Acha: Thank You Yoga
48. Shocking

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The hard slap again landed on Kananya's already flushed cheeks. Yoga, mercilessly and inhumanely slapped his Kananya cheeks alternately, left and right.

“Kak, Naya apologizes,” his great-grandson. It was so painful and hot, his jaw seemed to break every time Yoga landed a slap on his cheek.

“Udah I remember so you do not interfere in my household affairs but why do you even tell me the truth my mom?” The eyes of Yoga snort sharply to make the guts of the Kananya increasingly shrivel. The aura of Yoga this time is more sinister than when just giving a warning.

“Kanana tau Kananya is wrong but Kananya lakainin it because Kananya likes Kak Yoga.”

“But I don't like the same lo \*\*\*\*\*\*! Especially after this, I hate the same lo!”

Kanaya cried with broken feelings. Yoga takes strong right hair makes the owner more crying feel pain and pain on the skin of his head. “No matter you women, if you dare ngusik my family, get ready to leave this country!”

Yoga takes off the beard on her Kananya hair violently. He breezed out of the stuffy room he used to give lessons to his underclassmen who bravely disturbed his life and his family. Kanaya has awakened the lion so now she must know the consequences.

After wearing his helmet, Yoga turned on his motorbike to drive his motorbike back to the apartment because he said goodbye to Acha to leave for a while.

A chat notification entered the phone Yoga made him forced to undo his intention to leave. Taking the flat object out of his pants pocket, a message from Dinda fills the screen of his illuminated phone.

Dinda :

Yog, can I meet you at our usual cafe hanging out? There's something I want to say, important.

Yoga :

Otw

Yoga returned to save his phone after sending a reply to Dinda. Immediately, he did his moto at high speed, splitting the streets quite crowded vehicles passing by.

No matter it's a two-wheeled vehicle, four-wheeled even eight Yoga still overtakes him until ten minutes later Yoga finally arrives at the cafe that Dinda promised. Soon he opened his helmet to make a handsome impression and then he went down from his sport bike. His feet wrapped in sneakers stepped into the cafe that was not so crowded.

“Yoga, here,” Dinda who was sitting in the corner of the room waving her hand made Yoga then approached her.

“You said what?” the word Yoga asked to the point with its cold tone as usual.

“Sit first!” pinta Dinda which is then directly participated by Yoga.

“Quickly, I have to go back now!” yoga is impatient.

“Hurry really, why the hell?”

“If not talk now I'm home!” the threat of yoga is no joke. The man is now standing up.

“Eh, yes-yes don't!” Immediately, Dinda restrained Yoga's wrist making the owner re-occupy himself.

Dinda sighed, she stared at the dark netra Yoga that was not as calm as before. His originally cheerful face suddenly became sad.

“Lo has really moved on from me?”

“Lo did not say yes means you still have the same taste I,” exclaimed Dinda fast. He held both hands of Yoga. “Yog, you are honest with me, honest with yourself if you still love me. I want us to kayak first, I want us to reverse like before. Honestly, I have not been able to relax you with other girls,” pinta Dinda.

Yoga kept Dinda's hand away from hers. “Sorry, Din. I can't, I've been in love with Acha,” this time Yoga says gently.

Dinda smiled wryly. “Gue knows how you're going to turn down. I just miss my old Yoga,” a tear through Dinda's beautiful fertilizer.

“Yog, can I hug you? For the last time and after this I will actually learn to relax lo same Acha.”

Wanting Yoga to refuse but he could not bear to see the eyes of Dinda who harbored a lot of hope and sadness. With a forced finally Yoga nodded making Dinda smile happily. He immediately got up from the chair he was sitting in and then rushed to embrace Yoga.

Dinda closed her eyes, enjoying the embrace of Yoga that she had not felt for a long time. Just one minute, Dinda let go of her embrace, the girl stared at Yoga who was still staring at her. “Thaks, Yog, I went back first,” Dinda took her slingbag stored on the table then passed leaving Yoga.

“Wait!” Dinda stopped her steps, and Yoga approached her.

“Lo does not bring a car, right?” Dinda shook her head in response to a Yoga question.

“Gue anterin!” after that Yoga first walked ahead of Dinda to the parking lot where the car was stored. Dinda's smile floated behind Yoga's back.

“Gue knows you still care about me, Yog,” muttered Dinda then followed Yoga to his motorbike.

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“Gue instantly back,” said Yoga when he arrived the motor stopped right in front of the girl's house.

“Please yes, be careful on the road,” Dinda is about to get off the Yoga motor. However, just as he was about to lower his feet a boisterous voice sounded so loud in the ears of Dinda and Yoga. It was like someone was fighting.

Dinda immediately ran into his house while Yoga who was about to advance his motorbike also undoes his intention to come running after Dinda.

“PAPA STOP!” dinda shouted as the middle-aged man was about to pass an urn of considerable size to Ken who was lying with a bruised face on the floor.

Dinda was already crying while hugging Ken. “Any sister?” said Dinda asking on the sidelines sobs her cry.

Ken shook weakly. “You go to the room yes, brother is okay,” he said.

Dinda shook her head, and then stood looking at the father. “Papa anything anyway? Why is this papa lakain the same, Ken? Is she wrong Papa?” dinda shouted right in front of her papa's face.

“Because he dared to argue papa and make aunt Mira cry!” papa Dinda's voice is no less sharp to piercing Dinda's sense of hearing.

“Only because women \*\*\*\*\*\* that papa until rough play?” Dinda feels her papa has gone completely outrageous this time.

“JUST TALK TO YOU DINDA!” the middle-aged man was about to land a slap on Dinda's face but with a quick movement Yoga held him back.

“Om, don't play hands!” persemat Yoga's. His voice sounded so cold and the look in his eyes was so sharp that it did not make Papa Dinda feel fear. Until a voice that finally succeeded in seizing the attention of everyone there was no exception Yoga who still held the hand of papa Dinda.

“Mama—”

Some who love comments in julid part said I can not count because I wrote there Acha content is hostile to the 2nd trimester and check up again on Sunday 30.

If I had miscalculated please forgive mother. Maklumin I'm still an unmarried sprout mwehehehe. So, I'm just writing based on research on Google.

Well, week 30 is the 3rd trimester where the first check-up after entering the trimester. So yaww ^

So, again sorry if there is any error or plot hole 🙏🙏🙏

Old reader must know I'm still at school wkwkwk. 😂