My Son is Not My Son
Chapter 24: Riding with the princess

"Logan, you're here!" febi said his voice was almost blown away by the fun while in front of Logan. "Aren't you angry anymore?"

The man's anger was suddenly dashed after looking at Febi's stifling face. He is fire, while Febi is like water or gasoline.

"No, Febi, I'm sorry." Logan smiled gently. Hard to describe their relationship, Logan himself is confused by what he feels.

"Thank you for not being angry." Febi gave a meaningful smile.

"Yes, dong." Logan tilted his head. "Have I come to disturb you?"

"Of course not! Youknew. You don't have to ask." Febi owes a lot because her best friend always tells about the vast world, reminding her to always be excited and have a strong determination that leads to consistency and discipline.

"Are you not feeling well?" Logan asked and took a handkerchief from his pants pocket and wiped the sweat off Febi's pale face.

Febi grabbed the handkerchief to cover her nose. The refreshing citrus aroma slowly relieves its stress. She shuddered every memory of the intimacy of a man other than Mike in her life.

"You're karting today? Now, yok." Logan reprimands Febi's daydreams.

"Cartings?" Febi did not dare to raise her face in shame because her best friend saw things that should not be seen for the public. "I told Mia first."

"Finally, Logan is coming!" Mia stood one meter in front of Logan attentively. "Mia's happy, Om's coming. We can ride horses together!"

"Horse?" Asked Logan while crouching. He was hypnotized by the spirit of the little girl with blue eyes and curly hair. She was beautiful, just like when she was found.

"Yes Horse. Jordan wanted to take her on a horse. But, this is already very hot," Febi said while crouching. He wiped the sweat off his daughter's forehead using Logan's beige handkerchief.

Jordan punched the concrete fence. Her daughter, was completely wiped with the Howard family's belongings! He stepped up by continuing to take a deep breath. Then crouched down beside Febi trying to smile in a classy way even though in his heart was fatigued.

"No way, Mama! Mia right, I promised Uncle would play kudaaaaa!" Mia reminded mama with a unyu voice.

"Now it's hot, you know. Noh, handkerchief Om aja sampe wet. Play the horse tomorrow, will you?" Febi gereget on her daughter's lashes that flap so beautifully, plus the mainstay smile makes Febi's heart melt.

Logan is fascinated by the interactions of the two generations, let alone the compassionate view of the febi. Then, as soon as his gaze shifted, Jordan became annoyed. "Come, Mia, just go home. It's so hot now. Tomorrow Om take Mia to a horse race, with Aunt Dona, will ya?"

"Really?" Mia's eyes glowed.

"Sure, Girl. We're going to Disneyland too" Logan said steadily.

Jordan nibbles on the inner cheek, not accepting as Mia skips in excitement. He tried to take advantage of the innocence of my son, right !

" Come home, Mama!" Mia put her hands around her neck and got a warm pat on her waist.

"Yes, honey, come on!" Febi let out a sigh of relief, if it takes longer here, she could have a heart attack.

"Come, take him on a horse for one round." Jordan gently pleaded with Febi.

Febi bent her lips, it felt tight close to Jordan, but seeing Jordan's face as if rejected so feel kasian. "Looks, one lap doesn't matter, huh, Mike?"

Febi glared as she realized she was wrong in mentioning the name. Now the face of his best friend became fierce. "Oh, yeah, Logan, I mean! " The woman sighed violently as Logan immediately stood up.

"Where's the horse?" Logan turned his back on Febi and Jordan. He felt them rise. His head was boiling hearing the name of the bastard.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Jordan and Febi helped prepare Mia by wearing Mia's head and knee protectors.

Why don't he just stay away! Inner Febi and remembered Jordan's kiss. The woman got up and her head almost hit Jordan's chest. Again their gazes meet. Jordan's cheeks flushed red, Febi's breathing increased. They both reflexively drifted away in awkwardness.

"Be careful" Jordan said shyly.

Instead of answering Jordan's words, Febi pulled Mia's hand. "Mia's riding with, Mama, huh?"

Logan turned his head because of Febi's nervous voice, what had just been missed? He had just picked a horse, and sensed that there was something strange between them.

"Can you ride a horse?" Jordan asked awkwardly then took three steps back. It was hard to breathe because of the discomfort on Febi's face.

"Yes." Yeah." Febi answered without looking at Jordan and pretended to check what Mia was wearing. He was shocked when he received head protection from the back, who else if not from Mike.

"Mama, can Mia ride a horse with Uncle?" Mia touched Uncle Jordan's hand.

"Is there a reason not to?" Jordan asked and glued to the sharp hazel eyes like they were about to pounce. Then, take the head protection to wear yourself.

"Yes, I can, son." Febi turned from Jordan to Donna. "Come on, you're following, Na!"

"Come, cept!" Logan throws a protective hat that he wants to make and catches Donna swiftly.

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"Look at your mommy's cool." Jordan was grounded when Febi's feet put the feet into the hardpoints and jumped up the saddle on a 1.65-meter-high horseback, without the help of a guide.

"Uncle, mama and papa often ride horses," said Mia with sparkling eyes and happy because it stuck with uncle's stomach.

