Troublemaker Boy

Chapter 4: 3

London, England

Farrel was sitting casually in a cafeteria located in the middle of the city center. While waiting for Sherly

who is cool shopping. He is very lazy when he has to accompany a woman shopping, it is long and

tiring.

Women, can go around a city just looking for an object, the same thing but looking for the cheapest

price. And, ultimately, they'll go back to the first place and buy the first thing they see.

The man sat casually sipping hot coffee, and his sharp eyes did not escape the tablet in his hand. Even

though he is on vacation, work is still the main thing. He cannot completely let go of the work that is in

charge of someone else, that is his responsibility as the leader of the company.

Focusing on his tablet, Farrel did not notice a boy running toward him. The little boy did not have time

to brake because of his very fast running, which made the coffee in Farrel's grip move to his body.

What Farrell felt right now, hot.

"Oh, no!" Exclaimed the boy as he looked at Farrel in fear. "Uncle, forgive me! I'm sorry, Uncle, forgive

me! Don't tell my mommy, please!"

The little boy was utterly terrified by Farrell's flat expression. Farrel's gaze killed him, his body trembled

as he realized he had made a terrible mistake. Not to mention, after this his mother would definitely

scold him badly.

Farrel looked at the boy who was about five years old in front of him. For a moment Farrel was silent,

while continuing to stare at the little boy's face. Whereas the one who was staring at, was even more

nervous because Farrel's sharp eyes seemed to be cutting his skin.

"Where is your mom?"

Farrell's question, made the boy gasp. Her face was still flat like before, her expression didn't change

either, but her voice was so soft.

"Over there," he pointed to a clothing store.

"What is your name?" asked Farrell again.

"M-me, n-my name, Dave." he answered haltingly.

Farrel nodded his head. When she wanted to offer to take Dave to his mother, Sherly had already

arrived with twenty paper bags with the famous brand logo on her hand. The woman initially smiled

sweetly at Farrell, until the stain on Farrell's jacket made her smile fade.

"What do you take a coffee bath for?"

Farrel sighed. "I don't take a coffee bath."

"Then? You made your jacket drink coffee?"

"Not really."

"Tell me, what really happened?" Sherly began to move to clean the coffee stain using a tissue.

Farrel was silent, while pointing at Dave who was still there, using his chin. Sherly turned around, and

she frowned at the strange look at the little boy.

"Hey, you!" Call Sherly. "You did this?"

Dave took a sip of saliva. Why are adults so scary? It wasn't enough that Mama would scold him after

this, now it looks like this mismatched couple is also trying to scold him.

"Never mind, he didn't mean to." said Farrel stopping Sherly who was just about to attack the little boy,

again.

Actually, if Sherly wants to get a kid like Dave to fight, it's not unusual. Remembering his own behavior

that was almost the same as a child Dave's age. Little Sherly's soul never wanted to leave her body,

that woman would only become an adult woman in front of others, but not in front of Farrel and his

family.

"If only he didn't forbid me, I will definitely bite you!" Sherly roared like a cat whose food was grabbed,

coupled with her showing a row of white teeth.

"Geez, why are you so scary?" Dave muttered quietly.

"Wait a minute, I want to walk to the shop over there," Sherly pointed to a large shop that in the glass

featured several mannequins in winter coats. "I want to buy a new coat, for you."

Without waiting for Farrell's response or reply, Sherly walked back to the coat shop which was right in

front of them.

"Dave," called Farrell. "come here."

Although a little hesitant and afraid, Dave finally got the courage to sit next to Farrell. The little boy

stared uncomfortably at Farrell's black coat, which was stained with coffee stains from him.

"After that woman returns, I'll take you to your mother." said Farrel in his soft voice.

"Is that woman, your wife?" asked Dave with great curiosity. I don't know, what influenced him, he was

very curious even though he didn't know the two people.

"You're too young to understand that," Farrel chuckled. "You're smart, aren't you? How old are you?"

"Mother said I am five years old." he replied, looking at Farrell's handsome face.

"Is it true?" Farrel raised an eyebrow. "You're not like a five year old boy. You look older than that, you

look like a seven or eight year old kid."

"Mother set He teaches me every day, and he says I have to be a smart kid. "Dave glanced at where

he had been running from his mother, then turned to gaze at Farrell again." Why are you telling me to

sit here? Why don't you scold me? Why are you nice to me? Are you a kidnapper? "

Farrell smiled a little, very little. "You remind me of someone."

"Is it true?" asked Dave enthusiastically. "Who?"

"I." replied Farrell. "You look like me, when I was little."

"I don't understand ..." Dave scratched his nape.

"Forget it," Farrel waved his hand. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Dave lowered his head, the boy looked back again, and suddenly his heart beat rapidly. Jeez, it's over

there. Her mother is turning right and left with a worried look. Dave believes his mom is looking for him.

And, that worried look would turn into a ferocious gaze when his mother found out that Dave was again

causing trouble.

"Aih, he saw me!" Dave muttered nervously.

This time, his mother definitely won't forgive him!

"Dave!" called his mother who was now in front of him. "Where have you been? Don't you know that I'm

worried?"

"Hey, miss?"

Ree immediately turned his head, and found a man looking awkwardly at him. Ree raised an eyebrow,

then his gaze fixed on the coffee stain on the man's coat.

Dave was sitting with the man, and there was a spill of coffee on his coat. Ree can already conclude,

that this is indeed the doing of his son.

"Sorry," Ree said awkwardly to Farrell. "This must be my son, right?"

"Absolutely not," Farrell smiled faintly at the woman in front of him.

"Really? Huh, thank goodness." Ree breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Dave. "Let us go home."

"Wait a minute, miss!" intercept Farrell. "Can we get acquainted?"

Ree smiled awkwardly, then accepted Farrell's invitation to shake hands. "Ree Alison."

"Farrell," said the man without averting his gaze which looked straight into Ree's eyes. "Farrel

Manggala Wdyatmaja."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Wdyatmaja." Ree smiled sweetly.

"Me too."

To be continued