This Is Your Baby [Lat]

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The sky seemed so overcast, as if it knew what this little family was feeling. I am deeply saddened by the passing of a member of the Oswalden family. Although a month has passed, from the mourning period will be the sudden departure of Arlana. But this simple house, as if it continues to be shrouded in a protracted mourning fog, like a chunk of ice that never melts in the north pole for a long time.

Knock knock knock

"Vina?"

"Yup, just come in, Mom. Unlocked, really," replied Davina turning towards the door of her room. Put the family picture back on the nightstand.

A second later the door opened. Looked at the middle-aged woman, her mother. Smiling while closing the door to his room. The grievances of sadness were clearly visible on his old face. Still unable to deal with the fact that her first daughter has been gone forever. Leaving a will for her innocent daughter, Davina.

What an unexpected Miss Oswalden. At the end of her life, Arlana reveals a little secret about Baby El to Davina.

The middle-aged woman held a business card in her hand. Then put it back in his pocket. He hesitated. Whether it was given to her second daughter or not.

Ever since Arlana told Davina about the Archielo family. During this month, the sweet girl tried hard - constantly finding out the address of the Archielo family. Tuck into Arlana's room, looking for the trail left by her elder sister. Nil. Not a single clue about the Archielo family address was found. Not even a single photograph, Arlana did not keep it. How quaint.

What really happened, between her brother and the Archielo family? Even with one photo, Arlana did not have one.

How does Arlana and Baby El's real dad hate it?

Or is there something else?

Davina's forehead frowned deeply when thinking hard. The only last way to find out the address of the Archielo family, of course from the mouths of his parents. Urge them to give you their address. And apparently, both of his parents are starting to melt.

The middle-aged woman took a deep breath, stroking her throbbing chest painfully. He has made his final decision. It is better to support whatever his daughter is doing, than to lose her child a second time.

"Mom, why just stay there?" Davina stared at her mother's figure - just silently pondering in front of her bedroom door.

The middle-aged woman stuttered. A clumsy smile gradually began to step where her daughter was putting Baby El to sleep on her bed.

"Darling, are you sure you want to go find the Archielo family?" ask Ny. Oswalden. Convince Davina once again, if only her daughter would change her intentions.

"Of course Mom. What else am I looking for, besides finding Baby El's real father."

Davina stared at the face of her mother who bit her lip. It seemed that anxiety was growing increasingly enveloping his mother.

Really Mrs. Oswalden was terrified that Davina would meet the man. Honestly speaking. Actually he did not want to give this address to Davina. However, because the speech has been located from Arlana's own mouth. Then inevitably, they have to give the address.

Mrs. Oswalden breathed a heavy sigh. Staring at Davina's shoulder-length strands of almond hair, twitched as this sweet girl leaned her body against the back of the headboard.

"Then?" continued Mrs. Oswalden squeezed the end of his skirt.

Davina tilted her head to look at her mother's anxious face. "Then? Mean Mommy? I don't understand" I'm Davina being honest with her eyebrows.

Mrs. Oswalden sighed, aware of his ambiguous question earlier. "After you find his father .. they could be flipping--"

"Mom .. I won't let them take over Baby El. I just wanted to teach that son of a bitch a lesson."

This girl just wants to hold Baby El's father accountable. At least tell that depraved man. That his brother had been suffering until the end of his life picked him up. While the depraved man lived in a carefree reed of happiness. God fucking. Why life is never fair. Davina growled softly.

Hearing Davina's passionate explanation. Mrs. Oswalden sighed once more. Means her daughter's determination has been unanimous, still searching for the whereabouts of Baby El's biological father. The middle-aged woman reached into his shirt pocket. Grabbing a business card he had hidden. Business cards are kept well and neat - approximately two years. He believed. Someday, this business card will come in handy for Davina. And apparently, today is the time.

"Go ahead, Vina ..." Mrs. Oswalden thrust the business card into Davina's lap.

"This ..."

"Yup, the full address of the Archielo family, and the person's name is there." Mrs. Oswalden snorted at a glance, lazy to mention the name of the depraved man who had scratched his son's heart.

"Mommy, thank you ..." Davina immediately hugged her mother. Smiling delightfully. Finally, the mother also lulled her kekeh attitude. He examined the name card. Then frowned when reading the familiar name. I don't know where he remembered that name.

"Mario Archielo?" muttered Davina flipping through the thick card.

"Yes? Why, son?" asked the middle-aged woman, looking forward to anxiety. Does his daughter recall the events of the past two years? It's better that way, until Davina doesn't go see the jerk.

"No, Mom.” Davina shook her head.

“Only, the name Mario ... seems familiar to me-- But I don't remember who that person was.." whispered Davina at the end of the sentence while tapping her chin, trying to remember something in his head.

　

　

*this Is Your Baby*

　

　

Finally, the day that Davina went to the city of Vancouver, came too. Mrs. Oswalden and her husband were unable to do much more about his daughter's will. In addition to releasing Davina's departure to the capital.

Actually Davina could not bear to leave both parents, just alone in the village. But whatever the power, his curiosity about who Baby El's biological father is big enough to grab his attention. Initially, Davina intended to take her parents and her parents to the city of Vancouver. Both of his parents refused. It's better that only Davina and Baby El will be gone.

