Uncle Mafia, MY HUSBAND!!!!
UM - Wilson's Crazy!
Legs stepped in without a care, Crazy indeed.
Screaming like people don't know themselves.
It is seeking death! That's the definition of Wilson today.
Please lah! The sun is still in a state of embarrassment in carrying out its duties to shine light on the earth.
"What are you doing here motherfucker!" Cynical Papa Marco, his gaze is so unsettling.
Don't forget some ready-made bodygruad releasing hot lead over Wilson's head.
"I want to see my son!" apparently very ignorant, last night he managed to track the whereabouts of Hilda and Rafi who were staying at Marco's house.
"You're crazy! There's no son here!" Cynic Papa Marco,
"Rafi! Son of Hilda, he's my son!" He said in a tone of ignorance, after accusing Hilda that he deliberately seduced and took advantage of her that night.
Told to forget the events that imprint in Hilda's memory, struggling to conceive and give birth and raise Rafi alone.
Without any financial or energy intervention! The morale of this man is acting as if he is entitled to Rafi.
Yes indeed Rafi seeds seeds superior seeds, but if that seedlings are not placed in the container will not grow as handsome is not it?
"He's my son, Mr Wilson! He's not your son!" This time Hilda spoke up about the statement that had been thrown.
The paper was thrown with cynicism and anger, the look in his eyes said READ!!!!!!!
Hilda's jaw was so hardened and shocked by the fact written in the paper, how could this crazy man could do a DNA test without her knowing.
"This result is fake! You've manipulated her!" hilda said, still evasive the facts that should be revealed.
You better keep a secret, there will be a time when everything is revealed properly. Like how God's destiny works.
"You're a pretty smart doctor, aren't you? You can clearly tell which fake one isn't?" very lightly he said.
"You're not my papa!"The little boy he wanted to meet was now stepping in among the crowd of adults.
"Sorry sir!" Highlight Hilda's eyes were so fond, heartless because this early made a fuss.
"Son! You're my son!" smirk, Hey! Where the arrogant and pretentious attitude claims that Rafi is his son.
His instincts weakened, when he saw the hostile view of the child.
"Rafi, come in baby!" Mama Hilda said softly, so begging not to make a fuss more and more.
Marco and Nana were just listening to what was ahead, and were on the lookout! Although Wilson came alone without an escort, he still considered this man dangerous.
"Ma! I don't want anyone else to hurt you!" boys are the best protectors for their mother.
"I'm your papa!" His tone back on the air even with a weak sayub.
"Not Mr Wilson! I am the son of Mama Hilda! My dad hasn't been around since he hurt my mom! Even assuming I was the biggest mistake my mom ever made to her!"
"Son me...."
"Go home, Mr. Wilson!"
"Papa son!"
"No!" the little needle was thrown on target, landing perfectly on Wilson's body a second later this dashing man lay unconscious.
"Don't worry ma! I just knocked him unconscious! Uncle Marco, I'm sorry if Mama and Rafi make a fuss this early! Don't be mad at Mama Rafi!" Her tone is so funny.
"You've been thinking of my son Rafi! It's okay!" Papa Marco became a wise mediator.
"Uncle Pitter please take Mr. Wilson home! The drug only works for 1 hour!" Rafi said, her little legs were off.
"Don't feel bad, Hilda, I've considered you my sister! Susul Rafi, you need your drum!" no less good Nana played a role in this situation.
All shocked by the fact that happened, not least Pitter and Mas Adi who were in the house. Ahhhh fortunately, Papa Robert and Bi Siti are still asleep.
"I didn't expect..." Not yet Papa Marco finished his speech, yet,
"Don't interfere too much, baby, there must be cause and effect! Appreciate the privacy of people!Okay!" Said Nana advising the husband, fortunately Hilda had gone after Rafi into the room.
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"Is my presence just a mistake Ma?" Said, his welcome was so bitter when the mother entered the room.
The heart of this little boy stared far away, he was still very small but he was hit by the situation for adulthood.
"Sorry!" Hilda said, her lips were so faint. His sincere apologies, for his inability to provide the perfect family for the son. Even after 10 years, his father was aware of his presence.
"Well.... Bastard son? That's not what Ma calls me!"
"Rafi!" A sad tone no longer airs, a great clash escapes perfectly from Hilda.
A struggle that so drained all the order of his life, fought great for the son.
No words to avoid your son!
"Mama doesn't like you talking like this! This is the wrong mom! Mama who put too much day on your Papa! The mother who does not know herself! It's all Mama's fault!" said Hilda, the body that was standing slumped to the floor without being asked.
"You're not a mistake! You are a gift there! Mama loves Rafi, how Rafi came into the world, you are a lamp for Mama's life! Don't talk like that!" her crying was already broken unbearable.
Beautiful circular little hands hugging the body of the Mama!
"Mama don't be sad! Sorry rafi ya!" This little hand stretched out rubbed the tears of the Mama,
A warm embrace approached the two men. Let the mother and child tell the story of the problem.
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A rowdy atmosphere was back in the air, broken things splattered.
As stout as a man he would be weak if dealing with his family, let alone now his own flesh and blood.
"You're my son!" His burly body slumped back, after he woke up from fainting he evaporated his emotions by breaking things that were around.
Fresh blood dripped from between his fingers, his memories spinning in his brain!
Is he evil? is he that stupid?
His son has grown this big! She just found out?
The presence of the child from the womb of an unwanted woman even he considers the woman as a seductive woman in fact....
Ah...stay! Rafi is his son! dear wilson....
"You're crazy!" Mama Lisa came to tell one of the guards.
"Ma! My son! Get him home!" His lips spoke so weak, that the next second he fainted again and as soft as the photo of Mama Lisa got.
So shocked, this kid. He was very similar to Wilson as a child, like a betel in two.
But wait! Why is Hilda in the arms of the little boy?
What are Wilson and Hilda? Them?
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...HAPPY READING!!!!!!!...
