Elective Class Chair
Frans anger

From inside the bathroom Alvaro could hear the girl's question to Dila. Alvaro already knew that Dila had a child that Alvaro had never seen how he looked.

"Mother suddenly came here dear," elak Dila made the Moon mangosteen.

"But why do you wear a mask? Is your mom sick?" tanya Bulan saw Dila wearing a mask tonight.

"Ahk yes, mother again flu so mother wear a mask. Here where many mothers are afraid that someone will be infected with this mother flu," said Dila and reciprocated nod of confidence by the Moon.

"Mother knows not, if I win the race," said Moon with excitement.

"Oh, yeah!" Dila pretended to be surprised even though she already knew that her daughter was champion one. "Bunda's son is great, well" said Dila brought the Moon into his arms.

"It's all thanks to prayer and effort" said the Moon still tightly hugging Dila.

"Oh yes, but there is something strange," said Moon began to want to tell the incongruity in his heart.

"Weird why?" tanya Dila was curious so the Moon let go of her embrace.

"Cowok who wears a mask does not enter the top three at all. Though the painting is very good Bun, even I think he will win because the painting is very cool," Moon began to tell what was in his heart.

My God, is Frans really behind this? Why is he doing all this? He should be proud to have a son like Alvaro.

"Bund" called the Moon because Dila was silent after the Moon told her everything.

"Dear, maybe it's just your mind. Who knows the judge judging from the other side," said Dila made the Moon bearded with the words Dila.

"Jude yuk, Bund. We meet papah," said Moon pulled Dila's hand.

Dila had turned towards the closed bathroom because there were still people inside, namely the figure of Alvaro.

"Darling, I thought you couldn't come" said Akbar, kissing his wife's cheek and sitting with Vita.

"I've been trying to come, Mas. For the sake of seeing the race Moon," said Dila made Akbar smile towards his wife.

"Your color of painting skills makes the Moon also follow in your footsteps to become a great painter. I'm sure Moon will be a great painter like you, baby," Akbar said, making Dila smile at her husband.

"Bund, this is his new best friend the Moon" said Moon introduced Vita to his mother.

"Hello, Tan. My name is Vita," said Vita introducing herself to Dila.

"Dila, the moon" said Dila accompanied by her sweet smile.

They talk until someone arrives. "Hello Mr. Akbar, it seems I can't stay here long because I want to take care of something" Frans said shaking hands with Frans before leaving.

While Dila was staring at the sound, even her head was very stiff to see around her.

"Oh yes sir, this is my wife. He was wearing a mask because he had the flu" Akbar said, introducing Dila.

"I'm Frans" said Frans sticking his hand out at Dila.

Dila greeted him with a brother. "Dila," said Dila, then removed her hand from Frans.

"I like to see you often, but who's well," said Frans who is not familiar with seeing eyeballs belonging to Dila.

Although he uses a mask, Frans is not familiar with the eyes.

Akbar laughed at Frans' words. "Sir Frans can do it."

Frans laughed even though it wasn't funny. "This is your son?" frans asked pointing to the Moon.

"He's great, to the point of winning this race" Frans praised the Moon.

"Surely the father of the same mother is very proud to have a talented child like him," said Frans made Akbar nod in agreement. Because he was so proud of his son.

While the flattered Moon only had a small smile, to him this father had over-exaggeratedly praised him. Though the Moon thinks if the painting is still on it, the painting belongs to the masked man.

Even Moon was sure, if one would think the same as himself.

Frans rubbed the Moon's hair. "A very talented child, your parents are very proud to have a talented child like you," Frans praised Dila for making a beautiful smile behind the mask she was wearing.

"Well, then, I say goodbye first" Frans told Akbar.

"Be careful sir."

Frans got out of the venue with a face that was difficult to guess, he immediately got into the car to return to the Mansion.

About thirty minutes the driver was driving, finally the car had reached the front of the mansion. Frans got out of the car without waiting for the driver to open the door first.

The main door of the mansion is open, seen the maids lined up to welcome Frans.

"Alvaro where!" frans asked firmly to the maid while loosening her tie.

"Mr Alvaro had not come home, sir," said one of the maids who dared to speak up because the other colleagues just kept quiet, because they were afraid to see Frans at this time.

"Child useless, I'm sure if all this time he who uses a mask during the race. And only now do I know!" furious Frans.

The entire maid only fell silent as she lowered her head, no one dared to speak up. Even the driver named Mr. Farhat bowed his head, he was sure Alvaro would get a very severe punishment from Frans.

Of course Mr. Farhat worries about everything.

"Sir Farhat!" call Frans to Mr. Farhat.

"Yes, sir" said Farhat as he lowered his head in front of Frans.

"Fetch Alvaro, one more hour the show will be over. After the show is over drag the boy here!" frans to Farhat.

"Ready sir" said Mr. Farhat.

"Go!" Farhat immediately went according to Frans' words. He's going to pick up Alvaro.

The event is over, but some propose an hour to throw a party.

Frans leaned his head against the couch. "Why don't you hear, Al," said Frans as he stroked his dizzy temple.

He got up from the couch he was sitting on for his work room. If this hour people will rest, in contrast to Frans who continues to work.

Mr. Farhat drove his car with once he thought of Alvaro's fate. He was very confident that the child would get a heavier punishment than usual.

"Sovia, look at your son's fate" said Farhat, remembering Sovia. I don't know where Sovia's been since she left Alvaro and her husband.

Mr. Farhat hoped that Sovia would come and take Alvaro away from Frans. Mr. Farhat is very close to Alvaro whose hobby is very challenged by Frans.

What else is the way to educate Frans is not playing games, he does not hesitate to hurt his son, but already he will regret and do it again.

"Come back, Sovia, pick up your son, '' murmured Mr. Farhat.