Belengu Revenge OM Kaya
I cut off your leg

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Antonio stared fixedly at the luxurious and magnificent building in front of him.

The palace tub building with details of the style is really perfect.

The handwork is so beautiful, yet not to his eyes.

For her this building is the same as the prison that continues to shackle her.

After all these years, at the end of his life he returned to his two feet in this house.

It felt heavy and reluctant but at the end of it he had to come back.

The scene before him remained the same, just like the last time. Before he left and disappeared in the midst of the society.

Can not be denied if the place that became a witness of his childhood is a little make his heart long.

But the great demands and also not he liked came from the same place.

Antonio blew his coarse breath, then stepped his feet with his hands pulling the suitcase.

Antonio pushed the large door that towered in front of him, where his net was immediately greeted with a scene that was so familiar.

A servant carrying a tray, widened his eyes to see the presence of the master's son who was late home, after many years away.

Even his two eyes almost came out of his shell because he did not believe the scenery he saw.

Antonio pulls his suitcase into the house, a large but quiet house like a haunted house.

Do not make any noise from footsteps not heard at all.

"Young Master...!" The waiter exclaimed after passing through his period of shock. Then immediately bowed his body saluting Antonio.

Antonio only glanced at the waiter at a glance, without giving a hoot or going back to say hello.

"My master will bring you your suitcase..!" The waiter yelled again, then took over Antonio's suitcase.

Antonio did not refuse in the least, letting the waiter take his suitcase.

But just a few steps, the waiter stopped because of a question from Antonio.

"Where is papa?"

The maid turned her body facing Antonio, with her head bowed deeply.

"Sir is in the garden behind Mister..!" Reply to the servant in a respectful tone.

Antonio also stepped his feet back, died the servant to the place in the word right.

For a very long time he did not see the face of the father who must have been wrinkled with gray hair that began to fill his head.

He misses the old man a little and chatty, but still he feels a little upset because the father continues to press and persuade himself to change his position, but still he feels a little upset because the father continues to press and persuade himself to change his position, and at the end of his life the old man succeeded and his wish was granted.

The footsteps of Antonio swallowed as his netra caught the figure of a middle-aged man who was sitting in a long chair of the park with two hands that were busy designing a tablet.

Where her old face was beaming so beautifully with a perfectly curved smile.

Her stocky body was wrapped in a sweater with a scarf that coiled around her neck, then a hat that covered her head.

Sunlight that began to bristle, hit the legs.

Srak..

Taps..

Taps..

Mr. Alexxander distracted himself, hearing the sound of footsteps approaching.

A wide smile rose on her lips, even to her two eyes now glazed over as she looked before her already standing the most yearned figure, the one she missed the most, none other than Antonio his son.

He was deeply moved, his late one-on-one son in his family came home. And after all this time he could see the face of his son.

Without a second thought, Mr. Alexxander hugged his son.

It is a feeling of longing that has accumulated over the years.

"Hiks..." A small cry coming out of his lips, could be heard by Antonio.

"Pa.. Papa is getting whiny.. Remember Age...!" Antonio said with his ruckus, then patted Dad on the back.

Mister Alexxander's longed face immediately disappeared in exchange with a face frivolous because he heard the words of his son.

He was only moved but even in a crybaby.

Indeed his son is a brash son.

Her screams in the heart.

Mr. Alexxander immediately took off his embrace and returned to sitting as before.

Antonio, who saw the change in the look of the father's face, could only smile thinly and sit next to the father. Enjoy the view of a pretty beautiful garden where the flowers bloom without burden.

"Is papa happy now? "Seru Antonio opens talks.

"No.. You better just go again.." Ketus Mr. Alexxander but impressed spoiled.

Antonio's lips chuckled at the father's words, his father never changed always being childish in the presence of his children.

In stark contrast to his work, even his father is more sinister and colder than the devil from hell.

"It's fine if papa told me to.. I'll gladly leave..." Antonio replied by teasing the father.

"If you dare get out of this house.. Don't expect you'll look at your two legs again.." Threaten Mr. Alexxander sharply.

"I'm not leaving.. So papa didn't have to bother to cut off my leg.. I'm back and I'm going to obey your father's wishes..."

To the two corners of Mr. Alexxander's lips lifted, the end of his wish will soon be realized.

Mr. Alexxander stared fixedly at Antonio, who was now smiling but was forced to.

Mr. Alexxander patted the child on the shoulder, with the eyes of freedom glaring.

"Finally after so long you want to change papa's position.. Stop being such an ungodly child and be devoted to me..." Said Mr. Alexxander in a speech as a winner.

"I wouldn't want to go back if it wasn't for a purpose..." Antonio circulates his gaze, then realizes his body. Of course he was a little upset to see the face of the father who looked at him triumphantly.

"Whatever your purpose.. The important thing is that I can be free from this job and my dream of being able to enjoy old age without its final burden is realized.." Mr. Alexxander's lips chuckled cheerfully.

"Sneaky ground.. He's lavished everything on me. And he wants to relax..." Dumel Antonio in heart.

"I've prepared your coronation party.. I've prepared all of them with great fanfare, and for the conditions you've proposed I've done it too.."

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