IN THE NEST OF YOUNG WIDOWS
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"Om Yoyo."
"What hero?"
"Om Yoyo won't be Mommy's patron?"
Suddenly A win and Yoyo were stunned to hear a question from the boy sitting in the back seat. Even the two adults had time to lyrics each other and suddenly became awkward just because of a simple question with a simple answer as well. Just answer me or not is done. But for adults, such questions have broad meaning. Not as simple as a child's mind.
"Who? Om Yoyo is working at our house to protect Mommy too, honey. Protect Mommy A moy, Protect Mommy A ling and Mommy Mommy Mommy everything," a win's answer was quite reasonable and it became a lifesaver for Yoyo as he did not have any ideas to answer the boy's question.
"Oh .. That's it, Mom?"
"Yes, honey."
"Binbin thought, Om Yoyo would be his patron Binbin?"
"Yes no, Om Yoyo and Om Tito became Mommy's protectors as well. But if all Mommy's on the job, Om Yoyo and Om Tito will take care of Binbin every day."
"No, Mom, Binbin wants the same Om Yoyo."
"Loh, why?"
"Said Zoe, Om Tito is already Zoe's, so Om Yoyo is also mine."
"Hahaha .. yayaya is up to you, honey. If you want the same Om Yoyo continues also nothing. But Om Yoyonya want to?"
"You want, Om?"
"Of course you want to dong, champ, Om will always take care of Binbin," replied Yoyo, and at once Binbin cheered with excitement. While Yoyo and A win were just smiling at each other at how happy the little boy was just because of a very simple thing. Without feeling, the car driven by Yoyo has arrived at the destination. After the car is parked they immediately go in search of the item that A win wants.
While at home, Tito was playing with Zoe in the back garden. From practicing martial arts, playing ball, swimming, and so on. There, Tito must be able to adjust to his work. She sometimes had to act like a child in order to keep up with Zoe.
Sometimes Tito thinks, Zoe's age, should play with children too, just like the children in his village. But Tito also realized, the life of the rich who live in elite housing is far different from life in the village.
Meanwhile, in a room, A moy seems to be checking the files of some clients who will use the services of the Wedding Organizer. Sometimes his head turned and saw the state of his son who was playing with Tito. Occasionally, A Moy's smile also grew as he looked at the child and his guard.
"Busy, Brother?" a person's voice momentarily turned A moy's attention to the paper before him.
"Well, not really, Ling. Just awake?" said A moy for a moment looking at someone who came and then looked back down at the paper paper on the table.
"Yes, Brother. His head was heavy, "A ling replied while tapping his head a few times.
"Surely you were drunk last night?"
"Hehehe. It's also called a party."
A moy looks mangosteen mangosteen. He also when in a party or gathering with friends and others, always ends up drunk. So he also understood if A ling was also doing the same.
"But how was last night like, Tito and Yoyo, still fresh, the smell of alcohol was not striking at all?"
"Hahaha ..." A ling's laughter suddenly exploded making A moy's forehead wrinkle and stare at him. "They don't drink alcohol at all, brother. They also often bung. They just had that kind of party she said."
A moy smile spread. "Teach, let alone a party like that. They've never been dating."
"Well! Never been dating? Handsome Yoyo and Tito?" a Ling asked in surprise.
"Not yet, they're telling their own stories."
"Has right, when we jog while we need to, they are silent. Sakali want to jog, the movement is very stiff. They are plain."
"That's how they are."
"Hmmm, means I have to take them to parties often huh, sister?"
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