Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
My daughter

Violin stepped gontai into her house.

Slender.

In front of that he immediately told Dion to go home, without further ado just offering coffee or chatting.

He's pretty tired today.

And also being lazy to stale.

Sofia says out the stretch, somewhere the kid's going without Vio and Pam. Once upon a time I found the right scene at Mahendra's event earlier.

Thank goodness that's true. Vio follow relief. Gradually Sofia's trauma began to heal. And that's good.

If Pam, I don't know...

They should have gone home in a car three, even finally split gini.

Dion insisted on delivering Violin, because he picked her up earlier in the office.

I want to refuse but Pam-Sofia's voice did not meet either. Plus Hendra's persuasion to keep Dion to drive Vio home. I don't want Violin to go.

Especially seeing his father was still busy talking.

Although Atmanegara was the last choice to ride home, but better than going home in a car with Dion.

It's nothing, Vio is afraid of khilaf.

"Ehem..."

Violin who had just sat down, reflexively turned to hear a man deheman. The radar was alert.

Atmanegara emerged from the kitchen carrying a can of beer zero alcohol famous brand. He walked towards Violin.

"No wonder to me." Cibir Vio while taking off his heels. He was glad to know it was his father. Not a stranger or a thief.

"Since when, Pa?" Ask a stale base.

"Since then." Atmanegara Sahut.

"Well the super jet? Very cute."

"No, Papa's riding the burroq."

"Curtain, crisp."

"Hehehe..."

They then fell silent. This was the first time Atmanegara visited his daughter specifically without the Maharani.

It's awkward, where to start.

There is always a Maharani among them. Rani who melted this stiff atmosphere.

"This house is in the habitation of three widows, Pa."

"Hmm, yeah know. It's just stopping by."

"Well, lately it seems like a lot of free time, huh?" Syndicate Vio.

"Papa deliberately took his time. Sofia may be home a little late and Pam may not be home tonight. So I want to visit my daughter's house."

Violin. He remembered his mother. It used to be her mother who used to call her 'my daughter'. Now the name feels strange coming out of Atmanegara's mouth.

Violin. Eyes warming.

"Is Papa lonely?" Vio tilted his head to look at the father.

"No, there's still Rion."

It's hypocritical that this one. His heart was empty and he still pretended to be fine.

But everything needs a process. Vio knew Atmanegara had lowered all his ego to come here alone.

"I see Papa Hendra happy with this marriage. Maybe Papa can try to find a new companion so as not to join very." Advice Vio. Honestly, I am not too sure about this advice.

Atmanegara looked at the princess only wayangnya, then smiled little. He drank a little and then breathed.

"Bella's been in Hendra's life for a long time. If now they're destined to be a match, it's a bonus for old Jacka doesn't know himself."

Violin was still silently listening while staring at the silhouette of her father. It is not wrong that his mother often called him Edward. Atmanegara is a vampire, still fit to be Dion's brother.

Moreover, the muscles of his arms and stomach are still awake.

"Not everything that has been lost can be replaced, forever nothing can replace the figure of your mother in this heart." Atmanegara. Jesus, where are those words from? Since Rani's death why he became like a poet whose heart is easily mellow.

Pensive violin.

His father was right, not everything can be replaced at will.

"That's because Papa hasn't found out yet." continued Vio origin.

"Ck, Papa knows you're starting to notice that you suddenly show up in your orbit?"

"But, planet kaliii..." Violin Cibir.

But Atmanegara's words were correct. Violin who is already immune in cuekin so uncomfortable when Atmanegara be possessive to him.

It used to be that his possessive attitude at the limits of Violin could still be 'comfortable'. Maybe because there is still his mother who controls to this absurd father.

But now Atmanegara is too excessive according to Vio.

"This small house for the three of you is not crowded?" suddenly Atmanegara offends Vio's house. His eyes were watching every corner.

"Mom..." Vio started to get caught off guard, he knew the direction of this conversation.

"You can stay at our house. Let Pam and Sofia stay. Papa's starting to worry, let alone all of you widows."

"Don't be so nosy."

"Papa no nosy, this is really narrow you know Vi, at home you can even play football at will."

"Vio doesn't like football."

"Okay, volley, maybe."

"No, Papa!" Vio.

"Okeee..." Atmanegara raised his hand.

"Mending Papa home, I'm going to bed." Violin pouting.

"Papa hungry this loh, even kicked out."

"Yes, stop by the warteg can."

"Cook being a newsg? Do you often eat warteg food now?"

Duh, complicated doang eating problem. Violin patted her eel.

"Warteg front is delicious, Pa. Just walk for a while, can touchscreen directly take away. So no hassle."

"Warteg what's using touchscreen?" Atmanegara. I don't believe in kepo. He gulped down his drink, then squeezed the can until it was no longer shaped.

"Papa wants delivery order, nih."

"Yes Papa has come home first, later the delivery is right at home."

"You're here, let you eat."

"I'm not hungry, Pa. It's almost midnight. Illegal hours for eating."

"Currently, where is the ban on eating at this hour?" Atmanegara tinkered with his phone.

Violin sighed, just as the front door opened and nongol Sofia's face.

"Haiii baby. Here I bring pecel le... "

Sofia choked to see Atmanegara nangkring on the sofa of this simple house. It feels so jomplang. How can this one father look 'luxury' among Violin goods that are not cheap.

This spacious living room also feels crowded, as if the air around must be inhaled with the permission of Atmanegara. Yuuhhhh...

"Eehh, Oom, haii Om."

Sofia approached and kissed Atmanegara's back.

"Hmmm... " Atmanegara just mumbled indistinctly. Sofia bumbling herself.

"It just so happens that Sofia brought some food, Papa ate it." Violin thrust out the white plastic bag Sofia was carrying.

Atmanegara squinted his eel, staring suspiciously at the contents in the pouch.

"Eh, yes, Om, I'll prepare for a moment."

Sofia passed into the kitchen while dripping the white plastic bag she was carrying earlier.

"Your appetites are getting weird." Atmanegara Cibir.

"That's just pecel catfish, what's so weird trying?" Violin grunts following Sofia into the kitchen.

"Buy on the side of the road." Atmanegara followed.

"Papa's restaurant was also built on the side of the road, what's wrong?"

"The concept is wrong."

"Which is a concept? Salahin capital dooongg..."

Violin in the room.

Sofia sat dumbly staring at the unfair debate between the father and the child.

Atmanegara washed his hands while muttering indistinctly. He sat in front of a pecel of catfish that had moved from oil paper to a classy shiny porcelain plate.

"You're eating me."

Sofia swallowed her saliva with great difficulty.

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