Mini Girl Belongs to Ceo
Chapter 4 "forgive us"

"sorry sensei, someone is looking for you in front" said one of uncle Jo's students.

"who??" ask uncle Jo .

"i don't know sensei, it seems rich" said Uncle Jo's protege.

uncle Jo and Dea looked at each other before they moved towards the living room.

arriving at the guest room, Uncle Jo's footsteps stopped, and his eyes widened to see the yoga master who came.

old uncle stood with heated eyes and a mind that was reflected back by events where they were not trusted.

until the voice of Dea stopped her daydream.

" uncle!!", said Dea, shaking uncle Jo's arm .

"eh yes. ahemm. ", uncle Jo cleared his throat while looking at Dea and then looked back at the yoga master who was now standing from his seat.

"please sit down master yoga" said uncle Jo as he walked up to the guest chair and sat himself squarely opposite the yoga master.

"there is a need for what you come here" said uncle Jo sternly asked the master of yoga.

"i want to apologize, for what happened decades ago" said the master of yoga steady.

"already sir, everything has passed, after all we do not want to remember the bitter incident" said uncle Jo.

Dea came with a new snack ready by Aunt Rahma,

"please taste sir", said Dea .

mata muan Yoga can not be separated from looking at the face of Dea, Dea also feel uncomfortable being noticed intensely like that. Excuse me for going back to the kitchen..

but before he actually got to the kitchen, his steps came to a halt as he heard his name mentioned.

"is he Dea ??" ask the yoga master to uncle Jo .

"sir doesn't need to know who he is, which obviously we have nothing to do with your family" said uncle Jo steady.

"no .. no. This is not true.all this we have to make clear, 23 years ago, we were looking for you, but you are no longer there.please, please, don't be like this bang Joko, I know, my mom was wrong, but I beg you, please forgive her. I should be able to get proof sooner, so that bang Joko and bang Didi can kel.. " it's not over the yoga master's speech, but Uncle Jo has cut it first.

"stop, I'm fed up with all the explanations given by the Artmaja family.

the master of yoga took a deep breath, then he exhaled slowly.

"Dea remains my niece" said the yoga master steadily, staring at uncle Jo's bead in the eye.

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as the sun was sinking, crickets began to sing in the silence of the night.

uncle Jo hasn't been out of his room since the yoga master's return.

dinner was just passed by uncle Jo. from this afternoon he had not eaten anything, and he did not want to talk to anyone.

Dea was still confused as to what was happening.

'niece??, explanation??, penance??, Oma meta?? what is all this??' inner Dea.

drttt drrttt

Dea looked at her shaking hape on the bed, next to her.

08**: "Dea, can we meet tomorrow? at the bookstore where you work, at 10. I will come and want to explain something to you".

fill in a message from a number that Dea doesn't know who the owner is.

'huuff, all right. We see ready tomorrow who comes to the store' . Inner Dea.

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Dea woke up at dawn, his intention was to pray at dawn, but since the guest had not yet fully left, Dea undoes his intention to pray, and he descends to help Aunt Rahma.

"Tante.", greet Dea ..

"honey dear, can't pray yet?" asked Aunt Rahma to Dea.

"not yet Aunt, naughty guest.a, likes to come and go, then come again" said Dea while grinning...

Aunt Rahma smiled at Dea's explanation

"eemm ... Which uncle is Auntie?? is uncle still on strike??", whispered Dea to Aunt Rahma.

Aunt Rahma glanced at their room, then whispered to Dea, "your uncle cried last night, but Auntie didn't know why, obviously your uncle was holding a picture of your father and mama", aunty Rahma replied as she raised her index finger and placed it on her lips to signal Dea not to ask anymore.

while Dea was pensive to hear Aunt Rahma's words, 'does this have anything to do with her father's death??' inner dea.

at breakfast uncle Jo still did not come out of the room, and uncle Jo also refused to meet with dea or Rian who just wanted to say goodbye to him.

the clock was showing at exactly 10, Dea's heart suddenly pounded unbecoming, because given that he would meet the owner of the mysterious SMS.

klenteeng...

the sound of bells placed in front of the door, so that the store owner knows that someone is entering or exiting the store.

every bell rang, Dea always looked at the door, hoping the person she was waiting for would come, but until 2 o'clock, the one she was waiting for didn't come either.

'aahhh, maybe a prankster', the inner Dea..

Dea was daydreaming and what was on her mind..

"hayoooo". said Lula while patting Dea's shoulder and made her surprised.

"what the heck la" Dea annoyed Lula with her jutek tone.

" again seagrass what is cin, again d catwalk??, ha aha ha ah", joked Lula Kepa Dea.

"no, but again d'elggak d over coal" said Dea upset..

"duuhhhhh mama's son is very funny shiihh, cini cini mama ciiuumm kiss", said Lula who while pinching spoiled cheek Dea and reddened her lips as if she wanted to kiss Dea.

"iihh, want to dong d kiss brother chantikk" said Kevin who just entered the store and approached Dea and Lula.

plaakks

"auuwhh, ni org satan x yaa. can not see aphaaahh seneng people!!", annoyed Kevin to Rian who again hit his head with a book.

"it's flirtatious not to see the age, SD Lo embat children" said Rian while glancing at Dea.

"if not only if you say, if sirik ifang, your girl is not as beautiful as big brother, just won high doang. iiichhh", sneer Dea annoyed to Rian..

regardless of Dea's words, Rian went to his reading spot which was already a subscription where he relaxed instead of reading a book, but Rian played his laptop and not what he did with his laptop, rian did not watch adult films.

the clock has shown at 4, Dea is preparing to go home, but Rian invites him to eat meatballs first before going home. and here they are, eating meatballs with pleasure, without any discussion.

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