Uncle Mafia, MY HUSBAND!!!!

UM - Misunderstand

After being frustrated with the missing feather, it does not disappear completely but still ugly if seen as a mighty lion.

Now growing up without pride alone the lion, already the first chapter Little young master is the rule and the truest creature.

"God!!! what did you do to Papa Marfin's lion!" Papa Marco shook his head,

Yea! finally Hilda had a friend who was dizzy with one's attitude.

The lion looked beautiful with a colorless paint formless, the suspect did not know himself clapping with a straw of paint on his tiny body.

"Pitter!!!!" His voice echoed, his accomplices stepped tergopoh approaching the origin of the voice of the master.

No less shocked, his heartbeat also crazy because the little young master was only on the floor with some paint and painting tools, his position was not far from where Pitter sat, right?

"Do you know your mistake?" Papa Marco asked with a frustrated expression.

"Sorry sir, it was the young master." he seemed nervous how to form a correct self-defense sentence.

"Pa pa pa..." That little voice pulled the pants he was wearing, never mind... If you weren't my son I'd bury him alive.

"Darling! With Uncle Pitter yes!" he said he took the son and carried him lovingly, had forgotten the clothes and pants he was wearing. Buy again... The rich

"No pa! With Papa yes..." He said again, this time accompanied by a small clap of hands on both cheeks.

Okay fine.... Papa Marco, are you the handsome, worried child maker? what about when he was still in the womb and troubled you? His birth in the world is enough to make you dizzy apparently.

Congratulations on cleaning the superior seeds of the family Robert ya papa.....

If you ask where Nana is? This mother is still struggling with a blanket soundly due to the heat and comfortable struggle to find nirvana that has been done with her husband. I hope he doesn't know what his son has done. If know? as a result there will be drama sleeping outside...😅

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The knock of the door brings a beard in stepping his feet to open the door. He knew who would visit the house.

Must be Wilson, right? The man has been 3 days in a row coming up with the excuse of missing Rafi and this is it. Dizzying.

"Hey!" He said there.

"Pitters?" Hilda looked shocked at the unexpected guest coming, carrying a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

"For you!" said soften.

"Ah mascasih? Why did you come here?" the wrong question Hilda shouldn't ask? why don't you tell Pitter to come in first?

"Why indeed? Who are you waiting for?" ask Pitter again.

"Huh me..."

"Uncle...." The little boy ran around hugging Pitter happily, ah it felt so comfortable. It's Pitter who's the father of Rafi's relationship .

"Let's go in!" The small pull brings Pitter's burly body inside, lately Rafi has been spending time with her Papa. Sometimes he misses playing with Uncle Pitter who is always good to him.

But seeing his son familiarly chatting arghh... seems very comfortable at all? Is this a sign that he should learn to accept and love Pitter?

"Raffirm..." The call, his feet stepped closer to the son who was busy playing.

"You... Why are you here!" Only then have you raised a murderous gaze that you do not like.

"Rafi dear, you continue playing with Uncle Pitter huh! Mama wants to talk to Papa first!" Hilda said her soft little hand pulled out Wilson's body and carried him to the garden area of the house.

"What do you mean, all this? You're...." Just sat there thinking that not only.

Huft....

"You and Pitter? You guys are cheating on me?"

"Pitter tried to take Rafi away from me, right? Answer Hilda!" It is very temramental, not what has been accused of cheating? Has there ever been a word or lamar? haven't we?

"Pitter's been helping me with Rafi's dad!"

"Why don't you tell me!" He said no, how is this? Wilson is the father, but right?

"You who? it's just the papa, right? I'm not forbidding you from meeting my son! But don't mess with my personal business? you and I have nothing to do!" lose hard, isn't it like this?

"Did Pitter like you?"

"He was good with Rafi as long as I wasn't in Indonesia, I tried to avoid him. Until now, she loved me!" Honestly Hilda without cover.

there is a pain that can not be explained to self and body, it feels like the hope of having a full and happy family will disappear in the mind of his mind.

"You like it?" Wilson's question echoed again, there was no answer from Hilda's lips. His mouth was silent and suddenly twisted

"Ah okay, I have to go. It's for Rafi!" He handed the parcel to Hilda, his feet stepping away.

It can be concluded that Hilda loved Pitter for the silence that occurred. Think Wilson.

You brengs*k! And I love you mad master.... His lips were mute and only able to saturate the oath of absorbency when saw the feet of Wilson who stepped away. Down sad, do not feel her tears dripping without being asked?

Right people say? Love is indeed a deal with the sadness and disappointment that exists.

"It!" Pitter held out a handkerchief.

"Thank you!" embarrassed already, but his hand was stretched out to welcome the handkerchief.

"You love him! Live happily Hilda! Don't think about my feelings! If you're happy I'm happy too." Pitter said, very kind of you, hopefully the author will send the best soul mate for you.

"May I hug you one last time? as Brother?" pitter's permission, and without Hilda's cue immediately scattered in his arms.

"Sorry! You're a good man, I hope you get a better woman than me!" Hilda said with a sigh, her prayer seemed very sincere.

"And you're happy!" Pitter said again, a gentle swipe was placed on Hilda's head, a sign of affection from her brother to his sister.

Two eyes stared at the pain scene in front of him, the more perfect the misunderstanding that occurred in Wilson.

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...HAPPY READING!!!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰...