IN THE NEST OF YOUNG WIDOWS

IN THE NEST OF YOUNG WIDOWS
From a Different Mother


"Sir Li, which one is actually their mother? All of them called Mommy by them?" ask Tito.


Mr. Li smiled as well. "They're not one man's children?"


"What! What does Mr Li mean?"


"Zoe's son is Miss Amoy and Binbin's son is Miss A Win. Maybe instead of having to call aunt or how, so the house people decided if the kids call them, Mommy all."


"Oh .." replied Tito and Yoyok almost simultaneously. Actually they are still filled with curiosity. Especially about the existence of the father of Binbin and Zoe. But just as they were about to ask, the car carrying them had reached their destination.


They get out of the car immediately and BinBin and Zoe get into their class, as the two boys are picked up by a woman who may be the teacher of the child. Mr. Li ngajak Tito and Yoyo were sitting in one of the front corners of the school where the place was usually used to wait for children.


"You see that car over there?" said Mr. Li while his eyes were fixed on one direction of the road not far from where they were.


"What's the matter, sir?" yoyo asked as his eyes followed where Mr. Li was looking.


"Maybe because of the car, the child must use a personal bodyguard. Miss A win and A shang once showed me, he said heartily with the owner of the car.


Tito and Yoyo's eyebrows are equally wrinkled. Now the question arises in both hearts. Who else is that guy? Asking Mr. Li seems free. The middle-aged man, although he said he had worked in the same house for a long time, but he did not know much about his employer's personal life.


Meanwhile, in the black car, the car was pointed at by Mr. Li. A man was stuck in the back seat. The man's eyes continued to gaze at the building where Binbin and Zoe were studying and playing.


"It looks like the young master got a new bodyguard, sir," said a man sitting in the driver's seat.


The man called Master immediately smiled wryly. "A moy really takes good care of my son, Rik. Until his father wants to see him, it's hard not to play."


The man called Erik smiled faintly. He did not want to comment much if his Master had complained about the child being missed. Although Erik knew the story his Master was going through, Erik chose silence unless the Master spoke.


"Have our men found the man who took the keychain, Rik?"


"No, Mister. But according to information, the person who took the keychain is an immigrant from Indonesia."


"Ready, Sir! Now, are we leaving or are we waiting for the young master to come home?"


"We go to the office, I have a lot of work to do."


"All right!"


The car left Binbin and Zoe's school. Mr. Li, Yoyo and Tito continued to pay attention to the luxury car until it disappeared from view.


Without feeling, the day is now approaching. School time is over. According to orders from her employer, once she got home from school. Mr. Li taught Yoyo and Tito to drive cars in the country. Although at first they were very awkward, but surely, they could conquer it. Mr. Li also taught how to use the features in the car.


After a car practice session, Tito and Yoyo's job is to watch the children play and sleep. Binbin and Zoe rooms look very spacious and comfortable. The playground became one room with a bed, so if they were tired, they could go straight to the break in place.


Yoyo, Tito! Are you guys busy?" exclaimed a woman from behind the child's bedroom door. The woman named Amei just stuck her head inside while calling out the names of the two young men.


"Here, take care of the child, Miss," replied Tito.


"Yoyo, you come with me, let Tito take care of the children."


"Well, Miss," said Yoyo, and she immediately followed A mei from behind.


Seeing the clothes A mei was wearing made Yoyo repeatedly swallow her own saliva. His body also suddenly felt hot with sweat that began to pour. A Mey wears sleeveless dres and is super short and wavy.


"You hold this chair, I'm going up! Looking for stuff in the closet!" tell A may as soon as it gets to its destination.


"Whoops!"


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