Troublemaker Boy

Chapter 6: 5

"Where's that little kid, by the way?" Sherly asked when Farrell had finished changing his jacket with

the new coat that Sherly had given him.

"His mother picked him up." replied Farrell.

"Why did you just let them get away with it?" Sherly glared at Farrel. "You should be angry with the two

of them first. Especially the mother, educating children is not good."

Farrel's gaze which was initially focused on his tablet, now turned to Sherly's face. The man turned off

the tablet, and glared at the woman in front of him.

"Educating a child is not easy. It is not the parents who are incompetent, it may be that the child is

difficult to manage." Farrel glared at Sherly with his hawk eyes. "Your parents also can't be said to be

good, just look at your attitude. It is inversely proportional to age." quipped Farrell.

It feels like there is lightning striking Sherly's body. Somehow, it hurts to hear his idol say so spicy.

Besides, what matter if he was like this?

"Why are you defending them, anyway .." Sherly lowered her head, her eyes began to be covered with

a clear liquid that had started to accumulate in her eyelids.

Farrel utterly cursed his stupidity. He forgot who he was talking to right now, in front of him this was

Sherly Williams, a twenty-two year old girl who has two traits and one of them is the nature of a two

year old child.

"I didn't mean to scold you." said Farrel in a gentle tone, who in front of him is a mature woman with a

whiny little girl soul. "Try to be in Dave's place, and your mother is stricken by someone who is

incompetent at caring for children. What do you feel?"

"Of course annoyed!" Sherly said in a sulking tone.

"Now, if you know the taste, stop judging other people's business." said Farrell later. "We are not

perfect ourselves, don't try to comment on the weaknesses of others when we ourselves still have

weaknesses."

"Is that so?" Sherly asked with regretful eyes.

"Of course." Farrel nodded his head.

"You know what? Today I was very happy." Sherly smiled sweetly.

"Really? Why?"

"Today, you talk to me very much. Unusually, you tend to be quiet, shake your head or nod." Sherly

laughed softly. "Do I have to make mistakes every day so you can keep talking to me this much?"

Hearing that, Farrell became aware of one thing. It turned out that he had rarely spoken. In fact, Sherly,

whose status is clear, is her future wife. The man smiled slightly at Sherly, without replying to her Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

words.

***

"Mother," called Dave doubtfully.

"Yes?" Ree said briefly, he was focused on driving so that he didn't turn his head when his son called.

"Why, Daddy not being nice like that person?" asked the boy in surprise.

"What do you mean, Dave?" asked Ree confused.

"The person I met earlier ..." Dave paused, "he's very nice."

Ree closed his eyes, then he sighed. "Dave, don't be quick to judge things just because you only know

half the story."

"But, he's very kind. He didn't even get angry when I accidentally spilled coffee into his jacket, he

defended me in front of Mother,"

"So, that was really you doing Troublemaker boy?"

Dave patted himself on the forehead. It is good that the man had saved her from her mother's wrath,

now she must suffer because of her own actions.

"I-I didn't mean to, Mom ..." squeaked Dave.

"Alexander Davidson Charles, what do you say about if you get into trouble again in the second day in

a row?" Ree asked in a flat tone, but it sounded like the harmony of death to Dave's ears.

"Mother, I'm sorry, I promise I will not cause trouble again! This is the last one, Mother I promise!" Dave

begged his mother, although he was not sure it would happen

"You are a Troublemaker boy." Ree's comment was brief, without responding to his son's request.

"Why, do you always call me like that?" Dave pursed his lips in annoyance.

Ree smiled faintly, while shrugging his shoulders. "Even now I don't know why those words keep

turning in your head, when I see you."

***

"Yes, Sam. I've been in London."

Farrel was standing on the hotel balcony, which immediately provided him with a view of the whole city

of London from an altitude of 10,000 feet. His left hand is holding a cup of coffee, and his right hand is

holding the cellphone that he puts on his right ear.

"I told you, wait for me!" heard over there Ocean grumbled at him. "You won't get anything if you go

with that brat girl!"

Farrel chuckled softly. "I won't let you leave the little bitch who was just born."

"Valerie has allowed me, you can't wait!" grunted Ocean again. "Only I can help you!"

"Why are you so sure?" Farrel raised an eyebrow even though Samudra was unable to see his heart.

"I'm just curious, with dreams that always bother me."

"Therefore, you should be waiting for me!"

"No need, Sam." said Farrell dryly. "I just want to know who that girl is, how important she is in my life

until in my dream, she cried when I was declared dead."

"I can help you, me, me, me!" Ocean was really pissed off, Farrel was very stubborn.

"I told you, there's no need." Farrel said firmly. "I'm sure I can find the Woman here."

Ocean chuckled, "why are you so sure? What will you do when you find him?"

"My feeling is very strong, I think he's been around me ever since I set foot in this country." Farrel's

eyes sort out the city before him. "If I meet him, I will ask who he used to be in my life. I will also tell my

dreams about him."

"Then?"

"Then I will tell him that now I have someone."

"Don't tell me that someone, is spoiled Sherly Williams?" guess the Ocean in a lazy tone.

"Of course he is," Farrel chuckled.

"It's up to you," said Samudra. "Look for the woman, down to the underground."

"You mean?"

"Yes, if the woman in your dream is not on the ground, look under her. You will find her."

To be continued