(Love Hurts!) Trapped By Mr. Mobster
Stepmom?

Rai Residence.

The sound of baby cries began to be heard in the luxurious house.

The room that was prepared for the handsome baby was not finished and of course the baby basket would be in his parents' room.

"He slept with us first huh? Until the age of 6 months later we will move to our own room." said the woman to the husband when looking at the tiny baby wriggling and fussy.

Seeing the smile on his face, the man was silent. He only agreed to it as long as the woman liked it.

"It's up to you, but if he's in our room, won't it be bad? Little children are not good to see something like that" he said to his wife.

"You can wait for him to sleep, but there's plenty of time, right?" ask Clara who certainly will not be able to listen to anything other than looking at the tiny baby.

Louis let out his breath, he looked at his wife and began to approach her.

"You happy now?" he asked while hugging the slender waist of the woman who only looked at the tiny baby.

"Hum?" The woman turned her head, she turned her face again and looked towards the fussy baby.

"Yes, you wouldn't be cheating, would you? We have kids, right?" ask the woman with a faint smile.

"If we can't, I don't want to see another woman either" she said, wiping the white curvature of her neck.

"But it could change later" he said softly with low confidence.

"If I'm gonna cheat, I can do it a long time ago, but I want it with you." said the man with eyes that now also turned towards the tiny baby who now uses the last name of his family.

"His face is getting more and more similar to her right? What because I hate her too much so time can be a child similar to her as well." said her who chuckled when she saw the fussy baby who was crying.

"Then you can't hate most of it, naturally. Her sister likes it too, right?" replied Clara who started to hold her baby.

Although not a baby who came from the womb or his blood but he began to love her so much.

......................

One month later.

Australia.

Apart

The house, which was made up of luxury apartments, was occupied only by three people, one caregiver who settled and lived in the place, one guard who also settled and one child who has now turned 10 years old.

The waiter who cleaned was also there but came in the morning and went home in the afternoon.

Her steps run throughout the apartment featuring the city from above it.

There is nothing to prevent it because everyone there also knows if he is also the owner of the place.

The sound of the door open, the caregiver who used to not welcome now comes and opens the door for the little boy who was assigned to her to be guarded.

"Master? Someone wants to see you," he said as he took the bag that the boy was wearing in order to immediately meet someone who was waiting for him.

"Who? Uncle Nick?" her question by mentioning the name of someone who used to visit her replace the father but in the last two years never see her again.

"No, it's a woman and you better see her soon" said the nanny and left.

The boy replaced his shoes with house shoes and began to enter.

His eyes rounded for a moment, he looked at the woman he had not seen for a very long time and he knew who she was.

The glass filled with tea was returned to his plate again, he began to realize if the person he was waiting for had already come.

"You're home yet? Long time no see." she said with a faint smile.

"I. YEAH..."

"La. lama ti. don't meet sis..."

Arnold looked nervous, he looked down and could not look at her face.

Although he did not come, Nick had told him about the marriage of his adoptive father and automatically the woman in front of him is a legally valid mother.

"Sit down, I'm not here to eat you so don't be afraid" said Louise, who stared at the nervous boy.

Arnold walked over sitting on the sofa opposite the woman who visited him. He was scared and nervous.

He thought she had come to give him the annulment letter and to throw it away, because he thought it was impossible for what he had done to her.

And maybe unconsciously his actions that once made his father to educate his sister in other ways to avoid events like he made first.

"Sa. I'll learn! Sa. I will not bother and disturb Bianca la. again." said her stuttering and did not look at the woman sitting in front of her.

Louise cringed, what he heard the boy was sent away for education and he did not know anything about the kidnapping incident that befell his son two years ago there was a relationship with the adopted child her husband was.

"Bianca? Why are you bothering her?" ask her but act like you already know.

"Sa. I am wrong.."

"I didn't know that Bianca would be in. at cu.lik.." she said nervously and so scared.

Louise frowned, she did remember her beautiful daughter was once severely injured with a blue body and bandages. He also remembered where he turned his body not wanting to see the injured little boy.

