I didn't answer her and just waited for the person she was talking about. Soon the gate, with two women and a man, opened.
The two women were a young woman, while the other seemed to be seven years old, while the man was at the age of thirty-eight.
"Oh, why are you so early?" What he calls him is a man. She has never been able to answer as she looks at me.
"And who is he with you? Does he have a girlfriend I take care of?"
"Manang!" He called.
Six more and more disgusted with what he asked him. The old man just laughed.
"Oh he, this is the umbrella. Come in and I'll just ask you. It's too early, so you'll be late when you are a kid and you can't just go to school all of a sudden and if that happens, 'That's going to tell your mommy. " Shake it whisper.
"Yes sir! Fix it and you have a good explanation for your mommy again!"
"Yes-" The man couldn't finish what he was going to say.
"Rosie, don't worry. She's not my girlfriend and about why I was with her and why we came home early, I care about Mommy do'n." He seriously said.
He opened the door and approached me.
"Girl, are you so good? I don't have a gun so you don't have to worry." he said.
He seemed to notice that I had been looking at my clothes.
That's not what I'm worried about.
I didn't really like the dress and short she gave. I'm not comfortable especially when I'm not at home even at home?
She nodded as we ate an umbrella, so I couldn't help but lift my gaze to her.
"You know what? You're so silent like a ghost, I feel like I'm talking here alone because of your silence. Anyway, I need your cooperation my mom, dad, nanny or driver even that Manang doesn't know I'm gay.
I nodded. "Yes! Thank you, girl! Ah! I love you!" She hugged me so much that I felt a lot of akwardness.
Bullśhìt, I didn't know him but I was able to go with him just, just! As if I had a choice?
What was it, first I did him wrong, I hurt him for stoning his head.
But I didn't mean it, but he didn't let me just dry in the rain!
Then do I still suspect him?
I know he's gay so he can't take advantage of me.
People seem to be kind here too. "Son? Christian?!" A cry from above.
This house is so big!
But compared to us, we are still bigger, but it is still better.
So I couldn't help but marvel, there were two stairs down here while there were rooms. I'm sure he's really big and broad. Different hangs, and displayed here on the wall of their house. At a large door we had entered this next to me, there were also different kinds of plants on the burn.
"Mommy? Don't even cry. It's like you haven't seen me for years." Answer him.
She was called to her mommy and gave her a bad look. It even crossed arms and tortured him in front of me. "You didn't let me get ready, and now you are even suing me with a girlfriend!"
My eyes widened at what he said. What? He didn't even say I had to pretend to be his girlfriend! "Ahm ... I'm sorry Mrs. But I'm not his girlfriend." I correct him.
"Then what about my son?"
"Nothing Mrs, but ..."
"Mommy, stop acting like a reporter, don't interview her anymore. She's just a stranger and I meet her also in a garden
Then I brought her here because ... "She looks like she's running out of reason.
"Because I did your son's fault, I was stoned to him but it wasn't really that bad so I went with him a while ago because I was the one who was treating the wound on his head."
"Then why is that?"
"Mom, how about just turn her anger into the flowers in the garden, so I said she was sleeping. Then Mom look oh." He acted to point his wounds as I surprised him to pull his ear.
"So do you think it's her fault, son? Why are you sleeping in the garden? Have you left your class again? So how early are you coming home?" he asked while still pulling his ear.
I couldn't help but laugh while looking at them.
"Aw, Mom! Aray- Yeah I'm sorry, but I am your son mommy, not her why are you still being supportive of her? Aren't you sad and your handsome child is injured?"
"No! I know you deserve that, Moron! Don't you try to absent again, or or else that's not all you have to do!"
"Fine, mom!" he gave up on his response.
"And you, I ask? Why are you throwing flowers? Are you mad at plants and flowers?"
I heard Christian's poor laugh so his mommy hugged her.
I shook my head. "No, it's just a coincidence that I don't know where and how I can bring out the weight and anger I feel.
"Don't mind him. If you have a problem you can talk to me. If you don't have your resentment. I'm here, our door is open to you, so if you don't mind. Can you 'to visit here again? "
"Ho?" I'm sorry.
She smiled and pulled out my hand. "Didn't you read it? It looks like my son's clothes are still wearing it, there's a reason for you to come back here again. Anyway, you're going to bathe when you get home, okay? So you won't get sick."
I didn't know what to say, I didn't know how to answer the question and he said. "Mom? I'm still here oh. Maybe you can ignore me?"
"What for? You're going to bathe."
"Mom?"
"Christian?!" It is more likely to call it.
She nodded and burst into tears. It was walking away as if he were taking a bath.
"Oh, you're going to be patient with my son. Do I have bake cakes so you want to taste it?"
"It's embarrassing-"
"SHS, that's not it. I'll take you a plate, and I'll finish you off.