Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 19

Chaca's face stiffened. His mouth opened with surprise. He lowered his legs until he touched the ground and stopped his swing.

Gandhi knitted his two eyebrows. Confused by Chaca's sudden change. The girl looked up, looking at Gandhi who was standing behind her.

"Abraham Group?" rework Chaca to make sure.

"Heem, why?" ask Gandhi again.

"Ah, eng ... why not." Chaca looked straight ahead. Hiding his surprised face. "Om, it must be very fun to have many sisters," said Chaca to divert the conversation.

"Yes. I was the same Santi at first. Over time Mother often finds abandoned children and some are deliberately placed on the porch of this house. Maybe that person knows that Mother often takes care of abandoned children," Gandhi said, making Chaca round her eyes.

The girl stopped her swing. Turn the body facing Gandhi. He looked up a little. "So they're not all of Mother's children?" ask Chaca not to believe it.

"Everything" Gandhi said briefly.

Chaca frowned, "Everything? Including the same Om who was. Santi?" continue Chaca with a serious look.

"of course. She is not our real mother. But her affection even exceeds that of a biological mother. Mother always fights for all her children. Pouring all his affection," explained Gandhi smilingly remembering the Mother who always spoiled him.

Chaca was silent, in her heart she really saluted her mother. Remembering just how scared the mother when snatched, even want to quickly go home because of worry about children who are not born from the womb.

Inversely with himself. An only child, ignored by both parents, is not cared for, only stolen money, money and money.

Not all happiness can be bought with money~Chaca.

Her tears continued to rebel. He tried hard to hold it. But failed. Gandhi saw her panic. He crouched down in front of Chaca, touching her hands.

"Why you?" ask Gandhi softly. His fingers stalled wiping away those tears that kept flowing.

Treated as softly as that, Chaca was even more crying. His parents never treated him that way.

Despite not understanding, Gandhi tried to give him time to calm down first. No matter the shirt is wet with Chaca's tears.

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By late afternoon, Chaca was able to stop her crying. Still sounds a little sniff from Chaca.

"You story? If you don't want to do anything either. But I understand" said Gandhi, slipping Chaca's hair behind his ear.

"Where the hell. He said he didn't want anything. How's maksa?" Chaca's smile expanded until both her eyes narrowed.

"Well, that's beautiful. Oiya, how come you can get in here anyway? Can you be familiar with Mother? Do you want to break through the door, right? Or did you enter through the door of the doraemon?" gandhi's speech was accompanied by jokes.

And it managed to make Chaca's laughter even more. It's a crisp joke, but it's enough to make a Chaca laugh. Behind his cheerfulness all this time stored his sorrow and deep wounds.

"So Mother was snatched, I happened to pass by. I've got my cheek hit by the tampol as well" pointed Chaca at her cheek.

Gandhi. At first he did not believe Chaca's story. But his cheek was right there was a bruise that he thought was a blush.

His hand touched Chaca's slightly swollen cheeks. His eyes screech. Then pulled his arm back into the house.

"Why wasn't it compressed earlier? Or love the cake ointment. It's a swollen gini. I thought this was a blush" Gandhi said.

Chaca smiled at Gandhi. Makes the man snort annoyed.

"Why laugh? Nothing funny know?" gandhi's exclaiming glared sharply to make Chaca fall silent again. "Udah knew the wound was being washed away, not beaten" Gandhi grumbled again.

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