Love Poems Cinderella Mask

Love Poems Cinderella Mask
Relationship


"Eh, sorry. Yes sir," Bima glanced at Rika who was sitting on the dining table chair.


The girl looked indifferent and continued to eat it.


Papa Rika was a little surprised and still could not give her opinion. "Ok .. Thank you for dropping off Shasa."


Bima was too happy. They watched the man get into the car and drive out of the house.


All speechless. Shasa kissed the back of Papa Rika's hand and stepped up the stairs.


"Eh, wait a minute. I want to talk."


"Yes?" Shasa was forced down the stairs because he saw Papa Rika staring at him.


Damar immediately climbed the stairs while Rika hurriedly finished her meal and left the place. The girl caught up with Damar up the stairs.


Shasa approached Papa Rika on the living room sofa. The man waited for his two children to go upstairs and then he spoke. "Sha, are you serious about Bima?"


"Mmh .. Yes Om."


"It's Om confused. Not that Bima is dating Rika, but now even dating you. This how's the story?"


Shasa. I was confused, especially Om, his mind was restless.


Rika turns out to be with Damar peeking out from upstairs.


"ello. Why break up from Bima?" damar said sarcastically asking.


"Eh, you know, I never dated Bima huh? He's the one chasing me. Because of the sprain, I made a forced match between the two of them.Mmh! Shasya was also flirtatious, shot Bima once he immediately wanted to. She's a cheap girl!" cibir Rika while folding her hands on her chest.


Damar laughing. "Lo instead of jealousy, Bima began to be interested in Shasa rather than yourself?"


Rika frowns. "Enak. Sorry yes! You know what about me, huh? I deliberately match them both so that I am not chased again the same Bima."


"Keep, now you nyesel?" Damar grinning.


"Eh, catheters. I never felt comfortable, right? Don't you know! You're just a half-brother who wants to know the business of my life. Go there, you! Fuck, fuck!" Rika almost kicked Damar if the man didn't get out of the way.


The two entered their rooms by slamming the door.


Yes, Rika and Damar are stepbrothers. Papa Rika who was widowed when Rika was 5 years old married Mama Damar who had been widowed when Damar was 11 years old.


Papa Rika is still waiting for Shasa's answer.


"Sorry, Om. Shasa is dating Bima," said the girl slowly, she was afraid to disappoint Omnya.


Papa Rika sighed. "You sure about him? I'm worried that you're being let down. It's nothing Shasa, Om feels you trust from your late parents so if you're not happy Om is sad because you can't take care of you well. You understand, right?"


"Yes Om."


"Om asking you to be careful with your decision because your happiness is in your hands."


Shasa raised his head. He felt disinclined and very respectful of this Omnya who always paid attention to him. What he said was always remembered as valuable advice. He did not know what his life would be like if without help from his Omnya since his parents died. The man was very nice to her. Also his wife, only his two children who often make him not at home.


Shasa feels that his existence makes both Omnya children, Rika and Damar jealous because the Omnya treatment is too good for him to be one of the reasons he decided to move from the house. "Yes Om."


"Yes, already. Quickly sleep. Not-don't tomorrow, Bima came back to pick you up," Papa Rika reminded with a smile.


"Thank you Om" said Shasa. He stood up and walked back up the stairs.


"Shasa."


"Yes?" The girl turned back.


"If you've settled with her, get married, will you?"


Shasa's face was red.


"I mean Om, don't look too bad for long."


Shasa was a little embarrassed by dropping his gaze, he nodded.


Papa Rika smiled happily.


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Just now Abra appeared from behind the door, already greeted with unsavory babbling from her stepmother who made her ears hot.


"Why have you come home? Your brother is still working there, do you not see the effort and hard work? Don't worry about your brother Kevin then you can just go in and out of work and wander outside huh? Appreciate the position of your big brother who has been greatly respected by not making a tantrum and being a slacker there, understand?"


Abra almost laughs in spite of his annoyance, Stepmother who knows nothing accusing him of foot barges and wandering at work makes his tiredness more multiplied. Tired for him to argue while Stepmother was one of his parents now.


He was tired and wanted to rest, but he had nowhere to go. Without saying anything he immediately came out of the house back with a feeling of annoyance.


Diandra's coming down from upstairs. "I think I heard Abra's voice?" he said when he got down.


"Eitherway. The boy was disrespectful. Enter did not give greetings and was reminded of a night of escape without saying goodbye. Really brazen!" rutuk Mommy's upset.


Diandra turned towards the main door.


