My Love My Bride
the coming of Ajeng (part 2)

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"Who, Ma'am?" Risa's high-pitched question made Ajeng's chest instantly rumble.

"So right, Papa lives with j*lang in this place." Batin Ajeng's.

As much as Ajeng energy held his feelings when the voice of the papa was heard as well.

"Look, Ris. Maybe your friend" Pras said.

"Ish, who the hell!" decihnya slow.

"Who's Ma'am?" ask again.

Baby Zee's nanny asked, Ajeng has barged in.

"It's Ajeng, Pa." Ajeng said in a loud voice but sounded vibrating.

Uhhuk.

"Ajengs?"

While wiping the coffee on the tip of his lips, Pras rushed to Ajeng. It was clearly a shock that the middle-aged man could not cover.

"Darling? Who are you here with?" pras asked wrongly. He was not a good father, but he never wanted his bad side to be seen by his daughter.

"Oh, so this is the fucking kid." Inner Risa.

While holding Zee, Risa approached Pras gracefully. A forcefully carved smile was ready to welcome Ajeng's arrival.

"To sit down, Mas. Zee, there's Brother Ajeng. Salim, Honey." Said Risa extending Baby Zee's hand.

He stared at that beautiful little face. His heartbeat raced while the boy's innocent smile greeted him. Damn again, the boy stretched out his hand to be held by Ajeng.

"Well, Zee knows this is brother. I don't usually ask for someone new to know. That's right, if the blood is thicker than water."

"Of course, there are you. Come sit down, honey. Have you had breakfast yet? Risa, make breakfast for Ajeng." Tell Pras while embracing Ajeng's shoulders. Pras even dyed the head of Ajeng who was still silent with forced steps.

"Pa, Ajeng wants to talk." Saying Ajeng without further ado.

"Speak what, honey? Then just talk, Papa misses you. How's college? Is there anything to pay for?" tanya Pras who rubbed the sofa that Ajeng would occupy.

"Heh, he must be here to ask for money. Pretending to be loved more by Mas Pras," decih Risa in his heart.

"Nothing, Pa. Aunt Widiya has taken care of everything." Sahut Ajeng slowly.

Hearing Ajeng's reply, Pras could not hide his dislike facial features. However, he still exists, but Hesty actually asked Widiya who takes care of all Ajeng's needs and valuable assets on behalf of her daughter.

What did that woman do? Enjoying the old days with your social friends? Really disappointing. Much different from the figure of Hesty he used to know.

"Ma ...."

"Jeng, did you deliberately take the morning flight, son? What time is the flight?"

"Jeng came here by train, Pa."

"What's? You take the train? Wh why? Don't tell me Widiya didn't give you money." Pras telihat started to ride apitam.

"It's not so, Pa. Aunt ...." Ajeng's sentence came to a halt as the tip of his eyes caught Risa's figure approaching her.

"He must have used Ajeng's money for his own purposes. Aren't you, Mas? Isn't she the wife of a former official? Definitely to buy branded goods. Heh, that's a sneaky base." Accuse Risa who came with a plate of sandwiches she placed on the table.

"Tante Widiya is not like that. Stay away from me! J*lang like you shouldn't be in front of me." Firmly Ajeng with a sharpened gaze directed at Risa.

Risa gaping hearing Ajeng's statement. His heart growled with a stern look.

Meanwhile, Pras clenched his hand. Trying to hold back emotions by throwing your face away.

"Mas. Did you hear what your son called me? Don't just shut up, Mas!" Pekik Risa's.

"If not j*lang then what, huh? What a proper name for you. L*nte?"

Plaque.

One slap that Risa threw made an instant silence. Ajeng. While Pras immediately stood up and pulled Risa's hand. Pras violently threw Risa to the end of the sofa.

"How dare you, Risa." His impact.

"Mas!"

"Away from Ajeng, Pa."

Pras's move stopped. His heart trembled seeing tears trickling down Ajeng's cheeks. It was clearly disgust. Disgust in him from the look of Ajeng's eyes that were in tears.

