My girlfriend's my Classmate's sister
Part 201 Caught

Days passed, the letter Dendy was waiting for finally came, but unfortunately not Dendy who received but his mother. Mama Tari was surprised, she did not know when Dendy signed up as she remembered Dendy never asked her permission to register.

"where's the letter from ma...?" tanya Dendy approached her mother who was fixated on her doorstep. Dendy saw the envelope with the campus logo.

"this means what Den...?!" ask mama Dance with a high tone

Dendy snatches the letter her mother held "nothing ma" Dendy re-enters her house.

"Dendy!! Mama's not done talking!"

"mama read it, right? why ask" Dendy went into his room

What he feared happened also, Dendy was inexhaustible with the attitude of his parents who suddenly wanted him to stay away from Dina.

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That night, Dendy didn't go out to eat. He avoided asking both of his parents questions. He is tired of every problem, it must end with a debate.

Dendy just came down when all the residents of the house were asleep. He stepped his feet slowly so as not to wake up all the inhabitants of the house.

When it felt safe, he left the house. He wanted to clear his mind, he went around the city and ended up in the park that he often went to with Dina.

Dendy pondered, rethinking everything he had done. There is a feeling of guilt for lying to both parents. Suppose that all the prohibitions of his father have a strong reason, of course he will try to understand.

He couldn't possibly have told Dina this. He knew Dina would definitely choose to give in, and obey what her father Dendy wanted. He is not ready if he has to take off Dina.

Dendy avoided her papa for days. He deliberately went and came home late at night. This time he wanted to be selfish, to keep what he wanted.

One year apart from Dina makes Dendy already can not stem his desire. They both have something in common, both cannot be far from each other, both cannot live a long-distance relationship.

"Den.papa wants to talk to you!" dendy's papa went into Dendy's room

Dendy was silent, he already knew what his papa would discuss.

"why didn't you tell me you've already enrolled in college?!"

"what did I say? most will also be banned" replied Dendy ketus

"father doesn't forbid you, only you better focus on your own lectures first!"

"just the point is I have to decide on Dina!" answer Dendy did not lose ketus

"father's orders remain the same, if you go to college with Dina you have to break up with her!!" dendy's papa came out of his room

"but pa....!" dendy Protest

"no but-button Den...!!" dendy's papa left Dendy's room

"aaarrggh......" Dendy slammed the door of her room, she was so emotional not knowing what the reason for her papa to forbid her to be close to Dina.

From the first moment I saw Dina, I felt like I knew her. His face was so similar, his smile spoke was so similar. I feel like I'm going back in time. My unbeautiful teenage years, my timid, insecure self, have always been the subject of my friends' banter.

There was one friend of mine who never made fun of me. He's always been nice to me, sometimes when my friends have gone too far he'll take me away from the crowd of friends who make fun of me.

She's a beautiful girl, jolly yet softly said. He is smart, kind and never picky friends. Her name is Verawati Budiono, my first love that I will never forget. His house is located not far from Junior High X where we both attended school.

Even though she was always nice to me, I didn't dare to approach her. I can only admire him from far away. Who am I, just a student who looks innocent, and unattractive, while he has many friends, and many who admire him.

Stupidly I didn't get to know him any closer. My parents moved to the next town so inevitably I followed my parents to move and change schools of course.

I knew him for only three months, in my first year of high school at Junior High X. After that I never again knew the news, until finally when I graduated college, I returned to this city, the first person I looked for was Verawati.

I went to his old house, it was sold for a long time. From the new owner of the house I found out that Vera was engaged and was getting married.

Dismissed my hope, it's my fault I haven't been to this town since. I really wanted to meet him, and show him who I am. Not anymore innocent and shy Doni, but different Doni.

I remember, Vera had a close friend back in Junior High. I went to see him, because their house wasn't too far away. From Vera's close friend I found out what Vera was like when she grew up, and where she lived.

On her wedding day I could only see her from afar, so beautiful in a white dress. And the surprising thing is that Vera is married to one of the people who made fun of me.

I'm angry, I'm disappointed, because Vera is married to someone who has hurt me. My desire to meet Vera I broke down.

Since then I have tried to forget all the things that happened when I was a teenager. I began to open my heart to others hoping to forget all.

Slowly I began to forgive Vera and her husband, more precisely Vera's husband. I built my family, trying to be a good husband and father.

Until then, a young girl came to my house, and it turned out to be my first child's boyfriend. I wonder who she is, the girl who looks similar to Verawati.

I tried to get close to the boy, and it turned out that he was really a good boy. He can make my son change for the better. I admire the charm of that child that can make my family warm, even my wife loves that child very much.

One time, the boy came home from my house, because I was curious I was following him. I'm just making sure if the kid's Vera's son or not. Besides, I want to know the background of the boy before the two of them get too close.

I knew Dendy my first child had almost the same traits as me. If you love someone you will never let go easily. And fixated on one woman, but about courage she inherited her mother nature.

He is more courageous to express what he feels. Dendy is a loving, loyal and creative child. Always making things simple can be awesome. That is the nature inherited from my wife

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