Love For My Sad Boy
Chapters 14. Two Bocil Bar

As per a promise they agreed a few days earlier, this Sunday Silva will go on vacation with his parents. Early in the morning when he woke up, Silva went down to the ground floor to drink. In the kitchen, there was already Bi Lela who was preparing breakfast. In a fully conscious state, maybe Silva will ask what his assistant did because it was not like he usually had finished cooking so early. The aunt did not have time to say hello, she instead chuckled to see the only child of her employer with a pillow face and eyes half open, walking straight towards the refrigerator.

With a pillow face as he had just woken up, Silva opened the refrigerator and picked up some cold water. However, just as the refrigerator door opened, he was already trembling in the cold.

"Ih... It's cold!" pekik Silva hugged his body and then closed the refrigerator door again. The two eyes that had been still half-open, immediately opened wide because of the cold that suddenly invaded.

"Forgot me, it's still morning, why did I open the fridge door?" his murmur patted his forehead. "Mending I make a warm sweet tea, deh," the breaker walked up to the pantry to brew a warm sweet tea.

"Loh, Auntie? How are you ready for breakfast? No parts?" silva asked as he walked towards the dispenser to fill his cup with hot water.

"Yes, Non. She said the mistress and master wanted to leave early in the morning, so the aunt was told to cook breakfast from dawn," Bi Lela replied as she arranged some dishes on the dining table.

Frowning, Silva thought both his parents were going where. A moment later, the frown on the forehead deepened. The holiday period to tourist attractions that are still in the city should go so early? The sun has not yet risen, Silva thought.

"Where, Bi?"

"Auntie doesn't know either, Nope. The madam said he was out of town, Non," Bi Lela replied, "that's why Aunt came to the wash first, Non. Wanna wash my clothes."

"okay."

Hearing Silva's short reply, Bi Lela immediately passed leaving the kitchen towards the special room to wash that was next to the bathroom.

While thinking about where his parents were going, Silva sat in the living room that fused with the kitchen. In his grasp was a cup of tea that he periodically sipped. He let out a sigh of relief as the warm tea liquid entered the esophagus. Just now that his right hand was about to grab the remote on the table, his attention was turned on the father and mother who were walking hastily in such a neat suit. Walk towards the dining table.

"Dad? Mother? Went where? He said he'd take a walk?" Silva immediately got up and followed his parents to the dining table. They sat down and prepared breakfast. Silva stood between them. Giving both a demanding gaze and question.

Laras glanced at the husband with a slightly suspicious face. It was as if from that gaze he was asking Hanum to discuss. Then Hanum replied by rolling his eyeballs towards Silva. As if allowing his wife to explain to their only child. Which can be sure will sulk after hearing the answer of the mother.

Laras sighed and then got up. His hands touched both sides of Silva's shoulders from the side and back, and he rubbed them slowly.

"Darling, we really want a vacation together. We also visited last night which places we would go." The barrel gave a pause making Silva glance at him as he felt something was a little suspicious. The feeling is starting to feel bad.

"But-"

"Aah, move! Mommy would want to say if the holidays are not so. Aye right?" cut Silva with a bent face.

"Eum... Dengerin Mommy first. So, last night's a father-" client"

Silva clucked loudly which made Laras stop his explanation. "Client again, client again that you lead! Just keep on living!" silva then ran up the stairs without caring about the call of his parents.

"Where is this, Dad?" worry Laras looked at Hanum worriedly.

Sighing, Hanum shook his head. "Udah is not papa. Let him know himself first. Silva is only carried away by emotions because of an unstable ego. Later also back in his mood," Hanum replied leading Laras to sit down and stroke his shoulder.

"Am I on Faris' phone, huh? Let Silva walk" suggested Laras who made Hanum choke on the fried rice.

"Oh, what kind of father is that? Time to eat fried rice until seselek? Rich little boy!" gerutu Laras while thrusting a glass of water on Hanum.

After Hanum received the water and drank it, Laras got up and walked away from the dining table towards the window. "Udah, I want to call Faris first."

