Flocking Payment
CHAPTER 49 - Training

Presumably the power of the bolster as a barrier is only a joke, and only occurs at the beginning of the night. Before going to bed, Ameera herself seemed to take care of herself and feared various chakras. Surprisingly, when he woke up, he was the one who now hugged Cakra's body tightly.

It was only natural that he felt his roll was different. Fortunately Ameera soon realized it, but still too late because since then Cakra had been awakened to be able to see the naughty hands of Ameera when closed.

"Morning, Honey .. What's her hand looking for? Hm?" The chakra holds Ameera's fingers under her stomach. An act that he could not control until now his face was red.

Shame, shame and shame, that's all. There is no other word because indeed this morning Ameera was a little unlucky. She thought her sleep would be as pretty as a sleeping princess, but the fact was exactly that toddler was being active.

The woman pulled her hand immediately, pretending to squirm and yawn as if she was collecting lives. Intentionally silenced as if her tongue was not functioning properly, Ameera passed leaving Cakra out of the room and headed for the bathroom.

It was inseparable from Cakra's attention, the man smiled knots while shaking his head. Just being treated that way he was already misbehaved, even running when out as if Cakra would take a chance from him.

In fact, just a little is not terbesit in the mind of Cakra to do things. If only he wanted to, last night Ameera had run out, but indeed Cakra's affection was not that fast.

Lying if not rustling, Cakra is a grown man and he is also normal. It's just that Cakra's brain isn't just filled with naffsu. As he said, after his mother, Cakra had Ameera.

"Kyyaaaaaaaaa Papa!!!"

Not long ago, not even five minutes and now Cakra had been startled by a thunderous scream from the direction of the bathroom. Without a second thought, the man rushed out and approached Ameera there, worried that it might fall or something.

The closer, the more his shout became combined with the words of pearl that made Cakra even more worried. No matter how Ameera was inside, Cakra broke through the bathroom door until his eyes were perfectly rounded watching Ameera rise above the bathtub, very high with the exact position of a lizard on the wall of his room.

"What are you doing?"

"Cakraaaaa .. there is a massage," he sobbed, amused once even looking down was also not willing.

Cakra let out a long sigh, while his eyes still continued to stare around the bathroom and indeed he did not find the animal there. "Nothing, come down."

"There are, Cakra .. there were two." He pointed at the origin, and remained reluctant to descend even though Cakra had seduced him.

Feeling out of ways and talking well didn't make Ameera go down immediately, the man guided Ameera with language that remained good of course. "Here, no more, Ra .. try to open your eyes!!"

Whether he was upset or not, maybe a little. However, the Cakra would obviously not show it. He remained gentle and helped Ameera to get down from the place.

"Surprisingly, he was told what to eat? How could that be."

The question is ridiculous and should be kept enough until doomsday. Cakra laughed softly without being able to answer the question of the woman who was now in his carrier.

Who would have thought, behind the elegant and dignified attitude that she said was dubbed the bravest actress in all things could be this crazy just because of a mouse. Ameera hugged, terrified that Cakra would release her suddenly.

Actually the rest of the dinner last night is still there, but where might be the chakra. Ameera who was asked to wait where she might be able to stay still, she traced the kitchen area that was still arranged so neatly even though it had not been inhabited for a long time.

Distinct from the kitchen at Abah's house, the tools that are there are also not much different from those in the kitchen Ameera family a few years ago, more or less the same. Ameera's observation was not just an ordinary look, but she was reading the situation and drawing conclusions if Cakra was right the category of the rich once.

However, the question Ameera asked was why she was desperate to go and choose the rigors of the capital. In fact, he in the village looks better, and the house and contents can be estimated billions of rupiah.

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"Forced, Ra ... my father left me a debt, and almost every day people I don't recognize keep coming for the same reason."

"Then? Why not_"

"This house has no price in their eyes, but it is precious to me. They said it's better to wait for me to pay it off to adulthood than to be paid for with this house."

Ameera had not spoken, but Cakra seemed to know the contents of her mind to explain what made the woman confused. The bloody tragedy that befell the doctor Dinara Madani was once stirred the entire village.

Not only that, as time went on the story of the tragedy expanded with additions that increasingly made the house considered terrible. Until now, the views of those people are still the same though not as good as before.

"I'm sorry, but can you tell why your father owes you that much? Your mother's a doctor, shouldn't you live well, Cakra?"

Cakra smiled thinly, if remembered it felt too sloppy. His life was indeed prosperous, when Cakra was a child and the figure of Gautama was not yet present among them.

Until, Cakra's happiness is slowly taken away when the man who claimed to be the father came and lived with them. Just because he was broke, he returned to Dinara on the grounds of child pity.

As it turns out, Gautama's arrival is the beginning of the destruction of Cakra's life. Let alone seeing his father make a living, but instead wring his mother and end torture every day. Who would have thought, it became the forerunner of Cakra to become a cold-blooded man to kill six people in a short time.

"One more question, why did you just get away with it? I-I mean, did the police and the authorities not investigate this case?"

Cakra stops his activities. "Hem, why? I also do not understand why it is left alone," he said without looking at the interlocutor, but the kitchen knife that he had held until Ameera began to worry and stare at the exit.

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- To Be Continued