Love Poems Cinderella Mask
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"What did you say? It works great. He's reliable. After all, I can't just take people out for no apparent reason."

"But his position is very dangerous. He could take your position at any time as GM (General Manager), kevin." Kevin's mother pulled the chair next to her son and sat down while putting a glass of water on the dining table.

"Indeed why? He's Dad's son?"

"You're the first kid. You're the one who should have the tv."

"Mom, did you forget? When Mom gave birth to me, Mom asked for a divorce from Dad so Dad married his ex-girlfriend who is German. She converted to Islam to marry my father. Although she did not live long, she became her first legal wife. She's Abra Bu's mother, and she doesn't matter when Dad remarries Mom."

"That's because we were betrothed by your grandfather. I already had a boyfriend back then, so half-heartedly married your dad."

"Well, why did you divorce Dad? After all, the ex who was chased also eventually left Mom and married someone else so Mom was forced to marry again with Dad right?"

"That's at your grandfather's insistence" Kevin's mother grumbled, she played on his ropes. "Also for you, I did that."

"Father is the best, right? The proof is there's Diandra after that."

Kevin's mother looked at her son. The fine lines on her face did not cause her to lose her remaining beauty. He touched his son's face gently. "Mom did that because mom loves you son. I'm thinking about your future."

Kevin touched the hand of his mother who was stroking his face. "Mother, Abra is not a threat. Dad's efforts are a lot. There's a hotel with some branches."

"But that's your dad holding it himself. He put Abra on the station. Why not just go to the hotel, let the tv station be for you. I told you that, but Dad said, I don't have to interfere." Kevin's mother pulled her hand while scowling. It looks very woman, although it is middle-aged but its nature is still childish.

Kevin curled his lips every time his mother sulked. He was always trying to cool it down. "Mommy, I'm an adult, Mom, you don't have to think about me anymore. After all, Abra and I are both Father's children, and so is Diandra. We've also grown up so I don't have to worry about our lives, because we can take care of it well."

"Where, by the way, did your sister go, I didn't see that?" Kevin's mom just realized it. He spread his eyes around.

"Mother is sleeping. He just came home with me."

"Have you slept?" Kevin's mother stood up from her chair.

"Entahlah Ma'am. I'll just check."

"Mmhmd. Lately since graduating from college, her work likes to wander unclear so the mother is afraid of why."

"Well, if Diandra, I deserve to worry." Kevin laughs.

"Yes. Mom go to her room first." The woman climbed the stairs to her daughter's room.

Meanwhile Abra came out of the bathroom and dried her hair with a small towel. He checked his phone which turned out there was a miss call from someone. He smiled and contacted her. "Hello Father. Did Dad call?"

"Oh, yes. How do you adapt to the working environment in Indonesia? Can you work with Kevin? Your brother's gonna make it look hard he cares (care) for you, Abra."

"Yes Well."

"Mmh?"

"Why?"

"You ... didn't ask to come back to America? Tumbens. Yesterday you still wanted to go home to America for not being at home." Abra's father sounded confused.

"Mc ...." Abra cleared a moment. "Maybe at that time I still did not enjoy the pleasure of living in Jakarta. Still getting carried away in Boston because I went to school there, but .. frankly speaking(but ... to be honest) I've started to adapt Dad, here."

"Mmh, you've started to have friends there. Or even a girlfriend?"

Abra laughing. Why do you know?"Yeah, it's part of the adaptation."

"Thank God. This is your country as well Abra, although your mother's family lives in America and Germany but your father is Indonesian. Get to know this Indonesian country even if only in Jakarta. I want you to stay in Jakarta. Although since the death of your mother you want to be independent and live abroad with your mother's family but it is time you return to Jakarta and work there. Don't worry about your Mom and Stepbrother because you're Dad's son. They're your family, too, surely they should accept you."

Abra's father knew that the relationship between Abra and Tiriri's mother was not so good that Abra relented and chose a school abroad alone, but Abra is also his biological son because he also has many plans for the future of his children, Kevin, Abra and Diandra. That's why he asked Abra to come home, even though in Boston, Abra had worked at a famous private company and had just been promoted as Manager there. Abra has only been living in Indonesia for a few months and Abra's father hopes that Abra can settle in Jakarta.

"Don't worry about it Dad, I'm busy working."

"Mmhmd. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Dad!" Abra laughing.

