This Is Your Baby [Lat]

Learn Cooking?

“Eh? Why does Mommy cook so much? In what order, Mom?” Davina tilted her head, staring confusedly at the minimalist pantry table in front of her, filled with all the raw materials.

“There is an important celebration, yes, Mom?” Davina turned to look at the middle-aged woman; taking out one by one ingredients from her shopping cart.

The middle-aged woman glanced at her daughter, carried Baby El and sat her in a special baby chair. Then walk to the back of the kitchen counter - about to make milk.

“Nothing at all, Darling!” answered Ms. Oswalden smiled faintly, arranging all the ingredients into a special place of shelves according to the type, the,

“It's weird huh, Vin, Mommy bought a lot of cooking ingredients?” joked the middle-aged woman.

Davina chuckled as she picked up the tremos and poured hot water into the glass; previously, it had been filled with three spoons of baby milk powder.

“No at all, Mom. It's just--- all this time, Mommy, right, the shopping is not too much, just buy the pot.”

“That's because there's an extra one person in our house, Sweetheart--”

Instantly hearing the addition of one person, made Davina's face uninvited again glow red. Fortunately, he turned his back on his mother. Otherwise, I don't know where his face is. Shame approached.

“But, Mom, there's no need to cook too much, just one person, really. And also .. he's not too special. I guess ..” shrewdly Davina put her shoulders forward, a little hesitant to say at the end of the sentence.

“Hm? Of course special, darling! He's, right, Baby El's biological father ..” The old woman was silent for a moment. Exhaling a short breath recalling the figure of Mario on his daughter.

“Yes, only real father, Mom, no more.” Davina sneers at Mario's attitude towards her brother, Ar--oh no! On himself. Davina clenched her hands. His anger evaporated twice as much as before when thinking about Mario's attitude so far. Eh? By the way ... Davina glanced at her mother; picking spinach leaves. The middle-aged woman wanted to make a quiche, as one of their family's breakfast menu this morning

The girl tapped on her cherry lips as her forehead shriveled in thought of something. Then nodded after finding the answer. Yup. Wasn't the look on his mother's face last night very unfriendly to Mario. But why this morning ... his mother seemed so happy about the presence of Mario. More ...

“Mom?”

“Hm ..” muttered the middle-aged woman answered her daughter's call, on the sidelines she was humming.

Davina cleared her throat for a moment as she walked out from behind the kitchen counter, carrying a bottle of milk for Baby El.

“Eung, why did Mommy ... not expel the man? And instead told him to stay at our house, also allow sleep in my room?”

The woman fell silent, stopping her activity of slicing the shitake mushroom. Take a short breath.

“I-it .. because it's night. Finally, Mom and Dad agreed to have her sleep in your room. Besides, there's no way Mommy's telling him to sleep in Lana's room. Y-you know for yourself how Mommy feels ..” shrieked the middle-aged woman.

“Yes, I understand, Mom.” Davina took a short breath. She looked at the mother, lowered her head, hiding the sadness that was still thick in her heart. It is not an easy matter, just let the loved one go from our side for eternity. It took a long time to treat it.

Even her mother, still left Arlana's room intact, without changing at all the layout. More painful for Davina and her parents. Until now the person who hit Arlana, the jungle of his identity is unknown. How lyrical. Maybe that's why his parents told Mario to sleep in his room. That way the feelings of his parents stay awake, and not too drowning in sadness. Davina understands that.

“And again .. You know yourself, dear! The rooms in our house are only three. Mom's room, you, and your sister's. Then, Daddy Baby El sleeps where to try? Besides sleeping in your room, right?”

“Have to sleep in the bathroom or in his own car.” Davina answered ketus as she chuckled amusedly.

Baby El, if the problem is clear, Mommy will give you breast milk, not this bottle. Davina spoke inwardly as she kissed her baby's puffed cheeks when Baby El took her milk so seriously.

“Ah, this you, Vin ..” The middle-aged woman laughed at her daughter's dirty jokes.

“Mom ..”

“What, Honey?!”

Why mommy's attitude is so different from last night's ....

I want Davina to say that. But the question was just in his head.

“Eung ... Mom's not mad at Daddy Baby El?” davina asked carefully and very subtly. At least, the question was, not seprontal in his mind. Her brown iris looked fixedly at the figure of a woman - sitting on a chair while preparing the ingredients for their breakfast.

The middle-aged woman gasped in surprise. Although a few minutes later, he was able to regain control of his shock. However, his body trembled slightly, and Davina had caught his mother's body language affected by the question earlier.

“Anged? T-of course get angry, Vin. Who is not angry, suddenly came to show his nose back after a long time without any news..”

“Lalu ... this morning. Eung-” Davina bit her lip, it was really hard to say her mother's strange attitude this morning. But if only held in his heart, even he who feels uncomfortable. “K-why attitude Mom---”

“Honey! You made milk for Baby El, ‘kan?”

Davina exhaled. See, as expected. His mother still did not want him to ask her more about Mario.

