Destiny Love Kinara
S2. The Pilu Story (Part 3)

After meeting the two, they agreed to cancel the engagement.

Agra thought after her engagement with Allen was off. He can go back to Kinara's side. The love he loved so much. Apparently not! Kinara remained on his stance. Choosing to remove Agra.

From then on Agra put Allen as the person he hated the most. Never mind to say hello, seeing Allen's face also seems like he does not want to.

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The cancellation of their engagement resulted in the failure of the unification of two giant companies.

Allen thought it was over. Turns out he was wrong. A more bitter reality he must feel.

Allen returned to his mansion feeling devastated. Steps limped. The pure white face looked even paler as it continued to cry. Even the tip of his nose was flushed.

Once into the family room. Allen was welcomed by his parents. Both were seen standing at the end of the stairs. Showing an unread expression. Allen furrowed his brows. Could it be that her parents were angry that her and Agra's engagement was void?

“Go from this house. You are not our son!” exclaim Anton who stood up while shaking his waist. He kicked Allen's big suitcase.

“Pah, a-what does that mean?”

“From the beginning I raised you so that you could be useful in the future. Cih, apparently not. Conquering the heart of the son of the Grissham family alone cannot. It's free for me to pay for your body care!"

Allen unmoved. He tried stringing up the sentence that had just come out of his father's mouth. What would be wrong if the engagement failed? This was not Allen's wish either.

“Pah, please forgive Allen.” Anita prostrated herself at Anton's feet with tears in her eyes.

“Mah, what is it exactly?” Allen walked over to his mother. Embrace her shoulders and guide Anita to her feet. Wake up from the place of rest.

Anita glanced at Anton with fear. Her husband opened his eyelids until the black ball almost came out. “Explain everything to the child **** this. I'm sick of seeing it!” exclamation Anton.

“Mah, actually Papah why?” ask Allen.

Anita bit her lip. Both of her cheeks were still wet from the trail of tears. "Actually you ...”

“Basic is useless! Explaining just can't." Anton came down from the last step. Now the distance with Allen was quite close.

"That. What's going on?" allen asked with tears on both cheeks.

"Look good, Allen. When I married your mother, you were only one year old. I want to accept you because you are a daughter. I think someday I can match you to a rich family. Establish family relationships so that my business gets bigger. Turns out you ruined all the plans I've been putting together for so long. Because your match with Agra is off. Then you are no longer useful to me!”

“A-what is true, Mah?” allen asked with a trembling body trying to reach his mother's hand. Anita just nodded her head, too heavy to open her mouth.

Allen sobbing. Nodding the head of his mother could already answer all of Allen's questions. "Then where's my dad?” asked Allen with a sigh.

“Your father is dead. Before Mamah married Papah Anton" Anita said.

Allen sat on the floor. Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight. His little body trembled violently. Missing was already the arrogance he had always been proud of all this time. It turned out that his fate was no better than that of the person he often humbled. All the portraits of his evil behavior had been flashed in his head, if he could he wanted to go one by one to the people he had hurt and apologize to them.

Allen raised his head. He looked at his father's face with a sad look. I hope there is still love in her father's heart. Allen did not find it.

Allen lowered his head. From a princess so spoiled, in an instant she turned into an insulted stranger in the eyes of her Papa. With wet eyes he asked, “If I go from this house ... where should I stay, Pah?”

“It's none of my business!” pekik.

Allen's body was like water ice. Pain is not painful. "Well, where should I go? All this time I only knew if I had you. If you guys are like this, who should I take refuge in?” ask her with hunting breath.

“Allen ... Mama, I'm sorry, son. Mama didn't mean to hide everything from you. You think your engagement and Agra will go well." Anita approached Allen.

“Arrrrhhhg ..” Allen hit his chest hard. “I have to go where, Mah?”

“Stand, Darling. For a while you can stay at your grandmother's house. Here's the address.” Anita thrust out a weathered box. Time-eaten. There is an address on a piece of paper, some photos as proof that Allen is the son of Anita.

“You can kick me out? Let me stay without you?"

Anita could only duck deeply.

“Mah, although difficult. Let's live together. We can start a new life with Grandma,” said Allen innocently while holding his mother's hand. He still hopes Anita has a great love for him so Anita is willing to leave the sparkling life Anton gave her.

“From!” Anton pulls Anita's hand until the curly haired woman stands behind him. “You want to go with your daughter who is not happy and lives poor or stay with me? Living in luxury! Answer!”

Anita did not answer. He just lowered his head. Allen bit his lower lip that trembled with all his might, both of his hands clenched, his nails firmly gripping his palms. However, he did not feel any pain. Only his heart hurts. It's dying!

Allen concentrated the power on his feet. He wakes. Grab a suitcase and walk up to Anton and Anita. “For the last time. I want to honor you as the parents who raised me."

Allen extended his hand. He just wanted to kiss the back of Anton and Anita's hand. However, Anton was unmoved. Luckily, Anita was allowed to hug her daughter.

“Excuse Mommy, Son.” Anita sobbed in Allen's arms.

“Mamah no need to apologize. Mom is not wrong.” Allen wiped the tears that soaked his mother's cheeks. “Jaga yourself Mamah. May the mother always be happy. I pamit.” Allen took Anita's hand. Kissing the back of his hand with a falling tear. Countless how many.

Seriate...

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Allen has been converted, so hadith baik2. The one who suffered was not only Agra, but Allen as well.

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