President Bucin
Meet Again
Happy Thursday to my thin mustachioed brother. Greetings from the sweet girl dimpled.
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"Hey boy what do you see." A voice interrupted Deena's activities right in front of her. His gaze was interrupted with the younger brother, replaced with a Navy suit.
The girl snorted in annoyance. "What the heck om, make a surprise just know ga, anyways try om here." The girl's great-grandson with a sewot face.
"You should've loved me like they did." Sindir man in front of him while pointing the two scholarship students with his chin.
Before Hanska reached out to Deena to greet her, the girl had already grabbed Hanska's hand and kissed the back of the man's hand with her tiny lips.
Hanska's eyes rounded for a split second, there was a strange sigh running through his heart. Unlike the other female students, they just shook her hand while looking down a little, while Deena immediately kissed her hand. Strange thing for Hanska.
"Please hand over the award." Said the man beside Hanska while handing over the Charter and the plaque was received by Hanska and handed it to Deena. "Lumayan. rather slow." Said the man as he passed.
Deena me glared her eyes irritated at Hanska who had gone down the podium.
Deena and the other students have also dropped back to their respective places. While walking the girl gave her a two-finger gesture of pointing her eyes and thrusting her finger towards Hanska like Deena would be striking her eyes.
Like saying. Look out for you old man, I'm watching you!
The man sat quietly.
"That sullen cock that got the award." Ejek Aleta pinched Deena's cheek.
Deena is ria. "Well see you again with that statue." Upset Deena stomped her feet.
Aleta looked confused. "Om sculpture?" The parrot repeated Deena's words. "Who?"
"I got an internship at the biggest company." Elak Deena tries to divert Aleta's questions.
Aleta smiled widely. "Asyikk town." Aleta's girang whispered a little because the event was still going on.
Deena was thinking about where her retaliatory plans would begin.
"Deena! Come home papa." A stifled growl was clearly heard from Bakara's words to his daughter. While from behind him came the sound of a clutter.
Plakk.
The sound of a slap was clearly heard filling the middle room of the Bakara house. "Where have you been for a few days?! The hostel supervisor said you weren't in the dormitory for 3 days while you weren't home either!" Bakara's wrath was consumed by Larasati's speech.
His sister slandered Deena by saying Deena did not come home for three days, then returned with a bald adult man with a distended stomach the same age as Bakara.
Of course the latter was a lie, Deena was indeed a three-day camping permit, and it was true she was escorted to the dorm by an adult man but neither Hanska nor Arga, either, they are not as old as his father let alone bald head and distended stomach. It was a stupid lie, and the father foolishly believed it without concrete evidence.
"Basic jal*ng! you were even ushered home by an old man! just embarrass me." Bakara snapped out his emotions.
"Let's just think about your health, Deena's still a teenager, she still doesn't understand how to take care of herself from the outside world." Sujuk Ratih rubbed her husband's straight back. Sounds like defending, but the reality is dropping.
Deena held her right cheek. "What does papa mean? Papa accuse me?" Bela Deena doesn't accept being slandered.
Bakara. "Just like you're with your mother, equally cheesy." Unknowingly the man spoke. "Papaa!! Don't call me a cheap mama, the woman next to the cheesy papa, she's an actor!" Tetany Deena.
Plakk. Plakk
"Here you are the child of self-knowledge." Bakara snapped Deena's hair and dragged her daughter from the first floor to the ground floor. "People are sick.." Ringis Deena tried to remove Bakara's fist from her hair.
Brakkk's.
Klikkkp.
"Stay there, reflect on what you've done for a week.You can't go anywhere." Bakara said while locking the iron door is like an animal cage. Larasati and her mother smiled with satisfaction.
Such was the estimate in his mind Larasati.
"Basic jal*ng! you were even ushered home by an old man! just embarrass me". Bentak Batara evaporated his emotions. Ratih was about to start an uplifting move to take down Deena, but quickly the girl interrupted.
"huh, that's so funny papa." He chuckled his youngest child while standing holding the right cheek that was throbbing from the father's slap.
Deena vowed to pay it back many times. "I need proof, where's the proof I got home with an old man?" Deena replied firmly but calmly. Bakara fell silent furrowing his brows.
"Nothing? then I'll go back to the room." Deena said passed up the stairs with a satisfied heart to make Larasati cobbled.
Before Deena entered the room, she heard the father's screams. "Pull me out if I embarrass Deena." Threat Bakara.
"Haa.. Bald head man and distended stomach he said. If only the statue had heard, I could not imagine his face." Kekeh Deena shook her head inexhaustibly.
He looked at the ceiling of the room. His gaze became blurry as tears had piled up preparing to descend. "Ma.. what the hell makes a cruel papa the same Dee? Dee wrong what ma?" Heard his words.
Deena pinched both cheeks filled her as if it could hold back her tears. He got up from the bed to the bathroom.
Here another
In the room dominated by dark brown mixed with gold, Hanska sat on his oversized chair while squinting his eyes through the mind that looked far away. He recalled something that had intrigued him in the past few days since his encounter with a girl named Deena.
Although vague, when Hanska threw Deena into his car on the first day they met, he was sure there was something on the nape of the girl.
Drrtts. Drtts. Drrtts. I heard a call coming in.
First Lady ' Is Calling.
The man pursed his nose while sliding the green button. "My love, my mama has left your lunch, don't forget to eat, son." A distinctive and soft voice greeted his ear drum. Rihlah Alzavier's. The beloved mother.
"Honey don't call other men love, I don't like that! you're just mine!" There was a sound of protest from a distance, though faint to the ears of people in general but not to the trained ears of Hanska.
The man rolled lazy eyes. Definitely dad.
Regantara Alzavier, a name that makes many people reluctant even though only paying respect, but very purified to the wife, very possessive until his own child He jealous.
"Hey dad, remember the age." Amazed Hanska saw the behavior of the father who has been almost 60 years it still continues to think of him as a love rival.
"At least when I was your age, my son was already a big boy." The back of the father won't lose. Hanska Kicep can't be dodged.
"Look at you already walked 34 years, later if you are too long married, when you are like father, your son just entered paud. Huhuh." There was a bad laugh from across the street. Telak's words made Hanska not warty. Hanska took a breath.
"Hear your jade was found by a girl? Who's He? bring me here to introduce you to mama." Tanya Rihlah remembered her original purpose of calling the child.
"Hemm, ah how about it, Hans is having a meeting. Bye. love you." Hanska said in a row immediately turned off his call without hearing the answer from the mother.
It can be messed up if the father makes fun of him again.
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To Be Continue >>>>