"Hiks, Vina, take good care of Baby El and yourself ..." Mrs. Oswalden wiped away the tears with his old lacy handkerchief. Staring alternately at his daughter and granddaughter. They were now standing on the platform, waiting for the train that was about to arrive.

"Yes, Mom. Sure oes. You guys should be fine here too." Davina let out a short breath. Squeezing a hairy coat on Baby El's petite body. In December in the winter like this - the cold air is very piercing into the skin.

"Listen, Son. After telling Baby El who she was to her real father. Go back home soon." Message her father while fixing Baby El's knit hat. This tiny baby fell asleep in the warm embrace of Davina without being disturbed by the noise around her.

This sweet girl nodded and smiled faintly, on the sidelines holding back the coldness on her skin. "Of course, Dad. I won't be in the capital long. Once my business is done, I'll be right back."

"We wait, son. Go, it's the train has arrived." Mr's Voice. Oswalden was muffled by the hissing sound of an electric railway engine behind Davina. While Mrs. Oswalden cried even harder to look at Davina who had boarded the train.

Davina's head protruded from the window, waving her hand and giving a sweet smile to her parents.

"Yes, of course, son. We're waiting for you ..." Isak Ny's. Oswalden waved his handkerchief, while crying in her husband's arms. The two old figures, staring at the electric train carrying his daughter to the capital.

This memory is like a dejavu for both. Yes, it's not the first time they've let Davina go to Vancouver. Except this is the second time. And the first time, when Davina was taken away by someone to ....

　

　

*this Is Your Baby*

　

　

Davina took a long breath. Sitting quietly in the passenger seat inside the train that will take him to the Vancouver capital station.

"His son?"

"Eh?" Davina looked up straight at the passenger seat in front of her, as it turned out that a pair of grandparents were sitting there, looking closely at the sleeping Baby El in her arms.

"It-it ..." Davina was momentarily confused, a few seconds later smiling sweetly. "Yes, in-he's my son, Eleanor. Usually, I call her Baby El ..."

Davina bit her lip, then sighed. It is better to acknowledge his son's Baby El, than to get a strange question ahead of him.

"Well, his name is so sweet, it fits his face" said the grandfather smiling. "All right, Grandma?" he looked at the grandmother next to him.

"Yes, you're right, Cake. Even Baby El, it looks a lot like you, son. Her mother's. It's so sweet."

"Or look like his handsome father" said the grandfather.

Davina simply smiled knots, allowing both. Baby El's birth mother, Arlana, is of course beautiful. As for his father, it might just be handsome but a jerk. Davina secretly clenched her fists inside her coat pocket.

"Sorry, Miss, the ticket?"

"Eh?" Davina looked up, looking at the thick-bodied female conductor in her full uniform. This girl immediately reached into his coat pocket, picking up a ticket. A second later, his eyebrows clutched together when his hands did not find a ticket.

"Miss ..?"

"Wait a minute, Mrs ..." Davina smiled awkwardly soothingly, then returned to look for her ticket. He dropped his little bag and unpacked it. But still not met. This sweet figure began to bite her dry lips. This is what he does when confusion ensues.

Due to the nature of forgetful and too innocent this sweet girl. I forgot where to put my ticket. Davina let out a short breath, thinking hard with her face already filled with a reddish hue resisting the embarrassment of her carelessness.

"How, Son? Have met?" the grandfather looked at Davina's pity. The pair of grandmothers and grandfathers were also worried about Davina's innocence.

"Neong ..." Davina stroked her forehead, smiling strangely once again at the fat lady conductor.

"Find it one more time" said the conductor as he passed from Davina - charging other passengers for tickets. Give the girl time to find her ticket back.

“Thank you.” Davina heaved a sigh of relief, lucky that the conductor was not violent. Otherwise, he would die now. The girl again bit her lips, at a time like this why her careless nature even arose. While Davina was bemoaning her carelessness, Baby El woke up from her sleep.

"Ah, you've woken Baby El,” exclaimed Davina “Kyaaa .. a-what are you lak---" The girl stopped her words as she tried to push away Baby El's tiny hand and instantly her eyes widened in surprise. It turned out that the thing he was looking for was under the pile of hot chocolate drinks. Lucky Baby El flailing something on the table.

"Meet!" cheer Davina girang. Followed by a smile and a sigh of relief from a pair of grandparents - then continued to pay attention to the funny behavior Davina.

"Smart boy, Baby El,” praise grandma is taken by grandpa next door. Davina has given her ticket to the conductor.

"Geez, it's so sweet that Baby El smiles" added Grandpa, fascinated by Baby El's sweet smile - just like Davina's.

"Where are you going, son?" ask grandma to know.

"Eung .. to Vancouver."

"Oh, it's still a long way to go." Now it was grandpa who chimed in.

Davina nodded in confirming. Her brown iris turned to stare blankly at the scene outside the window. Heavy snow began to cover the entire surrounding streets. His mind immediately floated on the name of Mario Archielo.

Davina was curious, how the attitude of Baby El's biological father, when thrusting Baby El right in front of the depraved man's face later. Behind her coat, this girl clenched her hands.

Just be careful if Baby El's biological father, does not admit this tiny baby ...

　

　

　

　

　

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