Mr. Teacher, I Love You
165. Repayment
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Zeo tightened his embrace. “You're jealous, yes, same Satria,” god. His hand moved into Bara's cheeks that began to tan. Understandably, farming with his father made Bara more often splashed than his kiss. Zeo did not care if some mothers shook their heads when they saw her behavior in this public place.
“No,” elak Bara. He glanced to the side.
“Jagan jealous, dong!” force Zeo.
“No, no, no!” Bara.
“Then don't sulk,” force Zeo again.
“Bodo very,” timpal Bara.
“Ya. Then let me run to Bara,” Zeo threatened.
Bara pushed Zeo's hand so that the hug came off. Finally he turned his gaze toward Zeo.
“Now I've seen you: satisfied you!” exclaim Bara expressed her regret.
Zeo put his hand in front of his lips. He giggles.
“Iya. I'm very satisfied now,” Zeo chimed in without guilt.
I exhaled his heavy breath. He does not want to dwell on his feelings continuously. He chose to end his time.
“But ... Satria to where? She's not here either?” ask Bara.
“She's gone home instead,” Zeo replied.
“Basic of that damn kid!” exclaim Bara expressed her regret.
“So you said that Satria is your son?” Zeo giggled again.
“When did I not say? That damn kid who constantly defies his destiny as my son,” Bara said.
“But Satria is not a fucking kid, really. He's a good, intelligent, and independent boy,” bela Zeo.
Bara glanced at the cynics. “Tuh, right …. Again you defend him,” he said.
Zeo giggles. “Hihihi …. Aye, lah. He's my son.” He consented.
Zeo stopped his laughter. “It's your fault that you want to marry me,” Zeo replied.
“Kok my fault? I was rejected! You are maksa!” Bara.
“At last you want. The essence of reality cannot change. Huahaha ..” Zeo managed to make Bara unable to reply.
“Terdenah, lah! Whatever!” Bara doesn't care.
“Don't sulk again, dong ..” woo Zeo.
Bara did not answer.
“... Remember age! Remember age! Nimang grandson again!” cananda Zeo's. He giggles.
“Yaaaish!” finally he let out his voice. He is not strong to hear the stupidity keeps ringing in his ears. I don't know what sins he had in the past to have a brainless wife like this? Did he like the donkey brain too much?
“But why did the boy meet you? Is there a problem?” Bara changed the topic of his story to serious mode.
Zeo lowered his smile. He wasn't sure he had to tell me this.
“Ze!” call Bara to disperse Zeo's daydream.
Zeo breathed out his heavy breath. He did not want to keep any secrets from Bara. Bara is Satria's father. It is appropriate that the man knows what is included in the life of his son.
“Satria out applying for girls,” said Zeo.
The forehead of the Bara is wrinkled. He didn't hear wrong, did he?
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