Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 7

This chapter has been revised....

Suddenly their laughter stopped. His gaze turned to Alexander who was sitting behind the wheel. His eyes were squeakingly watching Gandhi's closeness to his daughter.

Chaca approached excitedly, "Daddy! Look, Chaca can be a one-legged champion" he prides himself on.

There was no response, the man looked at him sharply. "Go home now!" with sharp eyes.

Chaca's hands were still hanging, her body fixated with her father's reaction. He thought being smart, a diligent and obedient child would be able to attract the attention of his parents. It turned out that even a little could not touch the heart of his father.

"Wait for what else? Hurry home now or Daddy drag you!" snapped again.

Chaca's guts shrivel. The people around him were shocked to hear it. Not with Gandhi. The man stared at pity.

"Come, Non," Bi Ratih asked could not bear to see Chaca being yelled at in front of the crowd.

Chaca looked down, a tear fell on the ground she was on. His lips trembled, yet forced into a smile.

Her body turned, "Sister, I'm home huh. Thank you for the gift" he said, showing a bracelet attached to his arm. A row of white tight teeth was shown the girl.

Gandhi replied with a smile and nodded. While occasionally glancing towards Alexander who had a cold and stern face.

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At home, Chaca immediately ran to her room. Leaving various trophies, charters and other gifts in the car.

Bi Ratih exhaled heavily at the sight of his foster child. He brought Chaca's stuff. Look at it one by one. Of course he was very proud of him. According to him, Chaca currently needs time alone first.

The girl chose to sleep, still with the uniform attached to her body. He also ignored his lunch.

"Chaca! Maca!" Alexander's thunderous voice echoed in the mansion. His hands loosened the tie that was all day wrapped around his neck. He also took off his suit and threw it on the sofa.

Chaca ran down the stairs. Thankfully, there were no wrong steps. Not only himself, Bi Ratih also ran although he did not dare to approach, just peeking from the kitchen.

"Yes, Dad," said Chaca slowly staring into the eyeball of the father.

"Well, was it you? Go home from school instead of going straight home instead of messing around to the project. You think it's a tourist spot, huh?" berang Alexander with screeches grunting in the ears.

"Sorry, Dad." Chaca lowered her gaze.

Not satisfied there Alexander also insinuated about him who mingled with one of the rude workers there. It even looks familiar. That night Chaca was scolded. Being yelled at, without being allowed to express his heart's desires or excuses. He was only being fouled with the middle-aged man's anger.

No tears have been shed. Both of his hands were clenched tightly. His chest rumbled as if it was about to explode. Resisting anger.

"After this you continue your education in Paris only. Stay with Oma and Opamu there!" Alexander's Decree.

As Chaca looked up, "Daddy doesn't want to see Chaca anymore?" tanyanya stared intently at both eyes of her papa.

"There you noticed. Not as arbitrary as here," Alexander reasoned.

"But here Chaca is Mommy and Daddy!" peekik Chaca started to get emotional.

"We don't have much time for you, Cha. We work hard day and night for your future!" alexander shouted increasingly. "Daddy will take care of your visa. And leave soon after so. During the holidays, don't go anywhere!" Alexander took his cell phone. He contacted his assistant to arrange Chaca's visa immediately.

Chaca was silent, she felt that she was an unwanted child by her parents. He turned around, walking towards his room without saying a single word.

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