Heaven on lara
Reply Revenge of the Wasted Son by ika octafiana

David's eyes widened when he saw his father begin to lay the woman on the sofa, the two kissed each other, hugged, until the body of the two was no longer covered by a thread. David's body immediately trembled, his stomach felt very nauseous.

"It's time to do the real game" said Efendi Bahkri, David's father with a glittering eye on the figure of the undressed woman below.

"Yes, I can't stand it anymore, down there it's wet enough," greeted the woman in a spoiled voice that added to the madness of David's father.

David swallowed the saliva, when he felt something from his throat began to creep up into his throat, his chest felt tight just to breathe air. Moreover, when the two adults shamelessly performed a scene that David had never seen in his entire life. A simple moaning voice fills the room to cause an echo. At that very moment, David was unable to hold something turbulent in his stomach. Till..

Hoekk..

David vomits. That of course attracted the attention of two people who were sharing sweat in the open space that did not dare to be visited by the workers of the house, because they know what activities are being done by the Host.

"Who is that?!" shouted Efendi who was now in a hurry wearing his clothes. Not much different from the woman who was originally under her cage, her face was already panicked while putting clothes on her body in a hurry. He also said.

"Is your wife home? Why didn't you tell me?"

However, Efendi ignored him because he was busy looking for the source of the sound until it sounded David again vomited all his stomach contents, making his throat and nose feel hot as well as sore. His head was dizzy with a heavy neck.

"David!" pekik Efendi was surprised not to play. Hearing the scream so close, David looked up and found his father in front of him. Instantly, David's body stiffened in place.

"Papa. A-a-aku— Aargh!" David squealed in pain as his body was pushed so tightly that it hit a shelf and resulted in books being laid out.

"Based on alan's son! You seen him since? Huh huh? Answer!" cecar Efendi wrathful. David did not dare to raise his head. Not to mention the pain in his body due to the father's strong urge, he could only cry without a sound, as much as it felt so stifling.

"M-m-sorry, Pa. A-a-ak-aaaargh! Papa don't! Pain, Pa! Aargh!" David yelled again bitterly as his body was forcefully dragged away. His tears had poured because he could no longer stem the father's rude attitude for the first time. The little boy had to feel such painful violence.

"Auntie ... Please help me ... Please." Please." David pleaded with the woman who was now standing not far from his father, hoping she would still have mercy on him. But in fact, the woman actually smiled obliquely, no matter the pain David felt.

"Father, sakiiiit!" david shouted as his chin was gripped tightly mercilessly. His father blindly vented all anger at David.

"Don't call me Papa. The child does not know himself! How dare you peek! What are you going to be, huh?!" His father's jaw was hardened with teeth grinding, his eyes very intimidating, making David's guts shrivel.

David cried hysterically and closed his eyes as his body felt drifting. "Father! No, Pa!" David repeatedly pleaded until his voice was hoarse, so that his father would stop his crazy actions. Ignoring the son's roaring cries, as his mind was already overwhelmed with anger, Efendi slammed David's body to the floor tightly.

Bugh.

For a moment, David seemed to lose his life. His eyes repeatedly blinked as the surroundings looked blurry. Not yet even David returned consciousness, the father came back closer and snared his neck tightly.

David couldn't breathe. His small and weak hand moved to hit the Papa's arm to escape from there. "P-paaa.." great-granddaughter. His body was already moving erratically, like the pain of people who were dying.

"Fendi! Never mind. If he is ma ti, we are also the one who bothered," said the woman as she folded her arms in front of her chest. David was disappointed. His father listened more to the demonic woman than his own flesh and blood. Evidently, his father has now released David from the clutches.

His father stood beside the woman while shaking her waist. Without saying a word, Efendi left David with a sick body. From then on, David didn't say much anymore. The picture of a happy family and a festive birthday will never happen. All that was just a dream, changed with disappointment and pain that was very deep.

A question immediately popped into his head. Where's her mother going now? Didn't his mother hear David's screams of pain? "Father of the wicked," David muttered in a stammering voice. Everything David saw was just now, clearly recorded in the head. It makes David think that today is the unluckiest day in the world. Moreover, there was not a single worker who came to help David at that time, this house was like hell, he thought.

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