Because it was still difficult to speak, Hanum could only look at his wife's back with a sharp gaze. Wanted to forbid, but the one that came out even a cough that hurt his throat. So, he just resigned to the decision of his wife. Let Faris spend time with her daughter today. Count as the last moment before their relationship ends.

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Sunday mornings like this, usually Arkan spent to relax after exercising. Fortunately, the father still has a conscience not to force himself to study on Sunday, except Sunday night. Because Sunday night means he has to prepare for a Monday that should not disappoint. It was one of Setya's principles applied to his eldest son. Of course Arkan obeyed even in a half resigned state.

He just finished his shower after the sport. Arkan who was still wearing a bathrobe lay on the living room sofa with one hand being a head pad. When his eyes were closed and soon he was about to enter the subconscious, suddenly the sound of a bell rang many times as if brutally suppressed. Of course it disturbs Arkan's calm. Forced, he got up to the door with a bent face. Preparing to kill people did not understand the etiquette of meeting behind the door with his sharp gaze.

When the door opened, the shocked expressions of the two Junior High School boys who greeted him first. Those plain faces were in stark contrast to the behavior of their bar-bars if they were already put together.

In contrast to Arkan's facial expression that showed no emotion at all. "Did you bother people early in the morning?" ask Arkan coldly.

One of the girls with a face similar to Arkan pursed his lips. "Bothering your own brother can't?"

Yes, the two girls are Nesya-sister Arkan and Reva-sister Rafan. They deliberately came to Arkan's apartment early in the morning to disturb, oh if Nesya said to fill the Arkan weekend to be more colorful.

"Yes! The name disturbing it includes acts that violate human rights. Done to anyone, yes definitely not allowed," explained Arkan with a chest.

Sighing in tired breath, Nesya stared flatly at the older brother. "Start again, the professor's mode is on," said Nesya turning a puffed-up eyeball.

Arkan turned his gaze to Reva who had not said anything other than greeting him earlier. Then he noticed the appearance of the two girls from top to bottom.

"Don't tell me you want your brother to be your driver the weekend again" guess Arkan pointed to both misgivings.

Damn, the two girls even smiled broadly. The signs of his guess were right and he had to be willing Sunday which should be calm and peaceful turned into a mess and full of swear in heart because it had to take care of these two bar-bar children. Closing his eyes, Arkan prepared to close the door.

"Wouldn't! Ask Rafan to go there!"

"So!" Both of them swiftly held the door so as not to close.

There was a scene of push-pushing the apartment door. Until Nesya made her legs wrapped in snikers as a booster so that the door could not be closed. However, what happened was Nesya who was shrieking in pain because her leg was clamped to the door.

The panicked Arkan immediately opened the door wide and held Nesya and sat on the sofa followed by Reva from behind who did not forget to close the door. After sitting down, Arkan knelt down in front of Nesya. His ambassador snikers are still attached to the tiny legs. Without knowing the two girls in front of him winked at each other and threw cues that showed the success of the secret mission.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" ask Arkan after briefly massaging Nesya's legs.

Nesya tried to move her legs around and then stood up and walked. "Udah was not as sick as before, but it can still be made way, really."

"Ck, ask Rafan to be victorious, there! Big brother males went everywhere," replied Arkan indifferently as he lay back on the sofa that had been his lying place.

"When Eca's leg hurts again, how?" It was Reva who asked, not Nesya.

"Yes ask him to carry it!"

"Bring me small, brother! Lo mah diggeljak, sis!"

"Ebuset your mouth, bocil! I want to flick, huh!"

"Then come on, you're the one who won us!"

Instead of complying, Arkan instead returned to lying down and more comfortable his lying position.

"Oh, Arkan! Let's wake!" the squealing both pulled Arkan's hands to wake up.

"Yes, yes, yes! Let's go!"

In the end Arkan can only submit to obey the wishes of the two leaks. Refusing will not be possible. They will definitely continue to harass and force Arkan to comply with their wishes.

"Huf... My weekend must have been two bocil's hurricanes!" gerundel Arkan while stepping lazily towards the room to change clothes.

Leaving two girls giggling amusedly and bertos ria celebrating their victory.

...Seriate......

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