Love For My Sad Boy
Chapter 34. Disillusioned

Bugh!

One punch landed on Arkan's right jaw so powerful that his body staggered to the side. He had just arrived at his home and was immediately presented with a bogeman just as he set foot in the living room - in front of both his parents and Silva's parents.

Arkan looked at his papa with sharp nosediving eyebrows. He had just come, why was he suddenly hit?

As if knowing Arkan's confusion, Setya threw two photos right in his face. 

"See for yourself!" hiss Setya looked at the eldest son.

Crouching down, Arkan grabbed the two photos at his feet. His eyes widened when he saw who was in the photos. In one of the photos is Nesya who is lying in the hospital, alone. Nesya is seen trying to pick something up at the table next to her cage.

Arkan and Silva are sleeping with their bare shoulders exposed in a room.

Arkan looked at his papa with an elusive highlight.

"Why? Who taught you to be a jerk?! Your sister is in trouble in the hospital, while you are doing depraved things to the girl you are supposed to look after! You broke our trust in an instant, Arkan!" setya's wrath ended with a raw bogem landing back on the child's left jaw.

Arkan got up with difficulty while holding the corner of his lips that were bleeding. He looked at the faces of the four old men in front of him. They all hit him with disappointed and angry looks. Is it that easy for them to believe this slander?

"And do you believe that?!" arkan shouted with reddened eyes. "Why do you think you can get those photos? Very less work that person if you send the photos to you without a specific purpose. Don't you think we're actually being pitted against sheep? We're all being framed again. I don't think you're that easy to believe in other people whose identity isn't clear yet, compared to my own son."

Bugh!

Bogeman returned Arkan to get in his stomach to make him pushed back by holding his stomach.

"Who do you think set us up? Which underworked person would be willing to waste his time, just to trap you?!" setya's anger is right in front of Arkan.

He stared at the two blinds of his papa filled with disappointment. Really, he was at a loss to prove in what way again. He himself has no evidence.

"Okay, wait a few more months, Arkan will show you the evidence that we were framed! Arkan didn't touch Silva at all!"

Bugh!

It was unexpected that Hanum came forward with mounting fury and smashed his fist into Arkan's face.

"Speak what are you?! If not you, who broke my son?! There's no way she'd dare sleep with a man, otherwise you're the one who's framing her!" hanum pointed at Arkan's face.

"I just got Silva home. But suddenly Dea informed me that Nesya was in an accident. It is with a heavy heart that I leave Silva at home and immediately go to the hospital where Nesya is being treated. I waited a few hours for Nesya to finish the surgery and was transferred to the inpatient room. At midnight, I was again contacted by Dea that Silva was at the club' the night Dea used to visit, was drunk and taken by foreign men. I asked Rafan for help to look after Nesya and I immediately came to the club' which Dea meant. There Dea points to where Silva was taken. I immediately headed to the room Dea pointed out. You know what I saw?" Arkan stared at the adults in front of him.

"I saw with my own eyes, Silva who had already lost consciousness was being tuned*i by a foreign man. My anger just escalated. I knocked the man unconscious. As I approached Silva, my head was hit by something hard from behind until I fainted. And by the time we woke up, I was already on Silva's side bed naked. The more painful I was, Silva also thought I did it! I was the one who wanted to help her!" arkan is obviously excited.

However, Hanum snorted at Arkan's words. "Maybe your son is putting together a story, Setya. You think I'd be that easy to believe in your unfounded story? This evidence is more truthful! What else to avoid, huh?!"

"Okay, if you don't believe me, no problem. But, Silva I will take care of it until I am sure you will not punish him. Don't ask where Silva is, which is clear he's safe with me! Excuse me." Arkan turned around and left his house. Leaving behind the four adults who were shouting his name not to go first.

Setya screamed in frustration afterwards. Lisa was not brave and could not calm her down, she was just as devastated. It is also difficult to believe which. On the one hand he believes in Arkan's explanation, but on the other hand the evidence shows the opposite. In his heart was only the one he felt. Disillusioned.

***

Stepping gontai, Arkan walked down the sidewalk. He arranges his steps with foresight but the mind is not as purposeful. What is now in his mind is just how he can support himself and Silva after this. He could not get any more monthly money from his papa and he would not ask. He has decided to leave the house and not be their responsibility anymore. So, he will try himself from now on. Including the residence. He intends to move out of his apartment which his father bought. He would move without telling them where. Let him go until they can take Silva back.

But, the main problem now was how he could earn money for their living expenses.

"Gue has to work. But, where is it?" the Arkan monologue halted his steps and spread his gaze around.

Until both netraannya caught a poster displayed on the window of a shop on the side of the road. His writing could be a solution for him. He then approached the store and read the written text carefully.

A smile appeared when he felt he could take advantage of this opportunity. Until a man came out of the store to take out the trash. He didn't waste any more time.

"Mas, Mommy!" call him while walking closer to the man.

"Yes?" the man looked at Arkan asking.

"There's a job opening?" ask Arkan to look at the man expectantly.

The man nodded. "There, Mas. Want to sleep?"

Arkan nodded non-relaxedly. "Yes, yeah. I'm going to bed, Mas. But, can it be part time?"

"Well, sorry. Can't be part time. You see, here he works as my assistant, Mas, from nine to four in the afternoon" replied the man in a sorry tone.

"Well, yeah, my mom. Thanks." Thanks." The happy raut Arkan instantly disappeared.

The man went back in and Arkan resumed his steps after a rough sigh. However, his steps suddenly stopped instantly as in his mind flashed a name.

"Maybe Bang Regan can help me."

...Seriate......

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