2 A WOUNDED HEART
Season 2 - 9. Amendment

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Motor sport driven Lingga finally arrived in front of the residence Adibrata. The luxurious residence that Cakra bought when his children began to enter school.

Dira quickly went down the bike, he opened the helmet and returned it to the Linga. "Thank you, Ngga, already want to do me," he said.

"Yes, equally. I'm glad I could help you."

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Dira back pounding, why Lingga likes to say things that make him carried away feelings. Especially if you remember the moment during the trip, full of drama and very embarrassing for Dira. Just imagine, when the motor braked suddenly because there was a person who passed suddenly, accidentally, Dira immediately wrapped his hand in the stomach of Lingga. Dira had no intention whatsoever, it was just a reflex move because he was afraid of falling.

"Dira, why daydream?" Lingga jerked Dira who was dumbfounded to imagine the moment a moment ago.

"Ah, sorry. M-want to stop by first, won't you?" tawar Dira is nervous.

"Hmm, next time, Ra. I have to go home soon, "push Linga. He has not come that far to prepare to meet the Dira family.

"Yes, be careful on the road, yeah." That's all you can say as a farewell.

"Yes, I'll see you tomorrow at school." Lingga reassembled the glass of his helmet and immediately went fast.

Dira can only breathe a sigh of relief once Lingga has gone far with his motor. Adjacent to the phallus was not very good for his heart. That guy has a thousand sweet words that can make him misunderstand. Feeling that today is very tiring, Dira immediately stepped into the house.

"I'm home" he said.

"Welcome, Son." Ajeng who was sitting relaxed while watching television, welcomed the arrival of his daughter.

"Where is it, Ma?" tanya Dira because she did not see the appearance of her sister, even though currently her favorite show is being played on television.

Hearing the name of the second child called, Ajeng sighed in annoyance. "Your sister was taking a break, from school she kept going back and forth the bathroom. It seems heartburn because most eat spicy. Try deh you advise your sister, her digestive organs can be disturbed if you continue to eat spicy food while eating vegetables only do not like," Ajeng said.

Dira himself was also tired of facing the behavior of his sister that one. "alright. I'll talk to Eya. Then I'll go to the room first, Ma."

"Wait a minute, son!" Ajeng stopped Dira who was going to climb the stairs.

"Why, Ma?" Dira.

"Who did you get home with? If I don't see it wrong, he's a guy, right?" ask Ajeng. He was peeking when the motor sport stopped in their yard.

"Friends, Ma. Coincidentally, no taxi passed, so he made an anterin. I refuse, that's just it..." Dira did not continue his speech, because he was confused what to say, the story was too long and embarrassing.

"Friends? Not your girlfriend, is she?" Ajeng.

Dira shakes. "No, Ma. I broke up with him and that guy was Om Satria's son, you know."

"Satria's boy?" muttered Ajeng.

"Yes, Ma. I'll go upstairs first, yeah. Tired, take a break."

"Yes, son." After the departure of Dira, Ajeng pensive for a moment. "Satria's boy? Is Saka?" thought.

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Back to the two teenagers who were in the mall. Currently, Kila and Syila were done with their activities in the salon. Syila continued to look at Kila who looked very beautiful with her new hairdo. Kila's long hair was left straight and underneath made a little wavy.

"Don't look at me, Syil. I'm ashamed!" kila protested while covering her face so that Syila would no longer look at her.

"Haha..." Syila laughs. "From now on, to school, like this, yeah. Your hair don't get braided anymore, let him breathe freely like this" he said.

"But I don't care, Shil.." replied Kila.

Syila patted the jidat. "What's wrong, Ki? You are beautiful if you think you are beautiful, very beautiful even. Surely the girls who like to ngehina you become stunned. They won't dare to talk to you anymore."

"But, Ki?" Kila still did not dare to look like this at school. He doesn't like being the center of attention.

"Here you go, Ki. Don't argue too much! Now let's pick up your contact lens."

Syila pulled Kila's hand to follow her. The day had started late in the afternoon and they had to quickly go home before being scolded.

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"Syil, I don't dare..." Kila continued to whine at Syila because she did not dare to put contact lenses into her eyes.

"Geez, Ki. Relax and enter it. Your eyes are open wider and do not blink before the lens is attached to the eye" Syila explained. Actually, he pretended to teach, even though he himself never wore contact lenses, and was also horrified to see it enter the eye. However, he could not seem afraid, later Kila undo his intentions and ended up wearing glasses again.

The store employee could only smile at the interaction of the two teenagers visiting his shop.

"Would you help?" bargain the employee.