Now that the woman took her breath, the boy in front of her seemed to have regretted his actions.

"Do you know that I'm your stepmother now?" ask the boy who can't see it.

He remembered that the child in front of him was a little boy who smiled and ran around and hid behind his mother.

Arnold nodded, but still he did not look at the woman.

"You hate me?" Louise knitted her brows when she saw the reluctant-looking little boy.

Those frightened and nervous eyes immediately looked and shook his head, "Ti. no! I don't hate my sister!"

His calling remained the same as it used to be when he had only first met the woman.

"Then look at me when I talk to you" Louise told the boy.

"Ma. sorry.." said her who was still nervous until when she spoke she was still so stammered.

"You used to be a cheerful kid, but now it looks so different. It's only natural that you hate me because I made your mother unable to be with your father." said Louise as she looked down at the boy who was still bowing his head.

Arnold shut his mouth, saying nothing. He knew his mother's death was related to his father and he also knew what his mother had done because his subordinates were in high trust his father who said himself.

He is not asked to believe but he is only told because to believe or not it comes from his self.

At first he felt angry but his anger began to turn into emptiness and a clever mind.

If his mother had not been so alone with his father, he would not have had a problem living alone.

Or, if only he who at that time could still love his sister without having the mind to throw it away.

Maybe the end result is he will not be alone in a far place.

The green iris stared at the little boy who kept his head down not saying anything or looking at his face.

He got up from his seat, and walked over.

"You can hate me, but I hope it's only appropriate and..."

"Don't hate my kids too, they have nothing to do with your mother. Oh yeah, did you know you had another sister?" ask her who this time was standing right in front of the boy who was still sitting on the sofa.

Arnold could see the foot of the level wearing black heels was approaching in his direction.

"Hum?" he looked towards the woman who became his stepmother at this time because she still wears the last name of the man who adopted her.

"Like it hasn't? You had two newborn sisters a few months ago, they were twins but one with my sister. So even if you legally have two sisters but there are actually three so don't forget about that" said Louise who looked into the boy's eyes.

Arnold was silent, he did not know the meaning of the word and interpreted himself as he wanted.

"A.. will you throw away my sa?" I asked nervously when I heard that.

The woman smiled slightly, she looked towards the lethargic and fearful handsome boy.

Taps!

The body that was still growing was jolted as he felt the hand that was above his head.

"No, because legally you're my husband's son means I'm also legally your mother, right? I just want to see you and..."

"Once again ask for something from you" continued the boy.

"Sa. I won't bother you!" he said it instantly when he heard the woman want to ask something from him.

"Not that, I want to ask you to remember your sisters and not to hate them. So the other word is I want you to love them." she told the boy.

Arnold did not reply, his eyes locked for a moment staring at the woman who rubbed her head.

"I'll be back now, I was gonna take you to dinner but like you don't like me very much" she said.

"And this is for you" he said, giving a large paper bag containing a gift box.

"Well happy birthday." continued the one who went away.

Arnold looked at his paper bag, the box that contained inside him was immediately opened.

"Eh?" his sparkling eyes stared at the roller skates he had given to him.

He did not receive a gift every birthday but he was still given enough monthly money so that he could buy all his needs without shortcomings.

But of course buying yourself in a gift is two different things.

"Sister! Brother Louise!" his words were turned around and chased after the woman who almost held the doorknob to get out.

The woman turned around, "Yes, what's wrong?" Louise flinched as she approached the voice that called out to her all of a sudden.

"Ma.. dinner." she said softly in a soft voice.

The woman chuckled softly hearing him, "Then are we having dinner outside? Don't expect to eat my cooking, I can't cook anything." said the smiling boy.

"I. yes, ma. eating out is also okay" he said.

The woman walked closer, she did not force the boy to call her mother even though it should be done because legally she was the child's mother.

"Oh yes, I hope you also talk to me casually, don't be too tight" he said as he rubbed the head of the boy who had grown up reaching his chest.

One nod was seen with his head still lowered and feeling awkward.