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Chapter 28's

I turned the baking sheet as instructed by Ranu, and when everything was done, I took it out of the oven.

I took one cookie and gave it to my father. I hate being sweet to her, it feels like I have wasted one cake made by Ranu.

"Wow.." commented Dad. "It's so good, Dance."

I was forced to say thank you for the praise given by father, even though the cake was not me who made it, but I can not tell father if Ranu was the one who made it.

"These cookies are for my schoolwork, so you can only eat one, '" I lie. I waited until the cookies were no longer hot and then I put them in the jar and rushed to the room. I didn't want to taste one without Ranu, so I waited until nightfall.

"Why don't you eat?" ranu asked, "You should eat one while it's still warm, that's the best time" she said.

"I don't want to eat these cookies without you" I replied. We sat on the bed leaning against the wall and ate the cookies for half a jar.

I tried to pick up another one, but he grabbed the jar and closed it, "Jagan ate too much later you're nauseous and don't like my cookies anymore."

I laugh. "That can't be Ranu."

Ranu sipped a drink and stood up, facing the bed. "I have something for you" he said as he reached into his pants pocket.

"Cookies again?" my many.

Ranu smiled and shook his head, he then thrust out a small, heart-shaped wooden sculpture. I rubbed it with my thumb, observing heart sculptures that are actually less symmetrical in shape. "You made it yourself?"

Ranu nodded. "I carved it with the old little knife I found in the old house" he said. "You want to use it as your bag gang?"

Without a second thought, I immediately grabbed my backpack on the study table and gave it to Ranu so he could pair it. It only took a few minutes, the heart-shaped sculpture was neatly installed in my school bag.

I unceasingly looked at the wood carving, as my thanks to him. I've never loved anything this big, but I don't think it's because of the hanger, but because Ranu made it.

I approached and kissed Ranu until he was lying on the bed and I sat on him, then he gripped my waist with a big smile.

"I promise, someday I will make a tree house for you" he said, he put one hand on the back of my head and rolled my body to the back, now Ranu who is on top of my body, he kissed my lips again.

I enjoy it, I don't want him to move to Europe. I know I'm selfish, but I'm afraid to watch him leave.

Before Tari opened the next page, she looked at the handbag she used to use every day. Since Ranu gave the hanger, he always put it in a bag that he often used. "Is it time for me to take it off?" muttered Tari, he thought Ranu had forgotten his promise to make him a tree house. Dance sighed, then opened the next page.

It was late at night, but my parents had just come home from a charity event. My father was a real estate entrepreneur and Co-Founder of the largest donation app in Indonesia, so they had to make frequent public appearances such as attending a charity dinner.

It's ironic, isn't it? Because actually father hates charity, he plunged into the world just to maintain his image.

By the time my parents arrived home, Ranu had been in my room since 20:00 p.m. We could hear my parents fighting as soon as they closed the front door. Some of their conversations do sound less clear, but the point is that the father accuses the mother of flirtatious with other men.

I know you very well, you can't be like that, maybe it's the guy watching you because you're so beautiful, and that makes you jealous.

I even heard my father call mother prostitution*r, and then I heard the sound of a blow. I immediately got out of bed, but Ranu prevented me from leaving, he was afraid I would get hurt. I told him, it was very helpful, if I go out and sit in the family room then dad stops being angry and hits mom.

I couldn't bear to hear punch after punch, so I ignored Ranu's words, I desperately came out of the room and went to the living room.

I'm seeing...

I saw dad take down Mother.

They were on the sofa and father's hands clutching her neck while the other hand opens the dress, mother tries to rebel to keep breathing, while begging father to let go.

Instead of releasing the mother, the father just hit the mother's face, he told the mother to be quiet. I will never forget my father's words, he said "You want to be noticed? I'll give you some attention, you prostitute*r." And that's when you shut up, she stopped fighting, and just cried when you put her body rough while continuing to beat her.

I rushed to the kitchen and opened the drawer. I snatched the butcher knife I found. I don't know how to explain it, I feel like I'm not in my own body. I walked into the living room holding the knife, but before I came out of the kitchen two hands grabbed me by my waist and lifted me up from behind. The knife fell down, but I did not hear it, all I heard was my mother.

Ranu lifted me back into the room, Once I was in the room, I cried while beating him up, I tried to return to the living room. But Ranu remained standing in front of the door, he poked me tightly. "Dance calm down."

Ranu said that over and over again and kept hugging me until I resigned and obeyed him. "Let's go to the next door neighbor for help and call the police" he said.

Trooper.

Mother once warned me never to call the police, she said it could endanger my career. But honestly I don't care. I don't care if the father of the largest donation app Co Founder in Indonesia is grandiose but they don't know the bad side. The only thing I care about is your safety.

Just let father in the deputy of his post, I am not afraid to be poor, anyway soon I will graduate and I can work.

I put on my jacket and tied my hair, as I was about to get out of the window, Ranu stared at my bedroom door.

Stalk opens.