Wirata held Summer in her arms. She walked back and forth in the living room. It's past midnight and the madman hadn't returned yet.
"Arf!"
Summer made a noise. The puppy seemed to instinctively know that his mother was worried about his father.
"Do you want to go to bed? Your father hasn't come back yet. I hope he comes back in full body. As you know he's crazy and likes to get beaten. His last life he must have been a carpet!"
She muttered.
"Arf!" Summer cried to protest that mommy shouldn't say about his father like that.
"It's true. He's stubborn. Summer's father is bad. When will he behave like other normal people, I don't know. "
Wirata sighed. Then turned around as the penthouse door was pushed open. The tall figure walked in. His face was dirty with black sooty patches on. The smell of smoke spread all over. Ben and James followed. Wirata rushed to him. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms immediately.
Can you smell love?
...He He He...
If there are any typing mistakes or grammar errors, I will come back to correct it later. I hope you guys enjoy the story. Kisses.