Single Mothers
Jealously

Finding a Daddy Bag. 98

By Sept

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The raging longing instantly broke out, fusing together with Kanina's cries as she hugged the Altar's body.

"Mama misses the Altar, right?" ask the boy when their arms are off. The hand of the altar wipes the cheek of his mother.

Kanina nodded, then grabbed the Altar's body back. Hugged him, held him warmly. Though not long separated, but the longing left behind is so heavy.

"Yeah!"

After embracing his mother, change Altar greeted his father enthusiastically.

"Father! Come on over here. Look at Al's room! Araaaa come with sister. Big sister's room is huge!" The altar drew his papa's hand as well as that of Ara, his younger sister.

Glad the Altar showed her new room which she said was very large and filled with expensive toys bought by Daddy.

Because he was silent, even though his lips were smiling falsely. He thought the Altar would ask him to come home when they met. It turned out that the boy looked very happy while living in his daddy's house. He showed me all the expensive luxury items that Alung bought. And Gara could only smile faintly as the Altar showed all of that to her.

"Fra! Which one do you want? Brother has a lot. Ara just take it, let brother later ask to buy daddy again!" exclaim the Altar with his arrogance.

Apparently Alung really spoiled the boy. Until just a few days of living there, one room is already more than one storefront that contains toys and robots that can cost tens of millions. Really late pampering the child.

"Ara wants this, sister," said Ara hugging a small, bulky doll on the bed.

"Don't! Others are ... Ara!" The altar immediately seized it forcibly. Although the cheapest among the Altar toys in the room, the little doll was given papa Gara when he was a child. It was the puppet that accompanied the sleeping Altar.

Seeing the attitude of the Altar, Gara was slightly touched. He then rubbed his son's head.

"Can I?" ask Ara later.

"Don't that!" The altar retook spontaneously.

"Sir Altar stingy!" babble the clear round-eyed little girl. Her lips pursed, while taking this item it but should not be the same brother.

"Don't this, Ara! It's Al's sister from mama. This is all, right? It's good." The altar persuaded the younger brother. Giving away another thing, which was more expensive than what Ara asked for. From earlier Ara targeted the objects he brought from home in Surabaya. Not an expensive thing to buy his daddy.

Altar ... Altar, Ara's a copy of mom and dad. Born simple, do not look at everything in terms of material. Simple, plain and what it is.

"No way!"

"It's nice! Daddy said there are only a few in this world."

"No way!"

"Ara ... later papa buyin same doll." Gara tried to persuade her sulking daughter.

"Really, Pa? The rich man has a sister, right?"

Gara nodded and rubbed Ara's hair gently. It made the altar jealous.

"Al ... Where are you going?" she shouted as her son just left. Because to not understand, why the son looked angry when they were fine.

"Al!" He was chasing the Altar.

In the living room, Gara saw her son already sitting beside Alung. The boy seemed to be caressing spoiled on his daddy. And Gara did not dwell. It seems the Altar still does not want to go home. Seriate.