My Husband Doesn't belong to Me
Chapter 81

KORBIG. . .

"Sorry Mom, sorry! I was not intentional." Said a boy, while covering his hands in fear. I grabbed her hand and helped her up.

"It's okay, son! You all right?" Ask me while cleaning her clothes.

"I'm fine, Mom." Say the boy while looking down.

"Let's let me help you clean this up." Said me while helping him tidy up his wares.

"This is all right, son!" I said as I stroked her hair slowly.

"Thank you very much, ma'am." Said the boy then I was about to leave, but was restrained by the boy.

"Wait for Ma." He said while holding my hand, and I glanced at him again while frowning confusedly.

"What's up, son?" Ask me confused.

"It." Said the boy, giving me a black crackle bag.

"This is for mom?" Asked me and he just nodded his head, I crouched down nearby.

"Can I open?" Ask me and she nods her head.

How surprised I was to see the contents of the frictional pouch containing coins and some shabby banknotes, I looked at the confused child.

"You want to exchange this money?" Ask me and he shakes his head.

"Then why did you give it to Mom?" Ask me confused.

"That's Mom's change." Say it again.

"returns? What do you mean, son? Sorry I don't understand." I said something that I don't understand.

"When Mom bought all my sales, but I didn't know she was giving me any more money. And here's the change." Say the boy.

"When Nak? I'm sorry I don't remember, maybe you're wrong." My speech.

"When I sell near the clinic, then there are the fathers who buy my sales. He said his employer gave me a lot of money, but I didn't count it. When I got home, I counted it, it was a lot. But back then I needed money for school, so I wore it first. And I'm saving up to get it back, this is Mom's change. Sorry I can return it now." He said it at length, then he looked down.

"Maybe you're wrong, son! Mending you keep the money." I said, I actually remember what happened a few weeks ago. But I deliberately pretended to forget, wanting to know the reaction of this child.

"Ngga Ma'am, I remember my face once. I even drew Mom's face, so I wouldn't forget. And this, right, is Mom's face in the book." His words then took out a shabby book that contained a picture of my face, how surprised I was.

The picture he made was really similar to mine, there was also the date we met and the amount of money I gave in his writing was complete. Really great kid, can draw like this.

"Here are you drawing it?" Ask me in surprise.

"That's great, I love the pictures. You're so great, son." I said with a smile and gently rubbed her hair.

"What if we sit there, right? I'm squatting like this." Said me, which was starting to feel sore.

"No, ma'am, I just want to give you this. Then excuse me, assalamualaikum." Said it and then gave the dime in my hand, but I held his hand.

"Samma. . . Please help me out, son." My grimacing speech in pain from crouching for too long, made my legs cramp. Although it doesn't hurt too much, I want to hold it back first.

"Mother why? Let me help you, where are you going?" She was worried, and she helped me stand up with her little body.

"We'll just go there, and I'll call your driver. Would you like to help Mom?" I said pointing at one of the restaurants closest to us and he nodded his head.

He slowly picked me up until we reached the restaurant. The waiter approached us, and helped me. I also asked to prepare the best food in this restaurant for us, although at first the boy was determined to go home.

But I tried to hold him back and we ate together, he ate ravenously. Not even the food was exhausted, I also wrapped some food for him later.

"Sorry Mom, the food's up. But I don't have the money to pay for it, how do I pay for it?" She said it and I laughed at her words.

"Who asked you to make it all? You take it easy, all I pay. Can't we talk for a minute, while waiting for my driver." Say it with a sincere smile.

"Where's Mom's driver? Why hasn't it arrived yet." The boy said plainly, because I did say that he would accompany me until the driver came. The driver was not far from where we are now.

"Get to know Mom too, oh. . . Aye! We have not met, the name of Nadira's mother. What's your name?" Ask me while extending my hand.

"Arjun." He hesitated, holding my hand.

"Mom would sell me?" His words surprised me, and then laughed.

"Haha. . . You are just there! It's Mom's face, like a villain, isn't it?" Ask me.

"Usually if there are good people, giving food must have evil intentions. I don't want to be sold again, if Mom wants to sell me. Please forgive me, I'll pay for all the food I ate earlier." Said her scared.

"Good boy, listen, baby. I never meant to sell you or do evil with you, I sincerely invite you to eat, you know right now mom is pregnant. Mom will sell you, and soon I will have children like you. You calm down, yes." Say it while holding his hand.

"Gee. . . Wow. . . Wow. . . Who is this Mas! Look at that, your ex-wife! Pasture brought to a gini-rich restaurant! Really ruined the view! Heh. . . Beefy! Get you out of here! There's no level you're here." Say Sifa roughly, while pushing Arjun's shoulder.

"You guys should get out of here! This is my table! Please go!" I said firmly.

"Can't! We're gonna eat at this table! So you guys are leaving! Bring it up! Don't ruin the view!" Sifa Cynic Speech.

"Come Nak! We're getting out of here." Say me, then bring Arjun.

"Dad!" Call Mas Tio while holding my hand.