Buried Love's
The Part 65
Although he could not bring Bellinda home either, but Arsen was happy enough because now Colvert was with him. In the car and heading to the apartment. Since coming out of the area of Baldwig's mansion, he had not heard his son's voice, not a single bit. Curious, finally took the time to look, ascertain what his son was.
Arsen smiled with relief. “It turns out you fell asleep, I think I haven't answered questions since getting angry and breaking down.” Right hand outstretched to gently wipe the tip of Colvert's head. The six-year-old looked calm. He won't bother, probably tired too after the dinner.
Arriving at the apartment, Arsen immediately went down and carried Colvert up to his unit. He threw the body which was now about one hundred and twenty centimeters high into the bed.
The widower did not leave. He remained seated on the edge of the bed, looking at a face so similar to his. Several times his eyes caught Colvert's forehead shrinking like a restless person in a dreamland. In a hurry he lay down beside the son and hugged as if providing protection.
“Colvert nightmare? Relax, there's Daddy. The one who slept well, yes ... Babe.” Arsen placed a kiss on his son's forehead, then rubbed the forehead that had shrunk several times.
This is the first time Arsen slept together with his own son, when he was six years old. A lot of time he wasted without growing flesh and blood. He feels so bad being a parent. It turns out there are things he has never done as a Daddy. I don't know if it could still be like now, if Bellinda chose to marry another man. “Ku think .. will be difficult.”
Arsen placed his left hand as a Colvert cushion. On the right side rub the little guy's head. Continue like that until you don't feel asleep. It turns out .. very comfortable when he can give and show affection to loved ones. What else is his son.
The day Colvert woke up. I don't know, he suddenly opened his eyes after a bad dream. However, when he felt a warm hand grab onto his body, he slowly looked up to see. It turns out that coming out of the mansion with his daddy is not a dream, but real.
Every second continued to roll forward, the night also changed to become increasingly morning. Arsen was the first to wake up. He reviews the smile when he feels the clothes like wet, and when checked it turns Colvert drooling. There is no anger even though the clothes are dirty, it is happy to see how his son sleeps. Usually Bellinda takes care of her until she knows nothing about her own child.
“Daddy make breakfast, yes. You sleep well, later if you wake up so you can eat directly.” After anchoring the kiss, Arsen slowly pulled the hand full night as a pillow Colvert. Thankfully not disturbing.
Arsen shook his hands as he felt tingling, as he walked out of the room and into the kitchen. He washed his face first, then struggled with simple ingredients. It might make pasta easy.
Not finished cooking, Arsen heard there was an open door, automatically eyes glanced towards the source of the sound. “Awake up? Sleep sound?”
Colvert replied with a nod as his hands rubbed his eyes. “It's delicious.” After giving her compliments, she climbed onto the chair in the dining room, and saw how her daddy cooked.
“For our breakfast, but not yet ripe. Wait a minute, yes.”
Colvert nodded back. He waited while looking at the back of his daddy who kept moving, busy cooking. He came to mind with Granny's speech at the time. “Dad, is it true that I am not the child you want?” Not felt, the thing that had always stuck in the heart was finally asked directly.