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Tock....Tock....Geck...

The sound of knocking on the door from outside made the cold-faced man stare at the door with the gray paint.

The sound of knocking on the door was knocked impatiently like something was pushed from the knocker of the door.

Chequelek

The cold-faced man opened the door of his room with his dingy face and his hair slightly disheveled.

The man's breath in front of the cold-faced man went up and down, without his hand raising and giving....

Plaques

One slap landed on the cold-faced guy's right cheek, so he looked towards the left and almost staggered. Because the man before him slapped him with all his might.

The cold-faced man held his slightly sore cheek, and let out a fresh red liquid.

He looked at the man before him who had already slapped him with his cold gaze, to him a slap was commonplace he had gotten.

"WELL, PAPAH SAID, NEVER PAINT AGAIN!"

Frans' thunderous voice filled the gray room.

The cold-faced man closed his eyes, "Why, you forbid me to do my hobby." Alvaro's low voice but impressed firmly make the people who will listen to him horrified.

Frans' breathing went up and down, "Why?" Alvaro asked casually with a devilish smile on his lips. "What because I'm better at painting follow in my footsteps, than in your footsteps, who are good at what lessons." His connection was still with a devilish smile on his lips.

Plaques

Again and again Alvaro got a slap on his left cheek making the guy hold his cheek. Undeniably the slap belonging to Frans is very extraordinary.

"Based on a brat! Painting won't make you a successful person, following in your footsteps!" Frans to Alvaro.

Frans smiled faintly at Alvaro, "did you see your mama succeed in painting? Did you see your mama become the richest and most famous person by painting?" Frans said in a condescending tone to his own biological son.

Alvaro's jaw hardened, and his cold face was matched with his sharp eyes.

"Sir Farhat!" Call Frans impatiently calling Mr. Farhat's name.

Mr. Farhat who felt called out hurriedly ran to the origin of the voice.

"Yes sir." Mr. Farhat spoke by bowing his head to Frans.

"Make this room into a warehouse" said Frans made Mr. Farhat look a little bit his head looked at Alvaro who just put his dinginya face looking at Frans with a difficult gaze to explain.

"Done the useless things inside, throw them away and burn them!" frans said again then left Alvaro who looked at him with a look of hatred.

Mr. Farhat looked at Alvaro who was staring at the sturdy back of Frans who had been away.

Mr Farhat can not be out of thought with what Frans said, throw and burn?

"Can I do my duty now, sir?" Ask Mr. Farhat more precisely a statement for the figure of Alvaro who only put his dingin face at this time.

Alvaro looked at Mr. Farhat for a moment and nodded his head saying Mr. Farhat. With a heavy heart, Mr. Farhat stepped into the gray room.

And the walls of Alvaro's room are filled with stunning paintings, which of course the results of his own hands.

Can't Frans see his son's masterpiece just yet? Alvaro's painting is perfect in the eyes of people who will see it, especially Mr. Farhat who just saw the painting Alvaro for the first time.

Mr. Farhat is increasingly curious about the mamah Alvaro, it is definitely not a talent possessed by Alvaro downhill from his own mama while Frans does not know what else to draw painting.

It feels very heavy for Mr. Farhat to immediately burn paintings belonging to Alvaro is very extraordinary and painting tools that cost drain the bag.

Can Mr Farhat burn Alvaro's paintings and tools? Is Mr Farhat able to carry out the duties given by Mr Frans to him?

Even Mr. Farhat was very sad if the painting belonging to Alvaro was burned, the work of the boy was extraordinary. No one even knows the talent of the child, only the people in the mansion know that Alvaro has the talent to paint.

Mr Farhat looked at Alvaro who took his wallet over the drawer, Mr Farhat wondering where the boy was going?

"Where are you going, sir?" Ask Mr. Farhat to Alvaro who has taken down a flower painting from the wall of Alvaro's painting room.

"Get out" answered Alvaro then left the doorway of his painting room.

He couldn't if he saw the work he had would be burned, tell him if Frans was selfish to his own son demanding this and that.

Frans should be proud to have a child like Alvaro, Frans' intelligence in learning down to Alvaro and Alvaro's intelligence in painting downhill from his own mother. Frans should be proud of it because his son got both from his parents.

But what is the reason Frans does not like if Alvaro is proficient and good at painting than studying and studying?

From the balcony Frans saw Alvaro come out of the gate of the mansion with his black sports bike and his black leather jacket.

Frans took a deep breath and saw his hand that had slapped his own son, there was a sense of regret in Frans but he instilled if it was all for the good of Alvaro in the future!

"Excuse me Papah" apologized to Frans and left the balcony.

The clock has shown at seven o'clock at night, Alvaro still faithfully enjoys the night wind in Jakarta using his black sports motorbike.

Alvaro's black sports bike stopped at one of the simple coffee shops where visitors tonight were quite crowded even though it was still seven at night.

Alvaro dismounted from his motorbike to take off his full-face helmet so that all the gazes in the coffee shop looked at Alvaro with admiration to see the handsome face of a Greek statue.

the eyes adore the endless Alvaro get but Alvaro retains his dingin face.

The guy sat at the corner while waiting for the arrival of someone who will bring a coffee menu.

A girl with shoulder-length hair walked toward the eighth-most corner of the table.

"What do you want to order coffe?" Ask the girl with a focus on her book to take down the order from table number eight.

"Machiato. "

Deg

A familiar voice to the girl made her stop writing, she saw who was sitting at this number eight table.

Alvaro's?

The guy focused on his phone making Mentari digest, did he not see the wrong figure Alvaro?