Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Approaches

Atmanegara stared at Dion's departure from the window of his room that was facing the front page. Somehow her heart was relieved to know the fact Violin came home to this house.

This is the Maharani's last wish. And his desperate desire is for Vio to return home alone, without being asked.

But the fact that the boy came home, probably because his mother had died made Atmanegara crowded.

Blame the steps he took this time? He had never been this confident before.

This time he was nervous and felt guilty.

The study had just finished, Mahendra and Dion immediately went home. So too with the others.

Violin also went straight into the room. The room he didn't know how long he had been in. Still clean because mbok Mirah never absent clean it.

Violin sighed at the end of the bed. His feelings are mixed.

Every corner of this room reminds Vio of his late mother.

Curtains are Mama's picky, this mattress, this sprai. Vio gently stroked this white cotton bed sheet. Her tears suddenly flowed without excuse.

Which child does not grieve when his mother leaves for a long time?

What makes him still digest all this is that he does not know the slightest bit about his mother's pain. Not long ago Rob said, his mother only complained of pain in the chest. What kind of pain? How long has it been? Why so fast?

The door to Violin's room opened slowly. Vio did not lock it. Atmanegara was standing on the doorstep, his right hand was holding the door handle, his left hand was tucked away in his trousers.

Violin glanced at a glance.

"Can I come in?" Atmanegara said, without waiting for Vio's answer, he sat down at the dressing table beside him.

Vio clucked, typical of his father once, behaving as he pleased. Why bother asking permission?

"Papa's sorry." Atmanegara's first sentence sounded strange in Vio's ears. He moved his seat to face his father.

The old face was sincere. His eyes looked at Vio with sadness. Not as usual.

"What exactly does Papa want to talk about? Don't I deserve to know anything?" Right pierced his father's heart.

"Papa knows papa is wrong, for that Papa is here. I think we should talk a little." Atmanegara Sahut. He has already lost Rani, and does not want to lose Vio as well. It feels very tired if you have to be alone without Rani. Especially without Vio, the only child.

Violin just stuck. He was confused to talk from where he used to be, so many uneg-uneg that he wanted to spill. Makes his chest full.

"Papa doesn't dare expect you to forgive me as soon as possible after all this. But Papa just ask you to stay here for a moment, get closer to me and look at Papa. All this Papa and Mama did to take care of you."

Violin melengos. What other drama this time did his father do.

Atmanegara stood up, then approached Violin.

"This time Papa please, stay here." Atmanegara touched the top of Vio's head before passing away.

As he looked at the other side of his father, Vio was so moved, his heart warmed. He held the head of Atmanegara's former hand and cried again.

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"I swear I'm playing a drama movie." Cynic Dion, he's resting his hair. Really speechles listening to Mahendra's story.

Lots of surprises today, after the news of Mama Vio so suddenly. Then on the way home from school, Mahendra revealed the fact about Sus Bell who suddenly returned after disappearing a few years ago.

Sus Bell was once close to Dion. She replaced the role of a mother for Dion. How did he know? He was still a boy at SD. All Dion remembers is the kindness of Sus Bell. But now everything feels clear.

It is clear what Mahendra's eye view meant to Sus Bell at the time.

Isn't this what Dion wanted? Seeing her father excited back after a long time he suggested to find a companion in place of Arum, his mother.

The reason is Sus Bell.

And now they were in front of a household appliance store, observing the workshop in front that still looked crowded. Dion granted his father's request to start approaching his younger brother Jeffry.

Oh, my God, he has a sister.

Dion massaged the base of his nose.

This workshop is quite modern, minimalist concept with a small cafe inside. Free WiFi and salon as well.

Workshop model that makes its customers feel at home for a long wait queue.

Dion noticed the young people of the present era who dominated more.

Dion glanced at his father who was still sitting quietly while observing the situation in the workshop.

Bella just said that Jeffry works in this workshop. There are no photos or other clues from Bella. Which makes Mahendra more curious, what is the formation of his son?

What's like Dion the manly? Or like the gentle Mahendra? Maybe it looks like Bella? Ahhhh, he was impatient.

"Hmm. pretty interesting." Dion muttered while tapping his index finger on the steering wheel.

His eyes carefully followed the movements of a young man who was walking out of the workshop.

Her handsome face looks striking. Typical style bad boy semprul whimper with hair a little gondrong.

One look, Dion recognized the boy immediately. Mahendra, Jeffry is very similar to him. Although the muscular bulge of his body has not been formed perfectly, but the virility is so real.

Jeffry looks dull typical son of the sun. But many of the girls' eyes settled hungry toward Jeffry. Either they actually service to the workshop or just want to spread the charm to Jeffry.

Mahendra chuckled small, "He's better looking than me."

"Hmm. kid." Dion's Sahut.

"You can help him grow up. He's still in the stage of self-search." Mahendra.

"Why should I? Papa dong, what the hell?!" dion protests. Why is it his responsibility to try?

"He'll help you a lot, you know. At least you can relax a bit enjoying your youth. Hehe..."

Dion grunting. Actually he was the laziest dealing with a snot boy. Especially the dissident model like Jeffry. Must have bothered teaching him.

The work has been a lot, still plus the affairs of the boy. Hufft...

Then Dion glanced at his father and finally sighed. Baiklaaahhh, for the sake of seeing the smile on this old man's face.

"Ck, I accept. But Papa started. The rest is my business."

Mahendra grinned, "deal" he said satisfied. He took off the seatbelt, opened the car door and walked steadily toward Jeffry.

"Geez the old man really..." Dion shook his head while grinning.

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