"Your mother enjoyed her time. " Jordan notices Logan riding a horse, followed by Donna. He pulled the reins to the right and the horse turned to the right and tried to lead in front.

Jordan's other hand was holding Mia's body to the right and left. With his heart pounding, Jordan often glanced at the princess's hair which glistened from the scorching sun. Huh, I love this curly hair.

"Uncle Jo, can you have another husband?" Ask Mia timidly.

"Can, dear," said Jordan softly.

"If you want, Mia can really, call Uncle 'father'". Now Jordan's mind is raging over wanting to be called father. "But your mom will be angry?"

Mia instantly loyo and felt the horse's footsteps slowing down.

Jordan put the rope closer to Mia's front. "Try now hold the rope."

"Mia's afraid. The horse will be angry!" Mia's eyes were rounded.

"Can, there's Uncle!" Jordan placed the tiny hand on the rope and caught it . "You want to know how not to be afraid of horses, honey?"

"Uncle, I'll tell Mia how!" Mia giggled, amazed at the sensation of her hand being stuck in a rope twitching and a large warm palm.

Mia felt like she wanted to be dragged by the movement of the horse's head due to holding the rope. "It's moving, Uncle!"

Jordan laughed lightly at his daughter's pleasure. "Have you heard the word 'Leader' yet?"

"Leader. What is it, Uncle?" Mia took the rope out of her grasp. He scratched his itchy head, but blocked the hard hat.

Jordan teaches Mia how to pronounce the word leader correctly, which is more fun than teaching Evan - who is not his son. He held back a smile as the princess looked at him sharply with beloving eyes! He was uneasy at every sight of Jeslyn's belo eyes, but his daughter's eyes were like rare gems.

"Allowed, Uncle?"

"A little bit more, Mia. 'Leader' is not pim pim pim." Jordan wiped the sweat off Mia's eyebrows.

"What's a pnim-pim-pin, Uncle?"

"The leader is the one in charge. He is the Boss. Mia ever heard what 'Boss' is' ?"

"The boss is Grandpa. Papa's boss is Grandpa Xandel. Boss has a lot of money."

"You could say so. The leader gave the order. Good command to do something. Likewise, if Mia believes that Mia is the leader or boss when riding a horse, then her horse will also obey you.."

Mia was dumbstruck because Uncle let her hold the rope by herself, while the big hand was a little not far from her.

"Because you are the leader, you can command the horse with this movement of your hand." Jordan moved Mia's arm to swing.

"Uncle, Mia is the boss of horses!" Mia giggles and pulls the rope with the origin.

Jordan teaches Mia how to control a horse through a rope. He tries to motivate his children to be able to control mentally and emotionally, and concentrate and be patient.

"Dad also wants to teach you many things, Father's little daughter, not only teaches you as a leader. But when will the freer opportunity come?" inner Jordan.

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That afternoon when the sky was still golden yellow, Febi got off the race car. His sweat splashed inside a special racing shirt. He took off his helmet and brushed his hair to the side and could not stand the heat on his neck.

Logan cradled Mia towards Febi. "NOT BAD, even if it looks like you're stiff."

"Thank you, Bud." Febi with a beloved calling which means friend. He laughed embarrassedly. "I'll practice, more often in the future."

"Where? Your adrenaline's rising, is it?" Logan held out a hair-strap and Febi accepted it.

Yes, Logan was the best friend and understanding in Febi's eyes. He sniffed the string of fresh hair. The woman tied her hair in a ponytail style while laughing showing off the white bunny teeth that made Logan smile. "Not fully out yet. My adrenaline only increased while racing with you!"

Logan throws a further look at the go kart that slips another go kart. The tail of his eyes caught the sweaty hair on Febi's white nape, making the man's mouth suddenly feel dry and he licked his lips.

"Have your eyes improved?" Febi asked while researching the brown eyes.

"Here you go, don't worry." Even though Logan is actually, still feeling his gaze doble if driving fast.

"Mama, up," said Mia with a curious face.

Logan enters Mia into the cockpit, which was sitting on Febi. After the engine is turned off. "Come, sometime test drive along. I must have beaten you."

The man patted Febi on the shoulder and wiggled, carrying him to the chest until the smell of Febi sweat mixed with shampoo faded out and spoiled his nose. He glanced at Febi who was watching Mia.

Donna ran a little and stopped right behind them. Logan's hand went out of Febi.

"Feb, Uncle Brian, has just come and is eager to see you. Hurry up, gih," said Donna.

"Let Mia be with us." Logan approached Febi's face with a warning look of danger.

"Just before Godzila eats you alive." Logan grinned and found Febi's eyes shuddering.

The wood door was pushed by Febi with a breath. The sharp gaze of the eagle eyes immediately greeted him.

Brian Hamilton, the 40-year-old owner of Hamilton Raceway Park, is the second largest circuit in America. There are two types of circuits, asphalt tracks and dirt tracks with thousands of spectator seats around them.

The typical burly body of the locals exuded masculinity, but his gaze was coldly filled with a sinister aura. That man, the only person Febi wanted to see the least, or herself the least within reach of that gaze. It feels so .... Nano-nano.

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