Roses, Not Balsa
Other Side

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Arsy's eyes are really spoiled with all the very complete sewing equipment in one place only. No need for a market router that must be very hot and dense just to get the target item, now Arsy has managed to get it so calmly and comfortably without any anger. There is an AC in the store.

Everything was complete, just stayed in line for a while at the cashier and he could already bring all the equipment he chose.

"Thank God, thank you, Mom. If Mas does not show this place maybe Arsy will never know a very recommended place" said Arsy.

He still continued to hold onto the trolley and turned towards Frans who was next to him by holding Laili who was asleep.

"Together" Frans replied briefly. Although only short but able to make the heart of Arsy so happy. His heart also trembled as Frans looked at him so fixedly.

"Ma-mas why are you looking at me like that?" ask Arsy. Quickly he turned his face away from Frans.

"Hem, n-no." Frans was nervous about Arsy's question. He also immediately turned his head in the other direction to hide the nervousness that was coming at once.

"That's it, come on." Take Frans. His face when he looked in front of him was empty.

"Hem," Arsy nodded. He pushed the trolley to the cashier.

"This is all, Ma'am?" ask the cashier.

"Already, Ma'am," Arsy replied. His hands also moved starting to take out one by one his chosen items.

The cashier no longer replied, he just nodded kindly and started counting everything.

"The total is three million four hundred and fifty-four, Ma'am" he said.

"Wear this, Ma'am." With a little trouble Frans took out a wallet in his pocket and took a credit card in it.

"Well, Mas." card received.

"Thank you, Mum. Arsy promised to return it as soon as possible." Actually not good. Had it not been for Ms. Tantri's request, Arsy would not have received any help from Frans. But since Ms. Tantri was like her own mother she finally accepted it.

"You take it easy, there's no need to rush back. If there is a new return," replied Fransaya smiling.

His smile was again able to move Arsy's heart, but quickly Arsy thinned him because he did not want much hope and most obviously he did not want to hurt again.

'No, Arsy. Don't do that. That's not true.' Inner Arsy.

"Why are you, you're okay, right?" ask Frans. It looked strange when he saw Arsy who suddenly fell silent.

"No, Arsy's fine, Mas." Arsy's straight to mediocrity. He did not want his strange behavior to raise suspicion of Frans. He did not want to notice that suddenly present in his heart would be known Frans, even though he himself was not sure.

"After this we eat first. You or Laili must be hungry."

"It doesn't matter, Mas. We can eat at home."

"It's okay, eating out once in a while." Frans' desire is absolutely indisputable. What he wants must come true.

Arsy was silent, he resigned and did not dare to protest again after that. Protests will mean nothing.

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The chicken restaurant became Frans' choice to pamper his stomach, not only him, but also Arsy and Laili.

"How about, dear Laili. Chicken good?" ask Frans softly. Looking at Laili's lowered face and focusing on her plate.

Laili nodded in spirit, she also raised her face to look at Frans. "That's a big boy, Om. Laili's been eating chicken this well."

It was so sad that Arsy heard it. Let alone to buy a good chicken, just a fried chicken on the roadside alone Arsy must really try hard to make it happen.

If only Adi could understand, if he could give an overflow of affection to him and also Laili, surely Laili would not thirst for the affection of a father like now. He will always be content and can eat whatever he wants. Butno.

'Arsy, don't remember that anymore. Everything has passed, now you can buy anything for Laili without having to beg Mas Adi who has no mercy.' Inner Arsy.

His remaining pain made him shed tears by looking at Laili. He was so lost to see the happiness of his son.

Arsy was so surprised, he turned his head as a handkerchief greeted his wet cheek. Arsy turned his head and found Frans who was trying to dry his tears.

Frans shook his head, as if he knew what Arsy was thinking. "Now, don't regret everything that happened. Time for you to move on with your life, pick up your happiness and Laili." Frans. She smiles.

Arsy was speechless, feeling Frans' handkerchief so softly greet his face.

If Adi could be like Frans, maybe Arsy would be very happy. His life will never get into trouble and will find no flaws.

"Thank you" Arsy stammered. He immediately distanced his face as well as took over Frans' handkerchief and dried his own tears. He doesn't want any trouble after this.

"Hem," Frans just nodded. Take off the handkerchief without objection. Maybe Arsy is uncomfortable with his treatment.

'I promise, Arsy. Someday I will make you happy. I'll never let you get in trouble. Enough of your suffering because of Adi yesterday, not after this, Frans' inner self is so confident.

"Uluh-ten sweetness. Widow son to each other old virgin." Cibir Siska's. He saw the scene of Arsy and Frans.

Both look at the same time.

There is a sense of annoyance, but there is also a sense of unease in the heart of Arsy. But he also does not want to continue to be insulted. Arsy looked fearlessly at Siska.

"Uluh-ten, there are women who seize the husbands of people. Is it not confident to get a virgin to bleat the husband of people?" Replace Arsy talking. He is starting to be brave now.

"You!" siska's eyes were wide-spun. He was so fierce after hearing the words of Arsy just now that so struck him. It was true, but it seemed that he was very angry.

"Yes me. What's up?" challenge Arsy, he also immediately moved as if he wanted to equalize the height of Siska.

"You should read before you speak, speak may, but do not be hurt if your speech is repaid with more painful. If you are silent and do not disturb others, of course, people will not dare to disturb you."

"The silent person does not mean afraid, the silent person has strong courage, he just wants to see how strong the opponent is. And yes! Silent people are not stupid, because usually silent people are smarter than people who just talk a lot."

Frans was so flabbergasted, he could not believe that it turned out that Arsy had a side of courage that had not been known by many people. Maybe it was the suffering he went through that taught him all that courage.

"Bad!" Siska's hand was raised, she almost hit Arsy in the face. Frans was also surprised and stood up to stop. But turns?

"Keep your filthy hands away from me, or I won't hesitate to retaliate more than you do." Firm Arsy. His eyes flashed boldly after the hand also caught Siska's wrist and stopped it from reaching her face.

Gruffly Siska pulled out her hand, of course also with great anger. Feeling ashamed of losing and being everyone's spectacle, Siska immediately waltzed away quickly. Of course he does not want to be embarrassed, when in fact he himself embarrassed himself.

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