Seducing Miss Introvert
FAMILY

Kiandra is no longer a child who ran away when she saw her sister-in-law. Now he is an adult, or so he believes. So he did not go, even though he really wanted to.

"Kian, come here." His mother grabbed him by the arm and took him to sit down.

Kiandra said nothing and complied.

"Is this a flower for mom?" ask her mother to pretend to be surprised.

Kiandra thinned her lips for a moment, then handed the simple bouquet to the woman who was over 70 years old sitting next to her.

"Thank you, son." his mother smiled happily.

Kiandra looked away and did not show any impressed look at all, because now she finally understood the reason why the mother said she was kangen and wanted her to come home with flowers.

"How are you doing?" Dave who sat in front of him asked.

The bright brown-eyed man with his pinched hair had no intention of answering.

"Then I went to the office and you weren't there." he continued.

Kiandra just grunted while trying not to see each other.

"Where's Daddy?" Kiandra asked her mother something else.

"In the study." the mother replied.

"I want to see Daddy." Kiandra stood up.

"Kian." Dave stood up.

"It seems.I forgot there was a lunch appointment with Dirut Sido Makmur." Kiandra tried to look appropriate in her attitude, although in her heart she was angry not playing.

"Mother has cooked your favorite rawon." the mother stood up to prevent her from leaving.

Kiandra's forehead is already wrinkled.

"You haven't met your Daddy either." Mother added. "You don't know, some days your Daddy's disease is frequent and even last week had to be hospitalized."

Kiandra was startled and turned to look at her mother's sad old face.

The atmosphere of a comfortable family room with some wood carving decoration was lonely without anyone talking.

Kiandra gulped. He always doesn't like to be put in this position. It is better that he is faced with a lot of work that makes his body and mind tired, than having to face things that make his mind torn.

"While waiting for lunch, meet your Daddy." his mother's voice broke in silence.

Kiandra's still not in action.

It eluses the shoulders of the only boy he gave birth to at the risk of his life. The boy who has now grown so big, that it is no longer possible to carry and hold as before.

"Kian.." call her with teary eyes.

Kiandra did not answer. He is upset with his mother who is fishing to come home, only for him to meet Dave.

In fact, his mother should be the most understanding, how he did not want to meet his sister-in-law.

"I'm going to see Daddy." with a heavy heart he decided. Then immediately left without seeing mom and Dave who had just looked at him with a burning feeling of longing.

His father's office was on the second floor and located at the corner of the main bedroom, giving Kiandra enough time to regulate emotions.

Along the corridor, Kiandra is shown a view from past photos.

His parents are fond of collecting photos and displaying on almost all the walls of the house, because according to them, memories are true treasures.

But this time, the pictures full of happiness in his past, only make him more disgusted.

He threw his face away, when he accidentally saw a laughing photo of a 10-year-old boy in the pelvis of a young man.

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"Would you accept, if Dad explained?" ask Dave grimly.

Dave's down. At the age of five heads, he was determined not to run again and face all. This time, not for the wife he loves. But for the sake of his beloved sister.

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"Daddy's mom said sick, why even play golf?" kiandra asked as soon as she opened her father's office door and found him practicing golf.

"Where's your greeting? you brash kid." His father, who was almost like an albino with white skin and hair, saw him for a moment, then hit the golf ball again.

Kiandra pursed her lips, then sat down and watched her father swinging a golf club.

"What about the gout?" ask him while holding his chin.

The man who was as tall as Kiandra was stopping his activities.

From a distance like this alone, Kiandra could hear her father's heavy breathing.

"You must not be practicing, your speech is bitter." Omel his father kept a golf club, took a bottle of mineral water and walked over.

"I'm not not doing anything. But I don't want to. My standards are high, different from Daddy's."

His father laughed, then sat down and drank the mineral water until it was almost finished.

The father and son were sitting next to each other in the workspace with many bookcases on the edge and a mini-golf in the center.

They both looked at the backyard with a green lake framed by a clear sky with small clouds.

"There's Dave, have you met?" ask the father after a few minutes of silence.

Kiandra clucked, looking away.

His father again chuckled at the haughty attitude of his son who almost resembled him.

"Daddy and Mom did they plan it?" Kiandra threw herself onto the sofa and lifted one leg to the thigh.

"Plan what? your wedding plans?" His father pretended to be shocked, then laughed.

Raut Kiandra's getting upset.

"Daddy is proud of you, when you see you fill the motivation in Business Hack. You look cool." He lifted two thumbs.

Kiandra's eyes immediately sparkled. He did not expect his father to see and even praise.

"Indeed Daddy's derivative is amazing." continued the man proudly.

Instantly the look of Kiandra turned lazy.

Older people are still narcissistic.

he said in his heart.

Back to soundless.

From behind the glass, they saw a flock of swans that were indeed in the monastery, swimming freely in the lake.

"Usually, your Daddy and Grandpa's relationship wasn't very good." suddenly his father's tone turned serious.

Kiandra turned her head and looked at her father, who turned out to have sunken cheeks and her eyes grew more and more.

"Your brother brought us together, until your mother could be accepted into this family." His father told me while looking away at the geese who were clutching with his children.

"If Daddy wants to tell you about Kirana and Dave, I already know and I don't care." Kiandra says.

His father looked at him and smiled. The eyeball that was as beautiful as hers was brightly exposed to the light bias from outside.

"When do you want to act like this?" ask her father without emotion.

"I don't have a problem." Kiandra.

"You're hurt. Admit it." His father's words made Kiandra's chest throb pain.