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Violin glanced at Dion, she knew this man was desperately holding back anger. Contrary to Rob who stay cool, stay calm.

This afternoon, Vio had a lunch appointment with Dion. Dion didn't come this early. They agreed to meet on the spot.

Come on, let's see what happens.

Although he often held the ego, but this time Dion felt not only the ego he held but also his heart was very sick.

"Do you have a relationship?" Furious Dion. He wanted a definitive answer from his ex-wife and this doctor. Damn Robert is really a tough rival to Dion.

"There certainly is." Robert is confident.

"I still wish you guys were just friends, nothing more." Says Dion.

Robert got up from his seat and stood face to face with Dion. Violin nibbled her temple in the corner.

"Is there anything wrong with us being in a relationship? Single woman violin, me too. So, why not?"

Dion's jaw is hardened. He looked at Vio.

"I object. Vio.. try to explain." said Dion.

Violin sighed before replying, "Robert is my best friend, you know that right?" Answer Violin briefly.

"What makes you object to Mr. Dion?" Robert's fishing rod, his mission is to provoke Dion's emotions. "If it's not wrong your relationship is just an ex, right?" Added Rob again.

"Violin has agreed to start all over again, so please understand Doctor Robert." Dion.

Rob did not respond to Dion's remarks, instead turning to Violin.

"May I keep going as long as there is no curved yellow?" Rob asked directly in front of Violin.

Violin closed her eyes.

"Rob, with you I'm comfortable, please don't spoil this friendship."

Dion smiled knot. Rob was breathing heavily.

"Have I been rejected again for the umpteenth time?" Rob didn't believe it.

"And Dion..." Vio looked at Dion. "Rob my best friend, if you can't accept it is in my life, then I take back my words. Sorry we're friends enough. Please go home, I want to rest."

Vio was already dizzy with all this. This time his decision was unanimous, he just wanted to be alone.

"Vi, can't gini dong. We can talk about this all right." Dion held Vio's arm.

Vio let go of Dion's hand and left the two men in front of his house. He went into the room and locked it tightly, like his heart.

It feels more comfortable on its own like this. It's tired of taking care of *****zooz romance.

Suddenly he missed his father.

Vio grabbed his phone on the nightstand and swiped the Atmanegara number. On the third ring...

"Hello Vio, you're okay, right?"

Violin fell silent, she cried in silence.

"Hello? you okay?" Atmanegara's voice sounded anxious.

Violin took a breath, "Bah..." His voice vibrates.

"Papa's there!"

Tut!

Call is dead. Violin put her head down, she cried.

***

"Waahh, what the hell is this? Just one more step but Vio made it end up here." Said Dion, he still did not accept Vio's decision.

"All because of you." Dion pointed at Rob as being upset.

Robert chuckled, "we both lost, bro. Don't blame each other. Mending us lunch with yuk."

"Currently, no cuddling." refused Dion sarcas.

Robert patted Dion on the shoulder, "well me first. Take care, bro." Pamphitt. He walked away from Dion. Rob looks more airy chest because he has often rejected Violin.

"Wait..." Preventing Dion, Rob halted his steps, turning to look at Dion.

"Skuy, join me."

"Sad..."

***

Twenty minutes later Atmanegara was seen walking hastily out of his car.

He drove himself this time, speeding a little so that the nyampe.

For the first time Violin contacted him while in a state of sadness. Atmanegara was happy, finally slowly Vio began to remember him as a father figure who would definitely protect his daughter under any circumstances, without hesitation, without ego anymore.

Atmanegara knows it's a matter of the heart. Earlier this morning there was a little quarrel in the house. There's Robert and Dion. Both went without Violin. Shortly after, Vio contacted him.

Violin had calmed down a bit when Atmanegara found her in the garden behind the house. The boy was staring at the fish swimming in the artificial pond while daydreaming.

When he realized his father's arrival, Vio immediately rushed into his arms.

Although somewhat confused, Atmanegara remained silent. He stroked his son's head gently. Then they sat on a wicker bench near the pool.

"That's your house, you bad boy." Atmanegara smiled, this is truly a very precious moment in his life.

Rani, look. Your son is still a child.

"Is Om Rion now living in our house?"

"Yes, ever since your mama died, Rion's been living at home. Papa didn't tell me, Rion would."

"Papa must be lonely."

"Where is Papa lonely? There is Rion. Lately he's been a little bit of a bitch."

"Oh yeah? It was her old nyebelinya."

"Hmm.. Yeah, yeah?"

"Hehehe..." Vio and his father chuckled at the same time.

"Let's get Papa auxiliary packing." Atmanegara broke his embrace. He took Vio into the house.

"Where are your friends, Vi? So quiet..." Ask Atmanegara.

"Seriously Papa doesn't know?" Vio looked at his father.

"Not everything Papa knows. Just related to you."

Violin folded her hands in front of her chest, "Don't lie to me."

"I swear, Papa only knows Pam..." Atmanegara closed his mouth. He opened the door to Violin's room.

"Where does Papa know? That kid can't be contacted from last night." Vio Cecar.

"Is it normal that Pam doesn't come home?"

"Yes, but this is weird Pa, lately it's like she's the same as me."

"Are you guys fighting?"

"No, no." replied Vio hesitatingly. He felt fine with Pam.

"Let's go home better too, that's it..."

Violin mangosteen.

"Sofia's back at Om Antonio's house, Papa knows?"

"Oh yeah? Thank goodness, Papa was happy."

"I think Papa knows it."

Atmanegara sighed, "Papa is not a psychic, Vio."

Violin chuckles. He grabbed a small bag on the nightstand.

"Corn, Pa!"

"Is there anything you want to bring back?"

"Ummm, this is enough." Violin took her father, they walked together.

"Does Papa still like to play volleyball?" Vio asked, he remembered Atmanegara loved to play volleyball.

"Sometimes, Papa's still busy so don't play volleyball anymore."

"But I want to play volleyball at home."

"She doesn't like volleyball?"

"Judah tennis alone, let's not lose to the capital's artists."

"Yes, the top floor near Papa's gym turns it into a tennis court."

"I want some moxie, Pa."

"The village also fit it."

"But Papa likes volleyball, who do I play with?"

"Let's teach Papa tennis. Let's play together."

Silent violin.

"Mom..."

"Hmmm..."

"I'm still your son, right?"

Atmanegara smiled.

Look at Rani, our daughter turned out to be very spoiled. He looks a lot like you.

Atmanegara stroked Vio's hair, "For ever you were Papa's little daughter."

Violin tightened her embrace.

***