2 A WOUNDED HEART
Season 2 - 4. Distrusting

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"Where is Dira?" ask Cakra at dinner and find no presence of his eldest daughter.

"Sister nginep at home dad, because the father is sick again," replied Eya.

"ill? What pain, son?" tanya Ajeng was worried.

"The horrors are feverish, Ma.." replied Eya in between the chews.

"Do we need to look at Radi's situation, Mas?" She looked at her husband.

"We will try to contact Dira later to ascertain how the current condition of Radi, only after that we decide to go see it or not" suggested Cakra.

"All right, Mum." Ajeng nodded and continued eating.

"Hand you why, Ar?" As the atmosphere at the dining table grew silent, Eya asked Arsha. He was curious when he saw his youngest brother's scuffed knuckles.

Getting such a question, Arsha immediately hid her right hand. All eyes are now on his hand. "It's okay, really. It's just a small wound" he replied.

Ajeng's eyes instantly unsheathed the son's old brown bead. He was investigating suspiciously. "You're not fighting anymore, are you, Dek?" guess it.

"No, Ma..."

"lik! Earlier this morning Arsha attacked the High School boy until he was battered, and he also skipped the first lesson." Arsyi opens the sound. He does not want to let go of his sister just like that, Arsha must be given a valuable lesson so as not to always play hands on people he does not like.

"Well, Arshaka?" Now Cakra asked, the voice of the father of four children sounded firm.

If the father had spoken, Arsha could not dwell. "I-yes, Pa.." - great-granddaughter.

Cakra breathed a tired sigh. "After this meet papa in the study!" her word.

"D-yes." Arsha nodded obediently. While his eyes glared annoyed at Arsyi who was grinning with satisfaction.

"Review lo!" hisses.

Arsyi put his tongue out, he was not at all afraid of the threat of his twin brother.

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"Hey, what are those smiles, a sambet?" A girl patted the slow shoulder of Lingga who was relaxing in the garden behind her house. The sharp-eyed handsome guy was aghast in shock when the girl came and surprised him all of a sudden.

"What the hell, Brother? Just be surprised!" lingga protest upset. He glanced at his brother who was now laughing with satisfaction.

"Lagian lo anyway, sitting alone in the park these nights, wear daydreaming all over again. What about the tambet?" The girl sat next to her sister.

"I'm strong, so it won't be too late."

"Lo style!" The girl named Kei was thieving. Shortly after, his eyes accidentally caught a photo on the screen of Lingga's phone that was still on.

"Eh? Who the hell?" Suddenly he snatched the phone from the hand of Lingga and noticed a candid portrait of a beautiful girl inside.

"Sister, what the hell? Turn my hp!" lingga protest while reclaiming his phone from the hands of his brother.

Kei looked at jahil. "Who is the girl? Lo's girlfriend, huh?" guess it.

"No.." sahut Lingga fast.

"Hm... must be a bustle?" guess Kei again.

"Lo, big brother!" The phallus immediately put his phone in his pants pocket.

"Yes, I'm kepo. All this time you never deket same girl, so I was curious. Tell me about this beautiful sister!" persuade Kei.

The phallus was silent and thinking. Sometimes he feels claustrophobic about the feeling itself, he wants to share, but does not know who will tell the story. And now, the brother offers himself. Should he just confide? How to know her brother can give advice or useful input for this love problem.

"Gue has a crush on him, brother. It's been a long time..." Finally Lingga revealed the feeling that he had been harboring alone.

"Lo ever tell you how you feel about him?" ask Kei. The originally ignorant face, now turned serious. He wanted to listen carefully to the heart of his stepbrother. Although they do not have a blood relationship, they both love each other as brothers.

Linga shook her head to get that question from her brother. "I dare not, brother. In addition, she also has a boyfriend. Yeah, even though they broke up, that was."

"But I think he's traumatized, brother. He broke up because his girlfriend cheated on him. I think he will be difficult to believe again the same guy," said Lingga analyze.

"Yes, if that's the case, you have to try hard to restore his trust again, that not all men in this world are evil like his ex. I support you, Dek."

The phallus pensive for a moment. "Hm, okay, brother. I will try to get closer to him. I hope he doesn't feel the same as me."

"Not gone yet, but you're back, lo. Optimistic dong! Lo it's handsome, kind and smart again. Which girl will refuse."

Lingga chuckled at the compliment of his brother. "You can, brother."

"Oh yeah, by the way whose name is that girl?" ask Kei. They told him about it, but he did not know what the name of the girl his sister was expecting.

"Nadira Daneen Nugraha. That is, the precious daughter of the king belonged to Nugraha. Her name is so beautiful, just like the person." Now Linga is imagining how Nadira is in her memory. Her skin is white, her hair is long, her nose is pointed, her lips are tiny and naturally pink and her eyelashes are thick and pliable. For the latter feature, the Linga only found out earlier this afternoon, when it accidentally collided in the school hallway and their eyes met for the first time intensely. Unconsciously she smiled.

"Haha... true kesambet this child." Kei laughed at seeing Lingga who was smiling herself was somehow imagining what.

"Dad! The dust is, now go inside, the air starts to cool, you catch a cold." Kei warned Lingga.

"Yes, just a moment. Go ahead, brother." Linga still wants to breathe the night air while imagining about Dira.

"Meet. You've been here, mama cariin, tuh!" A teenage boy comes hoarding between Kei and Lingga. He is Aulian Ghayda Alfarendra, the youngest son in the family.

"What's my mom looking for us?" asked Kei who immediately got up from his seat.

"Yes, nothing, anyway. Mama just finished making cupcakes, so ask us all to try."

"Oh, that. I'm going in first, deh." Kei darted in leaving his two younger brothers.

"Look yuk, Bang. Why are you here by yourself? Ngari.ntar meet the subtle creatures again. Iiii..." Lian shuddered.

Linga chuckles. "Ok, we're in." He grabbed his sister's shoulder and they went into the house.

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"So...?" ask Cakra.

Two men of different ages were sitting opposite each other at the desk. Now is the time for Cakra to interrogate his only son who is the most nosy and naughty.

"Yes, exactly as the daughter of the madam papa said," replied Arsha who was still upset with Arsyi.

"Arsha!" chakra Sweat.

"Sorry..." Again he fell.

"Explain to papa, why did you beat up that high school boy!" tunt Cakra's.

"Now gini deh, try to ask me, who is the high school boy I kicked," he asked.

Cakra stroking chest patiently. His son was really testing his patience. "Ok, who's that high school kid you beat up?" Inevitably, he complied with the request of the child.

"His ex-girlfriend, Kak Dira," he said quickly.

"What?" Shock chakras. "So you beat up that Alvin-Alvin? How then? Is he battered?" ask the man enthusiastically.

Arsha scratched her nape that was itching. "Yes. bonyok, Pa. Wong he was cemen, did not dare to reply anyway. Hahaha..." The man chuckled at the end of his sentence.

"Good, Son. Papa is proud of you." Cakra got up and patted proudly on his son's shoulders. "Papa was also upset with him, how dare he to play with papa's beautiful and kind daughter. A man who cannot be grateful like that deserves to be taught a lesson" he added with stifled emotions.

"Yes, Pa. The Alvin was ugly, the shape was like a welcome doormat, the pretentiousness of my most beautiful sister. I don't take it, papa does, right?" Arsha provoked her father.

"You're right, son. Lucky only you beat him, if papa intervenes, he could be immediately deceased," said Cakra fiery.

"It's also surprising that this papa is angry again," Arsha's mind was horrified.

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