|Aila|
“Do you want that?”
His voice sent shivers in my ears.
“No” I walked away so I can keep his warmth away from me. His simple gestures can already ruin the walls that I built.
“I can buy it for you if you want,” he said determinedly. I can feel that he’s trying so hard so he could put up a pleasant conversation between us. But because I am also persistent to keep a distance from him, the last thing he did is to take Steven with his side so he can secretly make our son the bridge so we can talk.
“Is this what you want, Mom?” steven asked me as he grabbed the bag that Sandro took from the display. Uhu, so he’s picking his bet among those bags and giving it to our son so he can show it to me. Good move.
“Nope, not my style.”
“Aww. Daddy, this is not her style. Ca
