Pelita Hati Bunda
The House of Mr. Devan

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Keep silent by thinking of ways to escape and get away from Mr. Devan. From earlier just listening to the joke between Ara and Mr. Devan who is non-stop. Ah, that sucks.

It feels like my tubers have also started to boil with all the treatment of Mr. Devan. There was no guilt and just kept smiling and even laughing with Ara.

Not only that, but with pleasure he even invited Ara to sing to follow the children's song that he played in the car.

Had Mr. Devan been really kind and sincere maybe I wouldn't have behaved like this to him but in fact, all of that I really couldn't see from him.

Is he really kind and sincere but I alone can not see because it is closed to hatred for men because of Aditya mas?

If there is no hatred is it possible that I can see the kindness and sincerity of Mr. Devan?

Mr. Devan was so determined to apologize, he had no word to give up and continue to prove it but why everything he did made me hate him even more.

"The hoe hoe is a deep hoe, the ground is loose the corn I planted!"

"The hoe hoe of the deep hoe, planted corn in our garden..."

The sound of the two clashing together and both filled the narrow space enclosed within this car.

Ara's funny voice and Mr. Devan's real voice can not be doubted very beautiful. The combination is very beautiful and also very suitable, but in fact can not entertain a very large heart in anger.

I kept looking out of the window thinking how I could escape Mr. Devan. There's no way that Ara and I will stay at her house. What does the world say?

Not only that, but I would be horrified to live there and meet Mr. Abraham. I would definitely be very embarrassed to be caught lying, whether he would understand my circumstances which eventually led to having to lie.

"Mother, let's sing together with father om too," asked Ara.

Ara who had been standing and advancing her body was also holding the backrest sat by Mr. Devan now turned to look at me. He saw his face that he really wished I could participate in their concert.

"Hem," I shook my head because I was so lazy. Let alone to sing just make a sound it feels very lazy.

"Mother's not dizzy, right? Mother won't get drunk, will she?" tanyakanya.

Maybe Ara thinks that I'm dizzy and will get drunk because of the silence, when it's true that I was drunk to be angry with Mr. Devan who was so admired by Ara.

"Yes, Nay. Come on, the city's having fun. How not tired of being angry and frowning continues like that. Do not be afraid of the wrinkles will be his face," said Mr. Devan.

It's really nice, he said. Had he been in my position would he have kept talking so casually and easily like this?

"Yes, Mother. Do not frown if too often later his face will eat crackers later mother kayak grandmother loh," said Ara.

Hadeuh, it looks like Ara has really been the talk of Mr. Devan who is always sweet, for a long time Ara will be more compact with Mr. Devan to fight me.

"Come, Mother. We sing together, "I keep quiet even though Ara has asked to sing along with them is still very hot of my heart when I see Mr. Devan what else sees his smile look more annoying.

"Give fertilizer to be fertile, plant corn regularly," Again they sing together.

"Ih, mother is not cool," protested Ara when she saw me did not open her mouth at all and kept silent.

Ara's lips pursed she looked so upset that I didn't follow what she wanted. While Mr Devan? I see him smiling again, ahh! I wanted to hit her so that she would stop smiling and turn to frown to replace what I was feeling.

But even if I hit him repeatedly it won't make this pain move. But, if I do that, what is the difference between me and those who are so heartless and always hurt.

"Eh, Nay. That's why there's snot," Mr. Devan glanced at Ara behind through the rearview mirror that was in front of him.

My hand went straight to check myself and checked my nose. But just sticking Devan sir back to sound.

"Ting tong, ting tong dut" he said.

"Haha! Dad is so funny. Ahaha!" So hard Ara laughed.

Now I know that I was just lied to by Mr. Devan. He smiled back.

So embarrassed I was at this moment instantly turned my face away from the two of them. However, seeing and hearing their laughter accidentally both ends of the lips were attracted. I smile.

"Yee, you're smiling again! Yee!" Ara cried out in joy at seeing me who was smiling. Even though I had most of my face but it still seems that I smiled when I also accidentally did it.

Mr. Devan also looks excited to see me who is smiling, quickly I pull back my smile and turn back into a frown.

The car stopped and was immediately seen in front of us a house so large with a yard so very wide. There is a garden and also a fish pond in the middle of the yard.

His house had so many stairs before entering the main door of his house as if it were on top. The house is white and very clean.

Before long the car stopped the door opened and two guards opened it. Not only that, but there were two women dressed in black and white uniforms.

"This is our house, Dad?" I think Ara liked the house so much. He could see a very real beauty in the house.

"Yes, dear Ara. This is our home. We down?" tanyakanya.

Ara nodded and immediately came down but not yet perfectly her feet touched the paving of one of the mbak earlier helped her, even she also directly carried Ara.

"Hello beautiful, introduce me to Neny's sister" she said very gently to Ara who was already in her arms.

"And this is Sister Kila" he added, introducing one of his friends to Ara.

"Suster?" Ara's eyes were rounded.

"Dad, how are there sisters? Ara is not sick, Ara also does not want to be injected."

Two guards, two sisters and Devan sir they all smiled because Ara didn't know.

"They are not sisters who will inject Ara but those who will accompany Ara main" replied Mr. Devan.

"Oh," Ara understood now.

"Hello sister Neny hello sister Kila," she said that she had no fear at all even to those she had just met.

"Hello baby, we're in, yes" Sister carrying Ara immediately walked in following one nun who pulled one suitcase had Ara while mine was pulled by one guard.

Seeing Ara who was so happy to get the welcome I forgot to get off and it turned out I was still in the car.

"Nayla, do you want to be carried like Ara?" Mr. Devan bowed and looked at me from the open windshield of the car.

Not that I wanted to be carried by Mr. Devan but I was so lazy to get out of the car Wanting it felt like I was back home but there was no way I could go back without Ara.

"Here I am fat," he said grimacingly.

His hand was stretched out long to reach me but I did not welcome it and I descended myself from the next door.

"No need to be in a car? Lots of stairs, if you are tired how? Oh right, when it gets to your stomach there's my son and he's tired of how?" he said with a little whisper.

One guard who was there remained standing still holding both hands and also as if he had not heard what his master had said.

Really, one person. Sucks.

I didn't budge and immediately walked to chase after Ara. I don't want to linger with this perverted and restless man either.

But again Mr. Devan acted as he pleased he who pretended to walk behind me suddenly lifted my body as if lifting the baby's body so lightly.

"Sir!" my screeches.

Reflexes for fear of falling both hands directly draped around his neck.

"What, Nay. Already yes, do not scream again long broken my ears."

Though he answered, he also walked. "And yes, shut up or I throw it in the pool." Threatened him. Although his voice was very slow but the threat was so frightening.

I don't want Mr. Devan to sneak my hands off his neck and cross over his chest. This is better, right?

The house is huge and amazing. There are several guards at each point who really attach great importance to security.

All those who saw also kept silent and did not comment anything. He looks so respectful to Mr. Devan, obviously.

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