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"This again, say, I give you proof. That because Keenan Arka, emang fix in keep the same aunt."

A photo that shows the togetherness of Arka and Amanda, again uploaded by the admin of a gossip account. This of course invites the attention of netizens who are hungry for work.

With the strength of the tambahan and the quota, they now make malicious comments to Arka and Amanda.

"@riaria1226 Duh not expect real, crazy. That young man wants to be like aunty.

"@zefanya21 eh mbak @riaria1226 his aunts are much more cute than that. High School boy koq face kayak granny.

@Joanaandita12 tauh, @riaria1226 kayak lo saucy, anjir. Your face is like a mother-mak. Same with @amandacelia.

"@robyanto_ steady bro @keenanarka ng*we mulu lo ya. The @amandacelia. Love the video, bro to us.

"@andhikahartono bro @robyanto_ can't download by yourself what lo?. Why don't you just make yourself the same girl lo, perverted not lo capital.

"@meilanifaradila be patient yes @keenanarka and @amandacelia there are still many koq who support you.

"@paramitharamadhani always supports you, no matter what @keenanarka.

@nanananina don't get discouraged, ignore the sage netijen @keenanarka

Dozens, hundreds, even thousands of comments now fill the photo. Of course this makes the glee of the owner of the gossip account. Because the more people comment, the more attention is paid to the account they have.

The greater the chance of the account to get endorsements. While netijen, get pseudo satisfaction. Satisfied blasphemy others, but who can endorse and money only gossip account only. His own netijen saved up sins to buy tickets to hell.

***

"Man, I think we need to see your papa." said Arka when he woke up from a deep sleep.

"Gapain found him?" ask Amanda about her husband.

"As Nino said the other day, our marriage has not received her blessing. Maybe, that's why our household is so much trouble."

Amanda sighed.

"Ka, I know you're still very young. But that does not mean your mind must be leaked as well, it has nothing to do this is all the same to him. We also come, not necessarily accepted."

"It's okay not to be accepted, the important thing is that we come and ask for it."

Amanda sighed once more and looked at her husband.

"Oh yeah, if that's what you want. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow we'll meet him."

Arka smiled and hugged his wife.

"Thank you, dear Word." he said and took Amanda to his lying body.

"Thank you too, have made the underworld spray a lot."

Amanda laughs.

"Nake?" ask her later.

"Enak it, where it never feels good to you" said Arka.

Amanda kissed her husband and vice versa.

"Hoaaaa."

Shortly afterwards, the voice of one of their babies was heard.

"Man, bring them here, dong. Want to be with them." said Arka later.

"Yes, wait a minute." Amanda goes to her nursery and takes them to the place where Arka is lying.

"Now, it's papa. It's a stinky kid, abis e'ek yes. This stinking, smelly, smelly, stinky."

"Ci." Azka laughing.

Amanda handed Azka to her husband, Arka hugged and kissed the baby.

Soon Afka was also brought by Amanda, then Arka chatting with both.

"This is Arka's son, this is also Arka's son."

Arka kissed her babies while tickling them a little. Both babies were laughing.

"What will it be?"

Arka continued to kiss the children, while Amanda smiled at the closeness between them.

"Will it be a filmmaker, animator, or pro gamer?"

"Hoaaaa."

"Ehee."

Both babies chattered and laughed.

"You want to be a taekwondo athlete yeah deck, yeah. Let it be like Joe Taslim." Amanda told the babies.

"Let's be the next sub zero huh?" arka.

The two babies continued to chatter and laugh, Arka just as Amanda completely forgot the problem that is now facing them.

The two children are like a source of strength, which makes them feel that the problems that now arise are not so meaningful. They continued to chat until laughter filled the room.

The next day, Amanda invites Arka to meet Amman. He did not want to delay again, so that Arka also did not just talk about this in front of him.

Although he was very happy to meet his father, but for the sake of Arka whatever he did. She wanted her husband to feel a little relieved and not constantly blame himself.

***

"What did you come here for?" asked Amman in a tone that was not so pleasant to the ears. Amanda and Arka meet him at Amman's residence.

"Sir Amman, I came here because I think we need to talk."

"Yes, about what?" amman asked, looking at his daughter-in-law.

