Give Me a Chance

A beautiful chandelier hanging in the center of the room made it feel spacious. His fluorescent light is the star's rival out there. It's so expensive and luxurious, with a dangling crystal.

The Ballroom hotel room is also likely. In the glass, some pieces of cake adorned the small plates held as well as possible. The busy feet with pockets explored every corner. Enjoy the hot middle.

Luxury at the party made a woman a little groggy. In his left hand, she held a tiny hand. His son is being particularly obnoxious tonight, forcing his mother to clean up.

"Sky, Mama groggy, that's what the man?"

Sandra mumbled to a child on the side of his left. His hand grip has been sweating since then.

"The mama is always a habit, and who knows the work of the mama is confused," Sky protests.

Sandra can only sigh with heavy breathing. Mrs. Pamungkas did not mention the name of the man she wanted to meet. Just mention his character. One more stupidity that Sandra has. It was like he was going back to Toronto and starting from the bench of the lecture.

"Mama can call the boss of Mama and ask? I just like to be dizzy. "

Hearing his son's advice, Sandra slaps her forehead. Does he not have a mobile number of people he will meet? Why not just call it that?

"You're correct, Duh, the more love the mama's son has." Sandra pinches the Sky cheek, which is immediately held in the rough of the pummer. Make him defend himself slowly.

"Mama wants to call the first yes." His forehead was sweaty when reading a row of numbers that seemed like neat strangers in his brain. His breath hunted by raising the heart to make up his mind.

"Hello ...."

A very familiar voice and she missed it. Sandra's ear was thirsty for his presence, and he stroked it softly.

"Just voice. There are so many accents and dialects on this earth. Not necessarily," said Sandra in his heart.

"Hello, who's there? I'm busy and do not waste time. If nothing is important—"

The weight of stale content when they are both stars. same as his hand falling to the side of his body while holding the phone. The same pair of eyes stare. The release of the face never changed.

"Sandra?" said Bara.

"Oh Hai, So the client is Mrs. Pamungkas. You yes, Mr. Bara. " Sandra said awkwardly to the figure in front of him.

Coal is, too. His head shook his head at what was presented in the eyes of his eyes. His views are also constantly interrupted by the presence of a boy with a tuxedo and a butterfly tied around his neck. Their eyes are. The same can be blasphemed in the same retinal eye.

"Kid?"

The Bara appointed a small boy, who was also silently noticed. No stranger was feeling in the heart of Sky, staring at the coal.

"Uh, sorry, I'm working to bring the child. He's nothing to take care of."

Sandra, again, is wrong with the situation that occurs. Let him be considered unprofessional and fired at this time too.

"Wow, Mr. Bara is present. Do not you go to Sir?"

Someone patted the musters of the Bara. The laughter is melting the tension that has occurred.

"Wah, you bring the wife and children, not known to us-we."

Both coals and Sandra can only be silent. Even Sky, with the ability of a boy, can only shrink the shoulder. The sign does not want to interfere with adults.

*** 

"Can you explain Sandra?"

Currently, the three of them are seated around the same dining table. The Bara decided to speak to him three times in the apartments and hired Sandra.

Sandra loudly refused to be taken to his villa. Inevitably, the Bara followed his desire.

The bandage shifts from Sky and Sandra. Although we already know Sandra is pregnant and has a child, this taste is different. The sky has a similarity to him of almost 80 percent. The same eyeballs, the color of the black dominant hair, sharp staples, the stripping nose, and the lips are a bit thick. It's a mini version of Bara.

"Well, you can see for yourself." Seven years ago, your seeds managed to create him. Sky he, a half man, formed you."

Bara and Sky are both clinging to their foreheads. What kind of explanation is Sandra giving?

"So true that my son? Why do not you tell you?" 

The Bara, as much as possible, holds his anger. Not at Sandra, but him. How stupid he was to doubt Sky.

"Yes, that's the time we have been divorced, so yes, my son is not your son."

Bara, the heart slipped. With pain, Sandra answered what his mistake was in the past.

"What's your name, Dear?"

The Bara spoke softly to the youngster in front of him. So he sinned. He did not recognize his own heart.

"Sky," he replied shortly.

"Sky, please forgive Papa for his past errors; are you willing to live with Papa?"

Sky gave the rare a difficult, tortured look. The child's mind should be so plain. But different from Sky himself, he saves a lot of puzzles that are hard to solve.

"Do not force him to be, however, you're just a stranger to him." Sandra is so emotional.

The Bara himself tasted the vibration in every word that came out of his lips.

"I'm sorry. Please give me a chance to redeem everything. "

The economy is too unconscious to dump its tears. The sense of regret is palpable. resistant and difficult once out. He didn't respond to his guilt.

"Ma, have I just slept? I think my eyes are so heavy," Sky said to Sandra, who was still chewing.

It even took a lot of hesitation to realize the words of his son.

"Ah, dear, do you want mama to come to you first?"

The Sky shook, making them dizzy, accompanied by living in an overseas culture, making him not like to sleep at the time of sleep. Unlike many typical children, who like to be accompanied until they are flagged off.

"All right, good night, Sky. Sweet dreams."

Sandra stroked the head of her son. Briefly hitting land at the end of Sky's forehead

"I'm a great Ma. The moment is still being kissed like that. " Sky pushed his mother's face slowly.

Make Sandra defective. His son always feels grown. Unlike Sandra, who always considers him the baby's father, Sky dropped from his chair and ran a little way to his room. He left two adults who were still tightening their neck muscles.

"Sweet scenery, and ... I lost that time for a long time." Bara's thoughts become more in-depth. Rowing resigns and regrets his bad behavior.

"No need to regret; you've done the right thing you think in the past. No need to remember it again. " It can be seen in the smile on the engineer's face. Make a small heart a little bigger.

I'm going to wake up early tomorrow to work. Will you do the same thing? So ... Can you go home?" The parades raised their head. Having trouble with Sandra's formal words, he found it felt weird in his ears.

"No. I will stay here. Do not protest. "

Not yet prevented, the Bara first stood up and walked back to the main room. Sandra released her tiredness.

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