
The Alastar family was gathered in the living room. Deon's gaze sharpened on her son, while Nafisa stroked her husband's arm to reduce the emotions. Nafisa did not want to until her husband beat her son.
"What made you want to change schools?" Ask Deon.
"I just want to hang out with you guys... Is that wrong?" alex answered his father and asked back.
"It's not wrong son, mother even happy you moved here. Mother doesn't want to be far from one of your daro."
Nafisa moved to sit in the middle of her two sons and hugged both of them affectionately.
"But it's not time for you to move here Alex, please understand" Deon said.
"Why dad, is there something that dad and grandpa are hiding from me. Grandpa also forbade me to move, tell me to understand why you're banning me," Alex urged Deon to explain why he should stay in Canada and be able to move when he steps up.
"Dad can't tell you now son. In time you will know," said Deon was not affected by the insistence of his eldest son.
"It's okay if you can't tell me now. But I'm gonna move on agree or not. It's my own decision."
"ALEX!!! since when did you dare to fight father," hardik Deon approached his son memeang both his shoulders made him stand up.
"Dad, don't let your emotions run, let's take your hand off Alex's shoulder. Mommy won't rebuke me if I hit Alex." Nafisa complains of threats to tear her husband down. Then she tried to release her husband's hand which was squeezing firmly on her son's shoulder but not the bus.
Arthur could only stare at it. Arthur did not dare to help his brother, because he himself was afraid to see the anger of his father. His father could have taken his brother to the boxing room and fought there. It's possible that dad didn't want his mother to stay in him for up to a week.
"Father let go, or mother will not rebuke father like that time." Nafisa again threatened her husband.
Alex just looked at his father and alternated with his mother giving a sweet smile so that mother does not worry. Alex knew that his father would not hit him in front of his mother.
Deon let go of his hands on both shoulders, leaving them to go upstairs not to the room but to the study.
"Aren't you papa, son?" tanya Nafisa cupped her son's face.
Alex held her mother's hand, "I'm fine bun.. Mother take it easy father won't hurt his son."
"You rest, yes" said Nafisa told the two sons to rest.
"Mother must also rest, let brother take to the room." Alex embraces the mother walking together up the stairs.
"Good break mom." Alex kisses her round cheeks with Arthur.
Nafisa kissed her two sons on the forehead. Upon entering Nafisa's room, she found no husband inside.
"More I'll just leave you alone..."
Mother Nafisa rested, laying herself down.
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"*Assalamualaikum dadd."
"Waalaikumsalam dear."
"Daddy's calling a malem like this?"
"Happy birthday princess beautiful daddy. I'm sorry daddy hasn't been able to go back to Indonesia."
"Thank you daddy, no papa dadd I understand. Daddy has to keep his health there."
"You too, baby, daddy will send you a gift."
'I just want daddy to come home, that's enough for me*' Inner Queen.
"Ready dad, I'm waiting."
After the connection was cut off, Queen cried deeply. It felt like the girl's secretary was asking for her daddy to just go home.
'The 'Square' door to the Queen's room was opened from the outside by Arcell. Arcell entered to see his sister had not slept, the man approached and sat on the edge of his sister's bed.
"Princess crying?"
Queen lowered her head to wipe away the tears flowing down her cheeks. Then he looked at his brother shake.
"No bang, my eyes are just a flickering," said Queen reassured her brother.
Arcell nodded in confidence, "Happy birthday dear, brother deliberately did not say anything. It's a gift for you."
Arcell handed the gift to Queen. Arcell kissed his sister's forehead and hugged her warmly.
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