“Of course, Mom.”

“Then you help Mommy first. Can you help Mommy cook our breakfast menu, baby?” pinta's mother, especially when this middle-aged woman switched their previous conversation.

Davina puffed up the cheeks. His mother knew very well. This innocent figure of his daughter, is not an expert in cooking. Never mind cooking, just helping to cook sometimes something is destroyed. ~(～ ¡▽ ̄)～

A Davina Oswalden or ... The archielo? It expertly destroys kitchen objects, that is what suits him, very clop with the nature of careless, plain and often eliminate objects in his hands. Fortunately, Davina did not eliminate Baby El in her hands. (=^▽^=)

Instantly, a thin line of smile sank on the side of his cherry lips. Davina's chest rumbled. Of course Davina didn't take out Baby El for real. But ... erased Baby El's name from her memory, just as bad and scary.

Sorry, Mommy, Baby El. I’m sorry for that ... (︶︿︶)

Davina quietly kissed and hugged the baby tightly in her carrier. Her teary eyes held something heavy under her beautiful eyes. Her sad face hid behind the tiny back of Baby El. Not wanting his mother, seeing his sad face when back pain crept in his heart when remembering the figure of Baby El forgotten by him.

“Honey? You heard Mommy?”

“Eh?? Eung .. help Mommy cook, right?” davina repeated, a clumsy smile forced.

The middle-aged woman nodded. “Yup! You can cook hashbrown, right?”

“Eung ..” Davina scratched her head. The menu should not be difficult. Just chop rough potatoes, then fry until cooked. Then be potato pancakes or hashbrown.

“Yes, I'll try, Mom .. I hope the results are not gosong, and do not refer to Daddy and the guy-oh, if that person is okay, eat the results of my charred creations.” Davina chuckled as she covered her mouth, then patted the head of Baby El.

“Darling don't do that! Besides, it's time you learned to cook.”

Davina was shocked. His mother listened to his mumbling.

“For what, Mom? Me, I'm single. (=^▽^=)”

“Single yes .. but according to Mommy, still must be able to learn to cook loh.”

Davina tilted her head. “Why Mommy? Why should?” Lure Davina to let her mother tell her the truth. But it's not that easy. His mother was conscious. And get back to the other topic.

“Mom think, you should leave Baby El for a while to his grandfather, dear. So you can focus on helping Mom cook.”

Davina groaned stifled at her mother's words. With a heavy heart spinning body. His body immediately pecked. Standing behind him, Mario Archielo with a fresh face typical of people finished bathing. The faint of his nose smelled the scent of masculine musk, mixed with his lotus-scented soap.

　

Blushes

　

Rebellious sweet face Davina full of reddish hue. Dancing blushed in shame. When Davina thought, her fragrance mixed with Mario's. Hurriedly Davina shook her head repeatedly trying to keep that blushing red glow away from her face.

　

Pock

　

“KYAAA! What are you doing Mr. Jerk!” Davina screamed loudly while suddenly getting a pat from Mario, right landing on his forehead. His mother looked at the scene earlier.

“Kurasa ... You're sick, Baby.” Mario chuckles amusedly, grinning thinly. Be late. It turned out that Mario had caught the shy blush of this sweet figure earlier.

“Grr ... Nay! Who is sick!”

“That's, what try? Your face is red so.” Mario said he was teasing this figure. Made Davina widen her eyes.

“My face red is none of your business! Anyway don't just touch my forehead.” Davina evasive. “You're in the kitchen what's the business? Why don't you just leave this house!” continued sharp.

Again Davina said ketus and apathy, making Mario feel a subtle pain in his heart. Exhaling, trying to make room for her lungs that felt tight.

“Honey! Don't say it like that! Rio is Baby El-oh's biological father oh you happened to go to Rio's kitchen. Can you take Baby El for a second? Vina wants to help Mommy cook,” sela Ny. Oswalden, smile faintly at Mario. He knew, the young man must have felt the heartache of hearing his daughter's rude remark.

“Of course you can, Mom.” Mario takes over Baby El from Davina's hands.

While the sweet figure snorted at his mother's words, it was very different from what he said last night. Actually ... what were the two parents and Mario talking about after he returned to the room?

The young woman gasped from her daydream, feeling the flow of electricity on the back of her hand. Suddenly the sweet figure released him immediately - of course with Baby El has been safe in the hands of Mario. At first glance Davina stiffened while her hand was touched gently by Mario. Inevitably, they were doing a skinship scene when they wanted to take over Baby El.

Mario chuckles amusedly at Davina's slow reaction. When he deliberately touched the back of the hand long ago the sweet figure. Do not blame him, because the sweet had time to daydream for a moment.

“What are you thinking, Baby? By the way ... you look so pretty, when again angry so.” Mario whispered right in Davina's ear, his mint breath gushing gently in the earlobe of this sweet figure, making him almost paralyzed instantly.

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

See you in the next chapter of 🤗💜.