"Darling .... Papa's sorry." Pras' voice sounded trembling.

"For what, Pa?" Ajeng's voice was no less vibrating. The girl held back the raging feeling in her heart.

"Stay there, Pa." Prevent Ajeng when he sees his papa starting to approach.

"Ajeng hates Papa. Papa's selfish. Papa doesn't love Ajeng anymore. Papa doesn't care about mom. Papa thinks only of himself. Hate hers!" his screeches.

"Eh! What you hate is your mom. Basic ...."

"Shut up, You! Don't ever mention anything about my mama with that dirty mouth of yours. A carcass like you, far away is smelly. So don't ever come near me!" Hardik Ajeng with his unsettling gaze.

"Enough, Ajeng. You came here just to ruin Papa's mood, huh? Risa's right, not just papa's wrong. You're not fair to just blame papa." Tegas Pras.

Risa gave a happy smile to hear that. He growled impatiently to see Ajeng become the target of Pras' anger.

"Believe your mother too. He just squandered the money and left you alone." Imbuh Pras's.

"Mama is like that because she knows how you behave" she said, wiping her tears.

"It does not mean you justify his attitude, Ajeng. Your mom was selfish too. He's selfish too." Rigorously. Staring sharply at Ajeng who sobbed while reaching for something from inside his bag.

"Ajeng is disappointed in Papa." Ajeng said in a heavy voice while putting rough a paper on the table.

The girl passed by leaving her papa, walking briskly towards the door that turned out to be slightly open.

"Ajengs. Where are you going?" tanya Pras grabbed her daughter's arm.

"Detach, Pa. Ajeng wants to go home. Mama was right to leave Ajeng to Aunt Widiya. At least Aunt Widiya loves Ajeng more than Papa." Ajeng said while releasing his papa's hand.

Stunned pras. He only realized when he heard the sound of the door being closed violently.

"Mas. If Mas follows Ajeng, Risa will leave your life, Mas." Prevent Risa with her loud voice.

Pras turned around, settling sharply at Risa.

"Maas ...."

Visible look Risa's face that began to feel afraid, realizing the unusual look of Pras' eyes. Sure enough, the man grabbed her hand and forcefully pulled her into the room.

"How dare you threaten me. This hand, this hand is already presumptuous for daring to slap my daughter." His frown with a stern look.

"Aw! Pain, Mas," he whined.

"Sick, huh? Then what about me? My own daughter said she hated me. Do you think Ajeng didn't feel any pain when you sassy slapped him? I never raised my hand on my daughter. How dare you!"

Plaque.

One slap made Risa stagger. Unfortunately for Risa, Pras has not felt enough with just one slap. The man forcefully pulled and slapped Risa again and again.

Not the slightest sense of pity was seen from the look of Pras' eyes. Even when Risa gathered to beg for forgiveness because of the tip of her lips that had been bleeding.

Risa screamed as Pras grabbed her hair and pulled her to stand up. Seeing Risa's face turning blue on several sides, then make Pras wake up and drop a grip on Risa's hair.

Lisa fell on the floor. He was crying so much while feeling the pain in his body as well as his heart.

Meanwhile Pras stepped out of the room with emotions still controlling himself. He intends to follow Ajeng and make sure his daughter is okay.

Pras steps stopped when the tip of his eye saw the paper that Ajeng had placed. The man walked closer to the table.

At first glance Pras saw Baby Zee who was carried by his nanny in one corner of the dining room. The little boy must have been afraid to hear his quarrel earlier.

Pras unfolded the paper.

"Absents from the Hospital? Who's sick?" Mumbled wonder.

Slowly Pras began to read the writing on the paper. In just a few seconds, his hands seemed to be trembling with legs that were starting to feel weak.

"Hesty's sick?"

Pras's face paled. His body fell on the sofa. Again read the letter. Without feeling the end of his eyes shed tears.

"I'm sorry, Hesty." Sesal Pras's.