker goes berserk!"

The prank...!! The sound of objects clashing makes noise from behind the phone, Trisya believes her daughter is making a mess again at her home.

"*I don't want to eat Auntie, I want Mommy to come home right now!" the shout was able to be caught in Trisya's sense of hearing.

"Well, I'll be right back, please don't let Zalia destroy the furniture, I just bought it last month, if she destroys it again, I'm not sure I can buy a new one." Trisya pursed her forehead while sighing.

He hung up the phone and packed up the things, "Trisya, aren't we going to have dinner together today." Liana reminded.

"I'm sorry, I think I should go home. My daughter's making trouble again, you know the kids, they're gonna make trouble when they need attention, maybe I'm too busy lately" Trisya said.

"Oh so, all right." He sighed, looking a little disappointed.

"Send my apology to the other kids, I promise you next time I'll eat with you."

After that, Trisya also passed by at a fast pace, he entered the Taxi that he had previously ordered from the online application.

His daughter whom he was born five years ago always made him anxious, his careless behavior made him often injured and destroyed things in his house. Once one day, Trisya bought a new washing machine because the old one was damaged, but had not had the object in its touch, the machine was already damaged because of the actions of the princess, and the, I don't know what he did to that big thing. His natural nature that is always curious makes him often tinker with the furniture of the house. Upset, angry, the taste was defeated by his affection for Anzalia.

Tak...Tak...

Trisya's footsteps echoed through the stairs leading to her apartment. He immediately barged in when he reached the door.

Whushes... Colorful paper rained down on him.

"Surprise! Happy Balthday Mommy, Happy Balthday Mommy, Happy Balthday, Happy Balthday... Balthdays...Mo..mmy!"'s!" The song drew melodious from Zalia's lips, her distinctive slurred voice moved Trisya, making her eyes teary.

"Thank you dear!" Trisya crouched down and carried Zalia in her arms, showering her face with kisses.

"Oh no! Stop Mommy, I don't like being kissed!" Zalia pushed Trisya's face with her tiny hands.

"Why don't you like being kissed?"

"I don't want to, my friend said, the first kiss should belong to my girlfriend later." He said with a plain face.

"God, who taught your friend such words." Trisya looked furious, and Jessy she just laughed in response to the Five-year-old boy's babbling.

"I don't know, he just said that, he didn't say who taught him." Zalia shook her head with her eyes looking straight at her.

Trisya sighed, "Son, don't listen to those strange words from your friend again, okay. Such knowledge is not suitable for a child, after all I am your Mommy kiss from Mother not counting the first kiss or anything else." Trisya gave understanding, this daughter was indeed very innocent and pure, she did not want her to be taught unreasonable values by others.

"After that, let's blow out the candles first and melt!" Jessy broke the silence.

After the candle blow and cake eat, continue the dinner. Jessy had prepared dinner last night, helped by Zalia, not really helping, but rather messing up. He instead made flour dough a toy and switched Lebel salt with sugar, making the two core condiments interchangeable.

"Trisya, don't be surprised by the taste of the cuisine, you know who it is." Sindir Jessy, the one in question was just indifferent, she was enjoying the whipped milk Jessy made for her earlier.