This Is Your Baby [Lat]

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“Rest.” Finally Mario gives Baby El into Davina's hands, after they are on the second floor in his condo.

“This is your room.” he continued while pointing through his chin at the room just behind Davina.

Soon the girl clutched her niece tightly when this tiny baby had been in her arms. In his heart, he took notes and remembered it, no more carelessness took over, until Baby El was in Mario's grasp like that. He even overslept.

“Come.” Mario's heavy voice blew away Davina's daydream.

“Or do you mind sleeping alone? Want to sleep in the room with me?” continued Mario whispering hoarsely teasing right in the ear of this girl. The corners of her sensual lips smiled obliquely, as well as both hands crossed over her chest. While his body remained in a leaning position to Davina's shoulders that did not move at all.

Davina's eyes widened. Astounded. At a glance he shuddered, his body almost shrunk to hear Mario's voice right in his ear, not to mention a gust of mint breath this man swept across his nape.

Davina's hurry away some snickers. Urge annoyed. “Who wants a room, huh. Keep dreaming, you don't have to get up!”

Blams

“Ups!” Mario closed his eyes for a moment as a gust of wind swept across his face, as Davina closed the room door. The lips of this man smiled faintly. Restoring his posture, staring unblinkingly at the tightly shut door in front of him.

Again, his lips were smiling. At first glance the tail of his eyes had caught a red glow blushing on Davina's sweet face. It turns out that when blushed so, the girl is getting sweeter and adds its own charm.

Mario took a short breath while shaking his head as a pinch of regret reached him. Yeah, sorry. Why he never knew Davina better.

*this Is Your Baby*

“What is this?” Davina knitted her two eyebrows. He looked at the brown envelope in his hand. Just now this girl put Baby El to sleep, then the door of her room was knocked by this perverted bastard. Says there's a very serious talk to be discussed regarding Baby El.

“Read it first.” Mario said calmly, stacking his right foot on top of his left foot.

Davina blinked a glance, then opened the envelope in her hand. Immediately read the contents. A few seconds later his face was red, his chest was swollen.

Sret Sret Sret

Mario was fixated on the spot, the sound of the paper being torn into small pieces was right done in front of his eyes. It hurt a lot, as if the sound of the tear was slashing his heart, making small pieces formless.

Mario looked down at the floor, watching the piece of paper, falling right on his bare feet. This man bit his lips and crept his black slim pit pants. Many times his ears heard an irregular roar of breath across the sofa not far from him. He knew the sweet figure was very angry at him because of the contents of the letter. Refer back approval.

“What does this mean, ha. You are crazy.” Davina glared sharply.

“I'm not crazy. I'm still sane. That's the fact that happened during this year,” refuted Mario gave his argument.

“You're wrong. The referral letter should have been addressed to my sister, Lan-”

“Don't mention your brother's name again in front of me! I've said many times I have no relationship with that woman!”

Davina gasps in shock at Mario. Then smiled cynically, it hurt that his older sister was not recognized by his wife by Mario. Instead, he put forward a referral to himself. You weird guy.

“That woman? She's my sister, also Mommy from Baby El,” said Davina.

“She's not Mommy Baby El, but you're her real mother,” Mario won't lose. His gaze sharpened, as if wanting to tear the skin of his opponents.

“Enough! I don't want to hear your weird, obscure rapport. Your intentions are really cunning,” hardik Davina. Move from his seat and move his feet to the floor. Walking left Mario alone in the living room.

God fucking. Mario punched empty air, his hair was so strong. Anxiety, disappointment and frustration mixed into one. Why is it so hard to convince Davina. It was very difficult to bring her sweet figure back into her arms again.

*this Is Your Baby*

When Davina returns to the room after a fight with Mario. Baby El woke up on her stomach and crying.

“You hungry Baby El? Let's brew milk for you.” Davina lifted the niece out of bed, grabbed her and walked out of the room to the kitchen.

“Well, this is your milk.” Davina thrust a bottle of milk into Baby El's mouth. Soon the four-month-old baby picked up the pacifier, and greedily sucked in the contents.

Davina glanced around her while in the living room. Slovenly? Where's that pervert? Ever since he came down to make Baby El's milk, there's no sign of Mario being around.

Wait ... There's no Mario? That means ... Davina turned quickly towards the living room. The iris immediately led to the door. If only you could open the passcode of the automatic door in front of him now. Can she get out of here with Baby El? And if not try to know him.

Davina looked back at the situation. When felt safe, slowly this girl turned the gold colored door handle.

“Damn, it turns out to be true given code.” Davina grunted while moving the handle randomly. It stopped briefly. Staring at the ceiling, as if looking for some code inspiration up there.

“What is the code of his name? Mario or Mario Archielo?” Davina muttered as she looked into Baby El's round eyes, looking at Baby El's brown irises, as if Davina was reflecting on herself.

Davina entered Mario's code name despite her hesitation. And it turned out to be true, completely wrong. Both do not match the code.

“What don't-don't use my name?” davina is back in dialogue on her own. I don't know why that estimate just popped into his mind. Without waiting twice, afraid of being caught by Mario, Davina hurriedly entered her name. The results back disappointed him. Now all the names in his head have been tried everything, but the results are still nil.

“Or my name added my date of birth? Davina18?” guess Davina's origin. Yup, this girl has given up and last time she was just a fad. For it cannot be open, for he has guessed the result.

And in the experiment when Davina entered the last code, the number eight. This girl is in disbelief. It turns out the code matches, in the next second there is a click and the door opens automatically.

Davina's smile expands happily. Clapping the head of Baby El. This baby is still struggling with the milk bottle.

“Baby El, we can go home to see your grandparents in the village,” whispered Davina happily. I want him to scream so happy.

*this Is Your Baby*

“Vina?” Mario knocks on the door of the room next to him while putting a T-shirt on his athletic body. His feet twitched as he waited for an answer from behind the door. Silent silence. Mario frowned staring at the closed door in front of him.

Wh-tok-tok!

“Vina? You're inside?”

There is no word from behind the door. Mario hurriedly opens the door while a bad feeling ambushes him. Sure enough, the room was unlocked and the room was empty. There's no Davina's suitcase next to the door.

“Shit, it turns out she escaped.”

Don't forget guys, beautiful & handsome brothers, sisters who emes 😍, love first let the spirit write the story 🤗😉, okay 👍.

Until again in the next chapter 🤗💜.