In Divorced Husband, Married a Milliader
DSDM - Tab 22

Ghazi looked at the middle-aged woman who was now entering his room. Bu Ras displays a friendly smile but is not countered by Ghazi, he does not want the woman, all he needs right now is Arina, his mommy.

"I want to be with Mommy" Ghazi said, crossing his small arms across his chest. Just this time for Ghazi not sleeping with Arina. He missed Mommy.

Seeing Ghazi's behavior, of course, Ms. Ras felt anxious. He just smiled with admiration..

"I want a story from Mommy" Ghazi said.

Arga sighed "Zi, listen to Om ! right now Mommy Zi is somewhere far away" Arga replies, hoping Ghazi doesn't ask Arina again.

"Where is that?, then who's Mom there with ?"

"Your Mommy is safe there Zi, you take it easy tomorrow Om promise to bring your Mommy home"

"But I want to hear Mommy's story"

Arga rubbed his face violently, it was so difficult to face the children. I don't know how he persuaded Ghazi tonight.

He should have let Pandu take Ghazi home, and tomorrow he would come to Arina's house.

It's getting dark, but Ghazi hasn't slept. Time and time again Bu Ras persuaded Ghazi and started telling stories. But the boy continued to refuse even let out his mainstay cry.

"Zi, the world is dark now. Zi better sleep because otherwise the waiters of this Villa will come" said Arga scared Ghazi.

"What waitress is Om ? is that scary ?"

"Of course, son, has Zi ever watched a horror movie ?"

Chief Ghazi nodded slowly, he began to bring his body closer to Arga. Maybe I was scared.

"That's what this Villa's waiter looks like"

"Are they dressed all in white ?"

"Yes son, so Zi slept before they all came"

Without asking any more Ghazi immediately laid down his body and pulled the blanket to cover his entire body, he started goosebumps hearing Arga's story just now.

"Stop talking Om ! the story is very scary" Ghazi said.

Ms. Ras glared her eyes at Arga, what kind of story did the man explain. Arga can tell horror to a child as small as Ghazi.

"Is he asleep, Mom ?" arga asked as Bu Ras stroked Ghazi's head.

"Yes, next time don't tell me about it again, what if she's traumatized"

"I don't know what to tell you, Mom, that's my choice"

Arga grinned, he just felt creepy hearing the story he brought himself. After all, Ghazi himself asked for a bedtime story, so what appeared in Arga's brain was immediately spoken of.

Arga stood up from his seat, then left Bu Ras who was still caressing Ghazi's head, hoping that the boy would really fall asleep and wake up tomorrow morning.

He went to the living room and sat on the sofa, so Arga was tired of facing a child as small as Ghazi. This is the reason why Arga has not liked children.

For him the little boy was very troublesome, and Arga had already proven himself.

"Sleep is just sleeping, why should use all story events" grumbled Arga

"I had to punish her Mommy, for giving her unreasonable habits"

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Elsewhere, after Pandu called earlier somehow Arina felt bad. His mind drifted far away thinking of his only puppet son.

The drowsiness that had been whack now disappeared somewhere, he changed his position back to sit, his hand outstretched to pick up the phone lying on the nightstand table. Pressing calls with Flower numbers.

The number you are going to is either inactive or out of range.

That's what Arina heard on the call she made.

"Maybe the Flower is asleep" murmured Arina. And I don't know since when Arina's tears just dripped. But he quickly wiped away his tears and brushed off all the negative thoughts that kept attacking him.

"Rin recalls, tomorrow morning you've met Zi again, she's safe with Flowers tonight" Arina muttered.

Because she could not sleep, Arina finally went out of the room and went to Ghazi's room, maybe she could sleep there.

Arina walked slowly to the minimalist bed in the room, she stroked the soft blanket that used to wear Ghazi, the scent of Ghazi's body still attached to the blanket made her longing even greater.

"Zi, Mom's kangen"

"Can you sleep without Mom's fairy tale reading ?"

He continued muttering, laying down his body on Ghazi's bed, pulling the blanket and covering him with the blanket.

"Quick turn of time, I miss my son so much"

Until slowly Arina's eyes began to close, but a few hours later she woke up again and the day had changed in the morning. Sunlight began to enter the window.