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Wejangan Parents

What is less than Mona? Physically very attractive, maybe even men out there would want to get it. Lah, this even Ancient want to throw it away.

It was also supported by Mr. Kukuh. From a male point of view, Mona is the perfect person. Because men usually look at women from the physical first.

It would be a lie to judge the character first, because it is difficult. First a man wants to greet a woman for what? It must be because it looks interesting and it's on Mona.

The character can be known when it is quite familiar and sometimes the character can be made a drama. Lying, fabricated.

"Dad, Mom, don't know the truth. Who understands our partner, yes he himself, not others. All of that could not be seen just the first time it met. Moreover, I've said, Mona has indeed changed," explained Purba.

"Yes, that's why he has changed. Why are your thoughts weird? You married another woman.

"Flooded," answered Purba briefly.

"What Son? Been out? Don't play with the hearts of other people's children, if you're married to Rara just because of your chaotic household circumstances, forget it! Better decide now. Before you guys are really official."

The ancient father was quite surprised. Why is his son now such an irresponsible figure? Just following lust, without careful thought.

Bu Purwanti could only remain silent. She stupefied. Can't believe the way her son thought.

"I don't mean I used it. But because I love him and it's hard to take him off, Dad. Comfort cannot be planned, nor can it be arranged" Purba said.

"okay! Alright. I can understand. True to you, comfort is difficult to plan, nor can it be forced. But you have to think again carefully, consider the risks."

"We're ready, Dad. Even already have a business that in the near future will open."

They continued to talk until almost evening until they moved into the room and then enjoyed their afternoon meals and daily lives were done accordingly

The night was primeval and Mona was peking at about 08:00 while her parents were resting in her room.

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"Akhs! Sick Well...! It hurts!" azkia shouted in the middle of her sobbing.

Azkia curled up in the corner of the room, sitting down, with both hands placed on her nape, she lowered her head to hold a broomstick from her stifling father.

"You're doing you, huh! Open up your HP. The insolent! Since when are you like that? Who is teaching? That's why I don't give you quota, let's not be naughty. Don't watch YouTube, games, it's just plain. Rich gini, here. The result is that his son is less!"

Gandi rebuked his son all-out, he did not realize that the hang in front of him was his biological child.

Azkia was caught holding Gandi's phone.

Azkia thought her father would sleep as usual, snoring. Maybe Azkia was also less careful, in a hurry to rush him to look for a mobile number that he knew in HP Gandi.

However, when Gandi shifts his body, he may feel that there is something suspicious, so Gandi's eyes opened and then widened when he saw Azkia in front of the table near the TV and clearly seen holding his cellphone.

Then Gandi woke up, straight to Azkia's ears. The phone fell both ways, because Azkia holds one phone for later if the lock screen hp the father has opened, Azkia will immediately record the phone number.

Gandi was immediately angry with Azkia, no matter the neighbors were disturbed because of Gandi's screams. However, the little boy had not had time to give an excuse, Gandi was already inflamed.

Several times Azkia spoke, interrupted by the loud voice of Gandi.

Gandi relentlessly shouted, then immediately took the broomstick that was outside. Until then Gandi can still control his anger, not using a broomstick. Sweep commonly used for the floor, not imagined if using it, because it must be hard from the handle. Azkia's body could crumble.

Azkia's hand was red-red with a broomstick. His skin feels sore, although it does not look blood, but the scratch makes the whole body sore and sore.

"Hikkz ... Well. pain, yeah ...sick." That's all Azkia could say.

**

Mrs Heti, who heard Azkia's cry, was worried. She couldn't sit back, and asked her husband to help the little boy.

"But ma'am, we can't interfere in other people's affairs. It would be wrong for us to have new problems and to be blamed as well." Bu Heti's husband did not dare to be rash.

"But it's a little boy, sir. No longer understand mother, she was flanked by her father, to say that sick. Come Sir... Come on!"

Ms. Heti tugged at her husband's hand, to come to Gandi's room.

"Pray for me, Mom. May the child be well" said Bu Heti's husband.

"He prayed, pray sir. But praying is not like eating chili, can immediately feel the spiciness. Directly gabulated tokcer."

Hetti's mom is no longer feeling. Heard the commotion from Azkia's room.

Mrs Heti was desperate to get out of the house, her husband followed, trying to stop his wife who was walking fast while squinting her negligent dress. He really wanted to know the state of Azkia. Fear of going out of control.

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