Slovenly Girl Mama's Choice
Chapters 1. Spray Pen
"Your morning again Dion? I want to see when it goes on like this, huh! Mama tired of hearing complaints about you from socialite mothers acquaintance mama, you know mama dong dear!"
"What the hell ma, Dion can just sleep mama ngoceh-nguceh continues, will make a headache, Ma!
The only child, Chandra and Agnes, stood up from her soft bed, and tried to get rid of her mother from her room.
"Yes, Mama came out first! We'll continue our conversation at dinner, okay beautiful mama! Oh yes, don't forget to tell your friends, where to go, just know that my favorite child Badung is not kelulungan!" Dion smiled, showed all his teeth and closed the door.
By 19:00 everyone was in the dining room. No exception Dion, staring at the serious face of his parents, handsome man was ordinary.
"Good meal!" dion's greeting makes both parents immediately put the phone, and the tablet.
"Son, after we finish dinner, we talk for a while yes, there is something you need to say to you, Mama too" Chandra's orders are certainly not to be rejected.
"Ready skipper!" reply Dion, who got a code from his mother to be quiet while eating.
Dion, who was finished, was waiting for his papa in the living room. Soon, Agnes and Chandra emerge from the room, carrying a sealed plastic folder.
Seeing his handsome son look careless, Chandra felt annoyed. How could Dion not have a sense of curiosity what they would discuss.
Tired of waiting for his Papa, Dion contacted his best friend, also his toughest rival when High School used to be.
Dion
"Hello bro, how cool is it like being married, how does bohay feel?"
Vicky
"Legit bro, aah, you're curious huh?hahaha.. hence our susulin hunt! May you be married, not married before!"
Dion
"Damn it, I'm on show! There is no candidate, later if I've been bosen playing, when do we race again?"
Vicky
"When, I've got toys at home, sorry bro better to play with Dista than to play with the motorbike continue, I wait for you at home, Okay!"
"Whose phone is it, son? Her boyfriend?"
Chandra while handing over a piece of paper, which contained a statement signed by him. He requested that Dion read carefully and follow his rules as long as he still had not made any money from his labor.
"Not Pa, call Vicky earlier. What'sthis?"
"Read good, understand and then you can decide your next move" explained his papa as he waited for Dion to finish reading.
Seeing the expressions of his son, Chandra and Agnes could not help but laugh. The bad boy felt unacceptable, if the points written by the head of the family, were more in their favor.
"Can't Pa, Dion's time has to work as Papa's employee? Why try to have Papa Boss there, if at the end of the day Dion must be an employee too!" dion's protest read clearly, knowing that his son would use this excuse.
"In case of objection, read the second point!" keep Chandra. Since then the legs of a couple of husband and wife were coding each other, if they could not help laughing at the reaction of Dion who was flippant.
"Dion, got married? Three months time? If you refuse to get crossed out of the family card, what the hell is this?"
Dion did not really read everything written there, only half of which he read. only the emotions that the man prioritized, making Agnes too confused to face the habits of the child alone.
"Son, mom and dad can ask you something?" Agnes was heavy-heartedly trying to ask.
Dion was just waiting for his mother to ask a question, yet he still threw away his face.
"Son, I'm sorry, but you're normal? Why so afraid of girls," said Agnes who of course had a backlash from Dion.
"What a mess, Mama I just don't believe, if his son is a hotshot. Yes, Dion's times are not normal. If you need to tomorrow too Dion bring a girl to the house so you're satisfied." Dion's nagging at length.
"Yes, Papa wait!"
Dion passed by continuously grumbling. In his hand carried a piece of paper, which read that his name would be removed from the family card if within three months he did not have a lover.
'Crazy bokap me, can the incitement from where the hell? I can continue to bring who dong, bego lo Dion!'
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