
Some days the time is both very difficult, lately her husband often comes home at night, often overtime.
His twin son often asked his Papa who now rarely can accompany him to play,. Things like this that make Nay sad, children like not excited, not like a dormant and cheerful...
"Nda, Lindu Papa.." his twin son whined with his eyes already glazed over, ready to spout hot lava in both eyes.
"Other dear work, make toys, buy milk and snacks you two." Nay tries to explain about his Papa, that his Papa is busy looking for money.
"No, buy snacks, buy toys, buy milk! Ita drinking white ail ndak pa-pa! Ita au Papa, mah!" both of them remained in his stance, Papa and Papa were nothing else.
Nay takes his breath away, trying not to share his emotions in the face of the behavior of his twin son who today passed his spoiled.
"Bobok is the same Mother."
"Darken, ndak au!"
"Keep what? don't make Mother dizzy, briefly if the mother is tired how?" tanya Nay tried to negotiate with her son.
"Sick thing?"
"A little dizzy!"
Hearing the mother is dizzy, finally her twin sons want to be invited to the room, want to bobo noon in a thousand ways so that they do not whine to ask her Papa.
Actually not bear, but how else her husband is busy for the construction of a new project.
After returning home from work, Nay wants to talk about his son's problems from heart to heart, so that his son does not lose the affection of his Papa. The figure of the man he misses and is proud of is his Papa.
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The two of them were still outside the office, the scorching weather made Dara slightly overheated with flushed cheeks. As much as possible Dara keeps the image of the arrogant master, does not want to be seen by women, the weak. With a very slick Dara can hide, occasionally sharing her smile.
"Just like sir!" Ara again greeted the workers, a charming smile rising at the corner of her lips Ara.
"Beautiful smile, Buk." The workers throw jokes.
"Hehehe the fathers could have been the candlestick." said Ara.
"Jelek that I say beautiful, later can be big head you sir.."celtuk Reksa who lamented to hear the talk of Dara and other workers.
"Sir arrogant sir sucks, can-can his call himself ugly," Ara just kept mumbling to hear the insults of his boss who missed the road divider.
"Welehhhh what is this father? beautiful like this kog said ugly, if you don't want to make me, Mr. Reksa." Said Pak Harto as building construction contractor for the new project of Abadi Group company.
"Ara responded with a smile."
No words came out of his lips, the sense of the sagging soaring listening to the conversation of the arrogant master and the contractor boss.
As much as possible, Ara closed her ears, pretending she did not hear anything, rather than her heartache.
"Emang Ara's stuff? wear it in the throw like a bullet repel sport," his inner Ara was eager to cover his mouth arrogant master with duct tape, let his mouth stop to speak unimportantly.
"People take it!" said Reksa a little sewot left the place Ara and Pak Harto.
"Don't enter the heart, buk! just kidding!" said Mr. Harto is not happy when offending him.
"No, sir, it's normal hehehe.." Said Ara accompanied by a joke...
There was no conversation thrown from the two, Ada chose to stay away and look for the whereabouts of the arrogant lord. Although his words were ugly at heart, but there was a bad taste too long chatting with people who were new to know.