"Seems yes? Because it's impossible for you to change your mind so quickly like this. Yesterday you still begged to ask to go back to Boston."

"Already Dad. The important thing is that I started living in Jakarta. By the way when is Dad coming home? Dad seems to be living in America" ledek Abra again.

Their familiarity is indeed incomparable considering Abra is actually his father's favorite child. So did his mother. Unfortunately, cancer scolded his mother a few years ago before Abra graduated High School so he decided to move to Boston because he was made not at home living in Indonesia by Stepmother. She later lived near her mother's family home in Boston while finishing high school and college. He worked for a year before moving to Jakarta at the request of his father.

"Dad's only a few days away, and then straight home."

"Jiang."

Abra closed his phone. He sighed softly and lay down on his bed.

Of course his father was right about him, there was a girl who had stolen his heart to make him decide to settle down. Although he knew the girl already had a boyfriend but he intended to pursue her. He hopes to have a chance even though it is very small, which is waiting for the girl to break up from her boyfriend.

You remind me of rabbits. Very cute little rabbit. I'm waiting for you to get out of the cage so I can give you a new home. Home in my heart. You must take responsibility for that, my little lady, because my soul will not be at peace if you are not beside me. Mmh, hurry up you run away from that house my rabbit, I'm waiting for you.

Abra smiled to himself every time he remembered the girl's face. Somehow he could fall in love with the girl at first sight, but the shadow of the girl never escaped his mind since the first time they met, even though they did not talk much.

When first meeting the girl was wearing a mask so it is impossible to feel (feel) so strong but that is what happened and the feeling is right. When he saw her face, he could not forget the girl. It's freaky.

But at that time, who did he meet first, Rika or Shasa? The girl first hit him at the party and it was her first meeting. He remembered that. What is Rika? Mmh, the girl was carrying a handbag while Rika. Aye right! Abra flicked his hand. The one who snatched the book was also the girl with the handbag and the one with the handbag was that girl named Shasa right? Ah, so she's the one I met so many times? They also fuss over the book that I didn't hear about because of the unbiased sound at the party but they're obviously fighting over the book. Don't-don't ... Shasa also wrote the book. Definitely it! I don't know why Rika lied about the book but it can be proven if I meet her.

Abra smile. I will definitely meet them again. He flicked his hand again. He immediately pulled his blanket to sleep.

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Damar woke up in the middle of the night. Again. Soon he sat on the bed. He rubbed his eyes which were still a little sleepy. After that he went straight out of the room and came to a room. Tapped it. Before long, the door opened.

Shasa still looks sleepy. "Again?"

"Yes. I'm waiting downstairs." Damar is gone. He went down the stairs.

Shasa yawned while covering her mouth. He then followed Damar down the stairs. He went straight to the kitchen while Damar went to the dining table. The man pulled out a chair and played his phone on the table while waiting for Shasa to come.

The girl came later while carrying a plate containing omelet and fried sausage along with rice. Apparently every night Shasa cooks something for Damar because he says the man often has trouble sleeping because he is hungry. He also sometimes asks Shasa to help him with other things.

"Oh, yes. Would you please polish my shoes?"

"Where is Brother?"

"The brown one."

Shasa let out a breath. He went upstairs to Damar's room and the man immediately ate the food he cooked. Soon the man entered his room.

"Sister!" Shasa had just put the shoe in a shoebox.

Damar smiled and held back laughter looking at Shasa's spruce face and body due to being exposed to polish. "Let's see first." He thrusts his hand asking for Shasa's shoes. The girl had to take the shoes out of the box.

"It's Brother."

"Mmhmd. It's less tidy, less flat." The man showed in several places.

The girl noticed. He could not see what Damar said. "Where the hell is Brother?"

"That hasn't."

"Which one?"

Damar looked at the girl with a sharp look. "Just be honest."

"But Brother."

Damar pulled Shasa close to his bed and took out his polish. "This. Come on!"

Shasa was forced to sit on the floor and shine Damar's shoes while the man climbed onto the bed. He lay face down while playing hp. Sometimes he peeked at Shasa with a smile.

Somehow the man was happy to disturb Shasa even though not every night. Shasa who resisted was forced to do so.

That one man was also similar to Rika, but bothered her when no one saw him, and it was also quite unsettling.

He tried to refuse it once but his hand was gripped to the redness. The man was angry.

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Author Chocooya writes matchmaking stories in different styles. Falling Into Your Trap, that's the title.