Uncle Mafia, MY HUSBAND!!!!
UM - Girls
Wine glasses in the throat in frustration, ah men always make alcohol his escape.
Already 3 bottles that he drowned, if a normal human 1 bottle had made him very drunk, different from the resilience of this one mafia master.
The third bottle had run out, and he had just tasted what it was to be drunk.
"Pour!" Said once again.
His feet stepped with a stagger, Already several tens of missed calls from the Mama, his men are also working hard to track his current whereabouts.
The foot stepped with a stagger to and fro in an uncertain direction, until the cry of a girl made him have to be aware for a few minutes.
BUGH!!!!!
Bad luck indeed approached him, but the girl helped in time, in the next minute all her men also came.
"Your master is okay?" A silly question that must be asked on this one healthy human being, half drunk.
"What's wrong! You help that woman!" He pointed out, a glass of water he drowned from the hands of his bodyguard, enough to make himself able to control a whack of drunkenness.
The hospital safe was pulled in to get inside, immediately to the action room. This little girl was drenched in blood.
I hope it's okay... He owes his life to the girl. Think Wilson.
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This morning it feels different than before, the mother of one child is looking at her face like never before.
Why am I thinking of him! His murmur dismissed the shadow of the handsome face that haunted him.
"Mama..." The daydream unfolds as the child shakes the arms of the mother.
"Ah, baby?"
"Delayed for Papa Wilson?" guess it.
"Ah what? No!" Said Hilda evaded the crime.
"Get down Mama, she's in trouble!"
"What! How do you know!" Her tone had already risen to the level of anxiety, jeez Mama Hilda. You're being worked on by your son.
A faint pangs of small laughter rang out from the little boy's lips. Mamma... He said he didn't miss Papa but your expression convinced you missed him...
"You fucked Mama..." The mother of one child finally knew the pranks of her son.
"Haha... Sorry mama.. Okay bye, Rafi's leaving first!" running away is the best way that Rafi is currently doing so as not to get the scolding of the Mama. It seemed that the ignorance did not make him relieved, he still worried about the man in silence.
I better make sure I get there.... Bathin Hilda's.
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This young master did not run away from responsibility, in the morning he had taken the time to hug the girl who had helped him.
Sabrina....
"How are things?" wilson asked the doctor who treated the girl.
"The patient is past his critical period, sir. Maybe tomorrow he'll wake up." Said the doctor explained the condition of the latest development of Sabrina.
"I trust you, I'll excuse you!" his words stepped away, it was good enough to nudge and make sure the state of the girl. Guarantee his safety and all hospital expenses. Once he regains consciousness, give him some money as a token of gratitude! Beres right?
"Hilda's...." His murmur looked at the figure of a beautiful woman who was hesitant to enter or return, her body pacing back and forth hesitating to press the gate bell. A smile emerged from his handsome lips, his feet stepping slowly but quickly until he stood right behind Hilda.
"Did you miss me? this early in my house!" his tanyanya whispered, enough to make the heartbeat of Hilda craze. Not to turn my head or make sure, his ears already know who is standing right behind him.
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Today, Nana's wife has been allowed to enroll in college at the desired campus. Not because of lack of money or education or degree crazy.
Papa Marco is good enough and able to provide enough economic support for his family, but education is also important for a woman. Because the mother is the first place of learning for the son.
There is never a word to force the wife, this is the desire of the wife and as the husband of Papa Marco agreed to the good wishes of his wife.
And yet? His pride lies only in that little baby.
"You're okay, aren't you? I'll pick up Marfin in your office later this afternoon!" Nana made sure for the umpteenth time.
The decision was made, Marfin joined Papa to the office, the lunch hour beautiful Mama will pick him up.
Hope you don't trouble your Papa son! Bathin Papa Marco continues to chant his prayers.
"Let's..." Said Papa Marfin, his work has finished drowsiness was increasingly whack in him.
Sleep enough times, right? Mumbled. The son is still sleeping on the mattress in the room, better he also catch up with him, right?
Unexpectedly, the little boy had apparently been awake since his Papa had laid himself down, a smile not typical of the youngest child in his lips.
Never mind..... Finished....
"Chihara....."A small smile in the air when he saw the masterpiece he painted on his Papa's face.
Very jahil indeed.
"Jeez Marfin!" Nana said, she entered the room after confirming to Pitter that the husband and son were sleeping.
"Ma ma ma ma!" Said Marfin, this little boy again showed a face that worried when faced with the mother.
"No! It can't be like this!" Nana warns her son.
"I'm sorry Ma.." he said it looks funny,
"Darling..." Said Papa Marco rubbing his eyes, waking up when he heard a small chat.
"I'm sorry!" Nana, Argh... This is how to talk about the acquaintance of the son.
Tok
Tok
Tok
Not even Nana said, the door of the room was knocked slowly.
"Let me!" papa Marco stood up immediately.
"Ah let me. That's your face!" nervous Nana.
"Yes I know, even if I just woke up, I'd still be handsome right?" His words seemed poignant, and his feet opened the door.
As he lay down, his eyeballs looked at the son with sharp brow-picked eyes. For more than 30 minutes, he kept looking at his superior seedlings who seemed engrossed in breastfeeding to the mother.
"Don't keep looking at him! He's your son!" Nana.
"Sad..." Ah the regret is still seen in ubun ubun once. Some of the staff saw it with a very ugly look! Please, it's very damaging to his image.
"Well... I can't believe he's so upsetting..." His tone was so soft this time, the look of his eyes pointed at the wife's slightly open chest.
BUGH!!!!!!! The sofa pillow in the room immediately floated towards Papa Marco, the son's mocking laughter directly in the singe, as if to say, "FEEL!!!!!"
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...Happy Readingš„°'s...
