Prison of the Heart of the Former
(POV Liana) Papa?

After some time getting to know Andra, I thought he was a warm guy. Slowly, I lowered my guard on him. Our relationship began to look like a friend.

He never asked me anything, about my personal problems. In fact, when I stare cynically at papa. Yes, the man is back in our lives. I don't know what this guy wants.

Andra even just followed me out of my mom's nursery without a word. I know, there were a lot of questions running through his mind. But he hesitated to ask.

"Wanna eat?" bargained for.

I shake my head in denial. After all, there was no way I would leave my mother with that man. I'm afraid he'll make my mom cry again. No, that can't happen!

In the end, Andra just stood still beside me. Until the man left, I just stepped in with Andra.

"Ma, he doesn't talk like that, does he?" my many.

"Liana, be polite. He's your papa!" exciting mama.

I threw away the view. I don't think the way my mom thinks. Why would you defend that fucking guy? It could be bigger than her head, if she knew this.

"He's not my papa! Papa's been dead a long time!" reply upset.

"Liana!" My mom screams at me.

Upset by the attitude of my mother who always defended the man, I chose to leave from there. Too tired to fight with mom over the same problem.

"You shouldn't be talking rudely like that. No matter what your parents are, without them, you wouldn't be present in this world."

That voice made me look. Apparently, Andra was already standing in the back.

"Speaking is easy. You won't know what I'm feeling, if you don't feel it" I replied.

"At least, speak well to your mother. It's not worth it, you're talking that hard."

Again, I must thicken my ears to hear advice like this. "If you just wanted to lecture me, it wouldn't be useful. Go!"

I'd rather throw him out than hear the man's ramble. While glancing back, it turned out that Andra was still standing there. I breathed heavily seeing his presence.

"Where," I answered.

I put my feet away from him. I need some space to calm down. Every time I meet a man, who unfortunately is my real father, it's always an unstable emotion.

Seeing her again, seeing my mom again, made me inflamed. Mom did not seem to mind his arrival.

"Liana!"

This voice, isn't this the voice of the man? What else does he want? Can't he just stay out of my life?

"What's up, you, calling me?" I talk in a formal way.

Just tell him that this man's position, no longer matters in my life since twenty years ago. I could see his sad look.

"Can't you forgive papa?" her door.

"I'm sorry? It's easy to say, you, say sorry, after what happened to my life" my siss.

"But papa is still your papa, son," he said.

The man's face looks beautiful. Unfortunately, I was unmoved to forgive him.

"Papa? I don't have papa. He's been dead a long time!" my peek.

I took a deep breath before continuing my words. "Go, and don't appear in front of me!"

Today, I twice kicked someone out. My tears are back. The pain in my heart, as if to kill me. Lord, how long do I have to accept this pain? Is there no happiness for me?

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Sorry, today a little bit first yes. I again ready the first 3 chapters for the next novel.will stop by ya. see you again