Things are in proper places, and some guess started to leave one by one. I was happy that everything is successful and no accident happens.
After the last guest leaves, my friends slash my inmate's friends started to bid farewell too, and wish me a Goodluck for my start. Holding my daughter's hands and send them in the door, as we turn our back in the door, a young cute cheerful voice rang.
"Mommy!" the voice said and slammed at my back, small chubby arms circled in my waist making me stiff, not only because of the soft thing attach to me, but also that voice.
That voice that this body longed to hug. I stiffly looked back and look at the little chubby kid looking at me with joy in his face.
The eyes expectantly looked at me "Mom, I miss you!" he said sweetly, and my heart turns soft. My hand unconsciously reach his little head when I felt a pull to my other hand
"Mom," my daughter said, waking me up.
I looked at my daughter and saw her vigilant eyes against the little boy. I don't know why but I felt guilty and my hand that was about to reach the little boy's head retracted.
I slowly back, even though my body seemed to reject the motion. But what can I do? I have my own daughter and I can't be with this boy since the court told me that the body's owner can see his son again. Even though I'm guilty of the child, I still brave my self for the child and for the body's owner sacrifice for his son to have a good life.
I smiled stiffly and said how are you. The child smiled faded a little and looked at my daughter I don't why a sudden tension but looking closer at the two cute little babies, they just seem curious to each other? not fighting at all. Well, improbably too tired.
"Mommy whos this kid?" the boy asked with his childish voice.
I was struck with his question, I can tell the little boy she's my daughter and I can deny to my daughter that this voice is my son. I mean the owner's son? ugh. what should I do? what should I say?
"Mom is it a visitor too?" my daughter asked, with her well behave posture. I unconsciously nod and then shake making even me don't understand my answer.
The young boy pouted and pull my other hand. "Well, I'm his only son," the boy said proudly
My daughter's beautiful brows frowned and pouted a little, and gently pull my other hand that she was holding "Well, she's my mom!"
They glared at each other and I in the middle don't know what to say, as these two kids can be at fault. I'm in the wrong here if I denied the two-child, I sign and didn't know what to do until I heard a chuckle from the entrance.
I looked over and saw a very handsome man, too beautiful and sexy but in the boy side type of beauty. He was looking at me scorchingly, I just frown and tried to identify him but I don't know him, maybe a nosy customer?
I ignore him and looked at the two, the young boy stops pulling me and looked at the handsome and squeak a childish call "Daddy!"
and so I met this unexpected visitor making me speechless not knowing what to say.