Chapter 5 Part 5

"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.

A few minutes later he approached me with this cake, fortunately and his flavor was chocolate so because of my favorite chocolateay the smile on my lips when I saw it, it also brought milk. "This, taste it."

I've been sorry for it. "It's good, Mrs,"

"Hep, call me, Aunt Jenina. It's better to hear."

I already tasted it. "Uhm, Aunt Jenina. It's fine,"

"Thank you and you liked you a while ago but I don't know your name yet."

"Ah, I'm Gabriella, Gab for short ho."

"Nice name, Gab! So Gab I'll leave you here first, okay? I just have to take care of it upstairs and Christian will finish it too. Enjoy!"

"Hey," I heard a call to me. I confronted her a lot to my surprise when I saw it just towel.

"Where's Mommy?"

I was so weak, so I took the glass to my side containing his mommy's seasoning.

"Climb up to take care of it." My response. We're in the kitchen, yes we're just.

Isn't he shy and he didn't even get dressed before I approached?

I was annoyed at my brain.

He didn't even speak after that so I didn't just look at him. When I hadn't grown the spoon I was holding, my eyes widened as he took it in my hand and rubbed it.

What the hell?

"That's it, you can't get it yet? The closer, it's so close 'oh!" I still grab the spoon and my saucer that he took.

"I'm sorry, girl." He even laughed. "It's good, girl. Maybe my mommy did that?" There is a boast of its voice.

Again he pulled my saucer and my spoon closer to him. I was so annoyed, and I was given a shocking look after I saw that he was licking the spoon I used.

Seriously? Is there a 'no'?

I looked at him. His other hand rested on their long-tiles table, as he was toweling. Six abs pa!

I couldn't help but regret her. She is handsome, beautiful body, tall.

So it looks so good to her - come on! What am I saying? I'm crazy!

I annoyed my eyes again and drank the rest of the milk in this glass again and didn't look at her anymore.