Husband, Honey Mouth Poison
A longing that is not over time.

"Why did you come here?" After Michel calmed down, not to forget Raisya asked what he meant by coming here.

"The richness of destiny bun." Michel replied after gulping down the cold orange juice the waiter gave him, after which Raisya told him to make a drink for Michel.

"Yes.mom knows. But you want to know the first story how?" Michel hugged Raisya.

"Mmm.. cement-temen Michel invites Michel shopping at the shop mother." Michel replied while looking up.

"mmm... " Raisya answered, guessing what Michel thought. Maybe the arrival of Michel initially only wanted to shop but accidentally caught Raisya he finally became aware of his existence.

"Keep now alone what do you want?" Raisya let Michel slither on his chest.

"Oh my goodness, I forgot." At once Michel let go of his embrace and looked up to see Raisya. Raisya also knitted his brows looking in wonder at Michel.

"I... " Michel's voice hangs.

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The vibration from the phone tells the owner that there is a call.

"Awhile, bun.. " Michel saw the identity of the customer on the mobile phone screen.

"Bun. from daddy.. " Michel seemed confused to pick up the call. He tells Raisya, he does not want Raisya's feelings to change because of the call.

"Michel. Don't say anything about your mother if you still love your mother." Apparently Raisya doesn't want Nathan to know where he is. It was hard to forgive that man. Raisya did not want to generalize his feelings of hatred for Michel.

"Mmm. good bun. But promise bun.don't leave Michel again." Michel hugged Raisya back.

"Mmm.. don't tell daddy you met mommy! Now you wash your face! Your eyes look puffy, daddy's gonna get suspicious." Raisya let go of his embrace and looked at Michel's face.

"Bun. I want to buy clothes to go to the daddy show. Can you help me choose it?" Michel doesn't want his father to be suspicious if he runs out to meet Raisya with that look.

"Yes, wash your face first. I'll help you." Raisya pulled Michel's hand out of his room and went up to the second floor. Michel according to follow Raisya. He was even happy when Raisya treated himself like that.

Michel's eyes circled around watching the second floor of the shophouse he had just stepped on. All neatly arranged even though it must be crowded with many items. Raisya led her to a room that resembled a bedroom.

"toilet drawers. Wash your face first!" Raisya shows Michel where the restroom is.

"Yes bun." Without waiting for a long time Michel immediately entered the bathroom and washed his face so as not to look as if he was crying.

Raisya chose his clothes to fit roughly on Michel's body. Although he was still 12 years old but his body was wasteful, almost comparable to Raisya's body which is the standard size of Asians.

"Bun.. " Michel who had just finished washing his face looked at Raisya.

"It's wearing the same you. In the store mother brand the same material is mediocre. If you want to be used to the official event afraid it does not fit." Raisya said while attaching the shirt to Michel's body, guessing the size of Michel.

"Mother.thank you. Mother wants to remember me." Michel hugged Raisya. It seemed like there was no end to Mit's longing for Raisya. He was so afraid of losing the person he really loved. Gegara the actions of his father Raisya must be separated from him.

"Then we cry again." Raisya held Michel's shoulder to let go of her embrace.

"mmm... " It's true that Michel wiped the tip of his eyelid again with his fingers.

"Try changing clothes!" Raisya thrust one of her clothes stel at Michel.

"Yes.it must not be new, but it seems appropriate to use you." Raisya smiled at the aura of Michel's seemingly happy face accepting his gift.

"Well, I'm actually mama. Thanks bun. I'm gonna change it up, Bun!" Michel immediately replaced his school dress with a dress given by Raisya.

"Well fitting bangettt.mother look!" Michel jubilant. He showed me the clothes that were on his body.

"Thank God!" Raisya was also happy to be able to give his clothes to Michel.

"Thank you, bun! I'm so happy." Michel hugged Raisya again while closing his eyes, enjoying every fragrance that was attached to Raisya's body. The same fragrance she missed when she was a child. The memory in his mind was now retreating backwards in search of the identity of the person who had long been lying in the grave.

Michel loosened his arms.

"Bun.. What perfume do you wear? How very fragrant." Michel said curiously.

"Well. mother's perfume? Hhmm... Why is that?" Raisya was somewhat astonished by Michel's question.

"I want to wear the same perfume as you." Answer Michel.

"Ah. You are still great. The perfume is not suitable for your age Michel... " Raisya immediately brought cosmetic tools to get ready to dress Michel.

"I love bun. I want to try it out. Bun.. ask for a little!" Michel is seducing Raisya into giving herself her perfume.

"Yes already.here mother bedain first you, let not budet!" Raisya said while pulling Michel sitting on the edge of the bed.

Michel said with a big smile because it was very nice to dress Raisya. The first time he was treated like this, like a child by his mother.

Raisya opened Michel's veil and dressed Michel thinly with cosmetic tools that are not too hard for the age of 12 years. These two women now felt a sense of huporia in their hearts. Every now and then they smiled untitledly just talking to each other with their respective thoughts.

"Done! Just wear a veil." Raisya put on her veil to match the one Michel wore.

"You can reflect!" Michel immediately stood up and approached the mirror standing on the wall of the room.

"Ihh.. mother. I like it." Michel smiled seeing her appearance change from usual.

"You want to go there now?" Raisya approached Michel.

"Yes bun.. "

"Come.we're down. Mommy wants to continue the work of mother." Raisya pushed Michel's shoulder out of his room.

"Bun.. "

"Can Michel come back here sometime?" Michel saw Raisya's face.

"Mmm. But on one condition."

"What bun?"

"You can't tell daddy you. Mommy doesn't want daddy you know you're here."

"Yes bun. Michel promise." Michel doesn't want to lose Raisya anymore. Whatever the woman asked, she tried to fulfill it.

"Now go! Be careful on the road." Michel said as soon as he reached the first floor.

"Yes bun.. Thank you for being nice to Michel. May you forgive all of Michel's mistakes with daddy one day." Utterances. Michel is hopeful.