Bad Boy In Love
Mak Lampir

Not just longing for memories, but the Eagle who now felt very lonely from affection. His relationship with his father had completely deteriorated since the middle-aged man married Bu Anita. The widow of one child who replaces her mother.

The eagle is still difficult to accept the situation, it is difficult to accept the presence of another woman who asked to be called by her mother. Instead of calling his father's wife as a mother or aunt, the Eagle instead impolitely called Mak Lampir.

In fact the Eagle was never treated badly by his stepmother, but still the Eagle was not willing to build a good relationship with the woman who had taken the love of his father. The eagle has its own view of love.

The only one who could speak when the Eagle was at home was God, the boy from Mak Vampir who was four years younger than him. The God can be accepted by the Eagle for never interfering in his affairs. Not approach his father excessively or take over his position in the house.

The eagle is getting more and more dissolved in his grief, in the longing of his mother. One bottle of drink he bought without feeling the contents had been swallowed up, and the Eagle stopped before his consciousness was gone. It always is.

The handsome young man took a short shower to reduce the body heat and reflected on his slightly flushed face due to the effects of alcohol.

The eagle had no intention of asking for his monthly allowance. The eagle realized that he never did not cause a commotion when talking to his mother God. The eagle always screams in anger if the woman he calls the attached mak starts to interfere in his personal affairs.

The eagle did not want the sick woman to fall unconscious or die suddenly while dealing with him. The choice is only one, take the monthly allotment from the cashier deposit in one of the homestays that will be spent when he returns to the contract or call his father so that he only transfers to his account.

However, the Eagle had not yet exited the room, a single subtle tap on the door made him move lazily from the front of the mirror, opening it slowly.

"What time are you home, El?" Woman parachuting ayu, his father's wife greets Eagle gently. His voice slightly shook softly indicating being unwell. "May I come in?"

The eagle shook his head for sure, no one is allowed to enter his private area other than himself. The eagle does not want his memories with his mother in the room to be damaged by others.

Let only the woman who gave birth to him ever have full access to his room, wake him up, fold his blanket and nag him for waking up every day.

Let it be the only place where the Eagle can remember the full face of the mama while advising him, as well as the pleasant expression when the Eagle tells about his daily life outside the house. Let the room be a sacred memory for her the last time she saw her mother fall unconscious before being rushed to the hospital and gone for good.

The eagle exhaled heavily, its body standing in the middle of the door blocking the woman in front of him who had just asked for permission to enter. "I'm going downstairs, dinner table, hungry!"

Not waiting for approval, the Eagle closed the door of the room in front of his mother's face and went down the stairs to the place to eat. Although there was no appetite to fill the stomach, but the Eagle did not refuse when Imah the family household assistant, served him well.

"Anything!" The eagle nodded faintly, once again unwilling to let down Imah who had always been attentive to her while at home from since her teens. Just like when her mother was still around. The little thing that makes the Eagle's heart warm a little.

"Why hasn't the monthly money been sent? I need extra research funding, I told you my dad and detailed all my college needs! I changed the title and started the research from the beginning again." The eagle spoke flatly without looking at his father's wife who had just sat down.

Without answering, the Eagle put an envelope of cash on the table and pushed slowly in front of the Eagle. "Aren't you sleeping here tonight?"

"No," said the Light Eagle. His mouth was full of food, and his hands welcomed a plate containing an omelet.

"Why? You haven't slept in the house in a long time, El. Your father misses out, probably wanting to talk as a parent and child!"

The eagle ignored the question of the woman in front of him, but finished his meal quickly and left the dining table. "Tell me the same father, tomorrow I want to go to Gunungkidul for a few days to take a sampling of research! If you want to talk, just call!"

"El, if your father knows you smell like this alcohol …." The lady called Eagle made a trembling voice, not daring to continue her sentence because the Eagle had already put on an angry face.

The eagle could not let his father's wife finish a remark that would probably offend his pride, "Don't start a commotion with me and don't like to complain to dad what I do, it's personal business … don't you dare interfere!"

"You want a family home next Saturday, you better go home, El! Your father will pick you up if you don't show up!" His mother spoke slightly raising her voice to be heard by the Eagle who had taken the stairs to the room to pick up the bag.

The eagle walked over without looking back or answering his mother's last words. His heart still hated the woman who took her mother's position in the mansion. Whatever reason.

Deftly, the Eagle exited the room and darted towards the courtyard, leaving the house faster than expected. The eagle wanted to get to the contract immediately, continue drinking and sleeping in peace.

Should the day be this chaotic?

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