Bare With Bastard
Hey you! You're not gonna be responsible?
"You like it?" asked Ayaz, he looked at Yaren lovingly, but in his heart he still kept on going to Donulai, in fact he could not be that easy to throw off the taste, either hatred or the sense of starting to care.
Yaren gave a small nod, she looked at her husband in love, this was her first holiday abroad, and perhaps her first holiday as an adult.
Yaren is a home child, especially Argantara always exaggerates the affection for Raisa than him, Yaren knows when he was not treated fairly, but he was silent, as long as it can make Argantara happy.
It's okay, for him the happiness of his parents is the most important, when he saw his Papa as so bad in a few days of the departure of his mother, it was also a matter of consideration, he said, he hopes Wana the stepmother can make the only parent happy.
Although he is ignored, although he is often the target of Wana's anger, he must bear all that for the sake of one person he loves.
Then, is it true that Ayaz and Jovan, his brother said that Argantara is not a good Papa?
Yaren is actually a little doubtful, more precisely maybe already doubt, which makes him more distrust is when he asked for the understanding of his Papa, which is more, maybe the incident on the day of his wedding that did not happen with the photographer Marli was the first time Yaren asked. Not asking for money or power, just asking to be understood, but, his father even more trust with his stepmother and stepbrother.
Yaren exhaled heavily upon thinking that again, "I'm happy!" said it.
"The mountain is out, so we better enjoy the time" said Ayaz.
Yaren nodded again, "Thank you Ayaz!"
"For?" asked Ayaz confused, why say thank you, he felt often hurt his wife, the speech was really not deserved.
"Everything!" answer Yaren.
"Everyone, because they married me, all because they have been honest with me, because I feel very lucky to have you" Yaren continued.
"really?"
"Yes!" the head nodded again, "Do you doubt me?"
"Yaren, I don't think I deserve any of that, I'm so lacking, it feels like you're over-stating this scumbag husband like me."
"That's according to your version, but I'm not!"
"Why can you say that?" ayaz asked, they were chatting casually in a park, after having tried to go around visiting several tourist attractions in this city.
"Because I feel that way!" answer Yaren.
Ayaz did not believe Yaren would answer that simple, "You're this!" he said while shaking the top of Yaren's head. "Here it is, even I should say that, thank you!" Ayaz took a deep breath and exhaled, "You're perfect for me!"
Yaren stared fixedly at Ayaz's face, why it felt like she was in love again and again with her husband. "I love you!" he said unconsciously.
"I love you too, Yarenku!" sahut Ayaz, the eyes that meet it as if it has a magnetic force that attracts each other, the bodies of the two are getting closer, Ayaz is so lucky to have Yaren in his life.
Ayaz had difficulty holding back, Yaren's thin lips which lately have become her candlestick look very tempting, it is very desirable that she kissed those lips for a long time if not considering they were in a public place.
"I love you!" said Ayaz again, after he just grabbed Yaren's hand and took her to the car, in fact Rymi was right about Ayaz who did not have enough patience.
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Marco wandered around aimlessly, his son and daughter-in-law left him alone in the hotel, but how else, it was his destiny to live a life of singles so yes, this is all without anyone accompanying.
Why it feels like living alone can not always please the heart. Sometimes he feels like he wants company.
"Brakkk!" his body was hit by someone, and then maybe because of his burly body, not even himself who fell, but instead the body of someone who fell under his feet.
"Master!" said someone in Italian, a young woman, the first impression Marco saw, 'beautiful' but unfortunately a little messy.
Marco reached out his hand intending to help the young woman.
Along with that a noise like an approaching scream, Marco turned to the source of the sound, but suddenly his hand was pulled by the woman and made her fall right near the woman.
The woman hugged him, her hands into Marco's great coat, and not to forget his head was also hidden in Marco's chest.
Marco spontaneously refused, but the woman hugged him even tighter.
"Let go! Hey, you crazy fuck!" marco also spoke Italian, but the woman did not care.
The cry grew closer, many people were running around like they were chasing something past it, Marco saw it, but again and again as he was about to get up, the woman pulled a cloth at the store that sold Christmas knickknacks, so many Christmas trinkets that befell both.
Marco dispelled it, so silly that happened at this time, he was very sorry why he was also tempted to take a walk around the city, if you know it will be like this, he should just sit sweetly in a hotel room.
The people who passed him like they were chasing something were out of sight, the woman released a hug on Marco's body, "I'm sorry Sir!" said it.
"Hmmm!" sahut Marco, he wanted to rise, but the body spontaneously collapsed again when he heard the beaver's voice.
"Oh astagah! You can destroy my wares, look at everything!" point the store owner at the scattered Christmas trinkets.
"Sorry Uncle!" said the young woman again, displaying the most guilty look on her face.
While Marco cuek alone, became the party that seemed very disadvantaged.
"How will you be responsible?" the shop owner's.
The young lady looked puzzled, she turned to Marco as if asking for help, but Marco with his sternness acted unconcernedly, after all Marco felt that the woman was self-conscious and should have been responsible without her being involved.
What's responsible, even I'm here too a victim! Victims of abuse, ah yes, hugging people carelessly tightly in public places that includes harassment, right?
"What should I do?" ask the young lady.
And unfortunately Marco remained silent.
"How will I be responsible, I am ready to take responsibility!" said the young woman in the end to the store owner.
"Hey you! You're not gonna be responsible? Why is it that only your son is responsible alone?" ask the shop owner's uncle to Marco.
Seriate...
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