"I married Amanda without my father's consent, without asking for it."

"And then?"

"I'm here, asking for my father's blessing."

He put the glass of wine that had been in his hand on the desk, then looked at his daughter-in-law deeply.

"Restu you said?"

"Yes." replied Arka while looking at Amman.

"Youth."

A loud slap landed on Arka's face. Arka was surprised, and so was Amanda who stood by her husband.

"Paaa." Amanda said later.

While Arka tries to regulate the breath so as not to become emotional. Although he could have resisted, Amman was still his father-in-law. The biological parents of his wife.

"You've taken my son in a shameful way, you're paid by him. Now you ask my blessing."

"Yeah." Amanda is now half yelling at her father, she wants her father to stop immediately.

"What kind of vestments do you ask of me?. You yourself have nothing, I'm sure even now you live still borne Amanda."

"Pa, keep talking papa."

"You shut up, Amanda."

"He's working, pa."

"How much is your income?. Which is enough for you to make my son happy."

"Lantas, whatever dares to guarantee my happiness. If I marry someone else?"

This time Amanda was a little closer to her father, she really could not bear the attitude of Amman who was too cornered her husband.

"If there's money, everything's easy."

"What is your own life?. Is your dad happy?"

"Yes, I'm happy. Because I have a lot of money."

"We also have money, but not as much money. But we also have family, affection, and love. And papa doesn't have any of that."

"I don't need love."

"Oh yeah?. You think how far can money give you pleasure?"

Amanda looked at her father.

"My life is so much easier with money."

"And after that, when papa came home and slept in the room?. Have you ever thought or realized that your life is just so-so every day?"

"I enjoyed it."

"And I don't want to live like papa, live with treasure but have no love. I want life to be loved and protected, loved."

"Other rich men can give you more happiness."

"In what way?. Buy me some fancy stuff?. Expensive bags, tens of millions of shoes, billions of jewels?"

"Yes, maybe."

"When I'm sad, it needs attention, it needs to be embraced, understood. Can those things help me?"

Amanda turned to the nearby line of wine bottles Amman owned.

"This wine can help you when you need to talk. On the problems you're facing?"

"Wine it gives me peace of mind."

"Want to after that?"

This time Amman was a little silent, he was just about to say when Amanda came back to look for him.

"What the hell is papa looking for?. Want what amount of wealth again, until my husband was required to be rich. For whataa?" his yell.

"Amanda, keep your tone" said Arka still reminded his wife. But Amanda was upset with Amman.

"So that papa is proud to have a rich son-in-law?. Wh-wh-what for?. If I had a rich husband, what would papa be lucky for?. In order to cooperate with papa's company, if he had a company?. So that papa can coalesce more and become stronger?. What's for?"

Amman took a breath and was ready to answer, but again his daughter spoke before she could speak.

"Papa thinks papa can live how much longer, papa's age has been 60 years more now. It could be tomorrow or the day after papa dies."

"You swear the old man died?"

Amman prepared to slap Amanda, but Arka quickly became his wife's shield, until Amman's intention was immediately stopped.

"A fortune of any kind, not brought to death." said Amanda again.

"Go from here...!" amman said later.

"Come on Ka, we're leaving. It's free to talk to the stone head guy like him.

"You are the head of the stone."

Amanda grabbed the glass of Amman wine that was on the table quickly, then.

"Frare." He slammed the glass until it broke.

"Amanda."

Arka pulled his wife, before long Amanda walked. Arka followed his wife's steps, at the door they found Maureen standing. It seemed that the girl had eavesdropped on all the talk earlier.

Amanda stopped in front of Maureen, while Arka was surprised by the presence of her ex-lover.

"Gue believes the gossip that is developing at this time is the act of lo. Until I have proof, I broke your head. Fake child." cried Amanda.

"Maybe my father believe that you are his son, while he can do a DNA test" he continued.

Maureen's face looked pale, Amanda then passed. Followed by an Arka who still does not understand.

"Pa, papa still believes Maureen right?" maureen asked Amman who was now approaching her. The problem was that Amman had heard Amanda say, about DNA tests.

"Papa believes you koq." Amman stroked the head of his fake son, giving a smile that was just as fake.