"No need, Ma'am. I can do it myself, I can." Kila was more horrified that the person who would pair it.

With courage, Kila also put the contact lens in her eyes. Still look nervous and failed several times, but after the umpteenth trial finally succeeded as well, the new right. Then proceed with the left eye lens.

"Syil, it feels weird." said Kila. He felt something in his eyes.

"Later will also get used to it" said the store employee.

After paying, Syila and Kila decided to go home.

"Syil, I'll change your money later, yes. I don't have that kind of money at the moment."

Syila scowled not liking to hear Kila's words. "What the hell, Ki. Just relax, I treat, really. So I'm asking you to be consistent, yeah."

"Eh, before we get in the car, we take a selfie, yuk!"

"D-yes."

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Syila got home quite late in the afternoon, even Cakra first arrived than the youngest daughter.

"Jillie!" pekik Ajeng as his daughter emerged from the entrance with a new appearance.

"Mom why are you yelling?" tanyanya.

Ajeng immediately ran a small approach to Syila. He looked at the teenage girl with annoyance. "Why is your hair cut short? It was a good long day yesterday!" protest the mother of four.

"Bored, Mom. Sultry too," he pleases. At first he did not want to cut short as now, but because he wanted to look different, as a result he cut a boat.

"Yes, my mom doesn't like it." Ajeng. He was very upset, but his daughter looked very beautiful with her long hair.

"What's the matter of fuss?" Cakra came out of the room after hearing the voices of his wife and son arguing. It just so happened that his room and his wife were downstairs and close to the living room.

"Mas, look at this kid!" Ajeng shows Syila's new appearance after a haircut.

Smiling chakra. "Beautiful, look fresher!" his praise.

"Mas!" Ajeng glared at her husband's praise.

"Thank you my handsome father..." Syila approached her father and hugged him. "Mama is not fun." The girl looked at Ajeng and smiled wryly.

"Huh.. y'all are the same!" He nodded and went straight to the kitchen.

"Haha.. his love papa ngambek tuh," said Syila.

"Ordinary, now you clean yourself up and take a short break before dinner."

"Ok, Pa."

Syila climbed the stairs to the top floor. Before entering his room, he first stopped in Arsha's room. He knocked the door a few times. There is no lawfulness.

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Syila immediately opened the door that happened to be unlocked. Arsha is sitting in front of the monitor screen while playing games. Both of his ears were stuffed using headphones, deservedly he did not hear the sound of the door being knocked. The idea of ignorance arises in his opinion, as a form of revenge because last night Arsha had surprised him.

Syila stepped quietly approaching Arsha, when it would surprise her twin, Arsha suddenly turned and first made her surprised.

"YESYYY!"

"Arsha!" pekik Syila was upset. Again it was first. Why is it so hard to get back to Arsha.

"Well, why are you entering people's rooms?" search Arsha. However, upon seeing her sister's new appearance, she smiled seductively. "Well, this new hair?"

"Yes... pretty, right?"

"B only!" Arsha does not want to admit that Syila actually looks suitable with short hair.

Syila. "Lo's blind eye? My dad says I'm beautiful."

"Lo's papa's favorite son, deserve it!" insinuations. "Eh, so how? Are you already in lakanin?" ask Arsha.

"Udah, you want to see the picture, don't you?" Syila pulled out the phone.

"Where?"

"Eitts, wait a minute!" hold Syila. He took some notes from his school bag. "Pay first, here! The cost of buying a contact lens is the same to the salon, plus a relaxing sit at St*rb*cks." The bill was thrown in front of Arsha.

"What's? Why should I pay?" Arsha did not accept, especially after seeing the amount of money spent.

"What about you, anyway? It's all money I know, no! Though Lo asked me to help change Kila!" Syila's face looks angry, angry made-up more precisely.

"Yes-yes, I paid." Arsha relented, rather than having to antagonize her own twin sister. He took a cell phone and transferred some money to Syila's account.

"I have transferred. Satisfied?" Arsha. He showed Syila the evidence of the transfer.

"satisfied. Thanks Arsha. Nice doing business with you."

"Basic duitan eyes!" arsha's Overestimation. "Where's the picture?"

"Now!" Syila gave her expensive phone.

"Beautiful.." murmured Arsha as soon as he saw Kila's latest portrait.

"Gue is beautiful, Lo aja who is late realized," said Syila kegeeran.

"Not Lo, but Kila!" arsha.

"Oh.. I told my mom that Lo likes his son Om Bagas!" Syila immediately ran out before Arsha's notorious rampage.

"SHILA! That's not what I mean!" peek Arsha from the room. It's wrong to have dealt with Syila.

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