Seeing the string of words in a grammatically complete sentence, Japheth Ramos was finally satisfied. He lowered the newspaper to look at this son, and asked meaningfully, "Don’t you want Momma to be my wife?"

"But I know her first!" Nicki wrote on the tablet.

Japheth Ramos raised his eyebrow. "I regret to tell you that you know her because of me, if I didn’t pick her, then she wont have told us her name and address”

Nicki buried herself in composing a song lyric talking about a jealous person.

Seeing that jealous lyrics write up, a light smile appeared on Japheth Ramos’s face. "But I’m speaking the truth, aren’t...