[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

Yes, I admit that I have ulterior motives in wanting to help her. Yes, I admit I wanted to find out how far this could go. Yes, I fantasize having a go with her but then again, which man in his right frame of mind wouldn't? But I was very sure I never saw her as a one night stand or another notch on the bedpost.

"Well, no!" I raised my voice. I just felt wronged and had to defend myself. "You have seen my postings in the Group Chat; I share what I know and I don't pretend to be what I am not. I share with everybody there, irregardless of their gender or profile pic. I can't help it that you are young and good-looking."

Shit... Shit... Shit... I was never good at controlling my temper. I just blurt things out when I get angry. Why did I have to say that she was young and good-looking? Now, for sure she will think that I am nice to her just because of that!

"You mean to say you find me attractive?" she asked with a tone of disbelief in her voice.

"Yes," I said, "if you really want to hear the truth." I wanted to say more but I was interrupted by her.

"Haha! You are funny lor! How would a woman who already gave birth to children be considered as young and good-looking?"

"To each his own, I guess?" I threw my arms up in surrender, "whoever cannot see you as attractive is either blind or a bloody fool. That's all I can say." I said, throwing caution to the wind. She can hate me or block me for all I care.

"Then my husband must be both." she said as she started sobbing.

"He's a complete idiot." I said. "You know, it's not easy maintaining a figure like yours after child-birth. You must have put in a lot of effort and if I were your husband, I'd appreciate that."

"You really think so?" she asked.

"Yes, Maggi. Yes. If I had a wife like you, I'd be the luckiest man alive!" I said.

"Then why does he not touch me after I have given birth? Is it because he thinks I am too loose for him now? He wants a younger and tighter pussy? Is that it?" I didn't expect that outburst but seeing things as they are, I will just push my luck as far as I can.

"Like I said, he's a complete idiot. There's no cute for that, you know?" I said, emphasizing the last two words like some primary school kids do, drawing a chuckle from her.

"You know, I would hug you but......" I said softly.

"But what?"

"But I don't want you to start accusing me of being some 'dirty old uncle' trying to take advantage of you" I replied, careful that she might snap at me again.

"No you aren't," she said, "you are different from the rest."

Afraid that I might not get a second chance, I went forward to hug her; the kind of warm, assuring hug you give to your young ones to tell them that it's going to be ok.

"Go take a rest," I said, "let me tend to the porridge. Go get some rest." I offered.

Before she could protest, I led her into her bedroom, drew the curtains and switched on the air conditioner. Then I walked toward the only door that I came in from.

"I'm locking the door behind me so there's no way I can come in after this." I assured her, "please check after I closed the door. I'm going back to the kitchen to make sure that this batch of porridge doesn't get burnt. Again. By the forgetful mother."

She wanted to say something but I raised my hand to stop her from talking. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Don't argue with me, young lady. You are grounded in your room until you had some rest. And Ah Boy here needs his mummy to around him." I pointed to the adjacent cot.

"After the porridge is cooked, I will turn off the stove and leave. Now go to sleep!" I commanded as I left the room, locking the door behind me.

As I made my way to the kitchen, I heard the master bedroom door unlock.

"You can cook?" she peered out of the room and asked, wide-eyed.

"Yes! Of course I can cook. Or else who will cook for my son after my wife passed away? The microwave? Jarvis?" I shook my head in mock disbelief.

"Now go to sleep young lady, please." Not wanting to let this batch of porridge burn, I walked hurriedly to the kitchen.