What he was wrong, always got a humiliation from Stepmother when he never hurt anyone, even the Stepmother. It's hard to get home with Stepmother back even though her father will come home from America. He can't stand it. It should be ....


Kiion!!!


He braked suddenly. He almost hit a pedestrian who was about to cross. His face was shocked when his life was saved.


Abra immediately went downstairs and apologized to the man many times. His face was still pale but he forgave with a slight nagging.


Abra went back to her car. He ruffled bangs in annoyance. He should not bring a vehicle while being coerced so because it is very dangerous. Fortunately, it does not hurt anyone else.


He pensively for a moment. Then he turned his car back on and left the place.


He followed his instincts, came to a place where he felt shady, until he got there.


Not far from the house, he stopped his car. Tired .. but not tired. I don't know what feeling this is? He's looking for that coolness here. I know it's impossible but I can only go to this place. Here I feel at ease just because you're here and I know I won't find you but.


He folded his hands over the steering wheel and drowned his head there. Accidentally his face pressed the steering wheel in the middle a little tight until he even sounded the car horn loudly.


Tiiin!!


"Eh?" He immediately raised his face. Abra looked ahead. Nothing seems to come out on a night like this in the housing complex. It caresses the chest.


Geck, tok, tok!


Abra. He was shocked by the face of a woman who almost stuck to the glass of his car. "Gee!" He was almost shocked, but then happy. "Shasa?" The man immediately pressed a button to open the car window.


"Why are you here?"


"Eh, I-I'm tired of wanting to go home but my house is far away so think here." Abra herself could hardly believe what she saw. He met the girl?


"Oh .. Would you like to see Rika? Let me call," said the girl kindly.


"Eh, no, no, no. I uh, my face is a mess like this. I don't want to meet anyone." Abra thought hard how to be with the girl for longer. Rare occasions ....


"Oh, sorry to interrupt, I just heard the sound of a car horn passing next to your car so I was surprised. Uh it turns out to be you," the girl laughed.


His laughter soothed Abra's heart.


"Yes, good rest." Shasa slightly lowered.


"Eh, not that. I'm sorry, I surprised you, didn't I?" Abra took her hand out of the car trying to restrain the girl's departure. "Eh, where are you from?" He saw the girl carrying a shopping bag.


"Oh, from the Mini Market," Shasa showed her her shopping bag.


Going to the Mini Market again? The feeling we always meet when you go to the Mini Market continues huh? "Where is the Mini Market?"


"That." Shasa pointed to the back of Abra's car near a turn he had just passed. Why does he not remember there is a Mini Market there?


"Eh, mmm. Can I ask for help?" Abra reached into his pants pocket.


"What?"


"Please buy me a drink, I'm so tired" the man gave Shasa a blue note.


"What?" Shasa accepted.


"Anything."


Shasa was silent for a moment. "You hungry?"


"No, it's okay."


"OK." The girl immediately stepped back into the Mini Market.


Abra slid her back on the back of the chair while looking at the girl's back that was getting away through the rearview mirror nearby. An unexpected meeting. God, why are you so good today? Abra smiled in his tiredness.


Shasa soon returns. He was surprised to see Abra asleep in the car with the windshield next to him open.


He noticed the face of the man who was soundly asleep. A tired face that looks peaceful. Mmmh, handsome guy if you sleep straight aja handsome? Although as bad as his face, Shasa's mind with a smile. But what about this drink? The girl was confused to see the two plastic groceries that were now in her hands.


The girl then walked around. He tried to enter from another door that was not locked. He put his drink and change on the chair. He glanced at Abra who was still asleep before closing the door slowly, but then he was glued to the door like thinking of something while looking at the man who was still soundly asleep. Then he slowly left.


Abra woke up on her own 15 minutes later. Oh, I fell asleep apparently. He rubbed his eyes. Oh, Shasa! He began to remember the girl. The plastic package containing canned drinks and bottles of mineral water was in the next chair along with the change. Ah, why am I asleep? You idiot! He patted his forehead.


Ah already ... The man took one of the canned drinks, opened it and gulped it down. "God ...."


Coinciding with that the high gate of Rika's house opened slightly. A girl who had just been regretted came out of the door carrying something in her hand. The night wind that blew a little hard played the tip of the girl's instant headscarf that was a little long covering the arms.


Abra's surprised. The girl's back. He seemed to win the lottery when he saw the smile of the girl who accompanied his steps closer.


"Sister hasn't had dinner yet, has he?" Shasa thrust a plate of rice with side dishes in front of Abra.


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