The Destiny Of Love Naughty Woman
Chapters 2. Haru in the longing

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Denotement

He was sweeping the powder over his face while Joseph was standing in the doorway of his rented room. Staring at him grimly with a heart full of unrest.

" Mom's gone again?"

He stopped the clapping of his sponge when he heard the soft voice of the ten-year-old boy.

" You're on educational tour next month, right? Pay a lot of Cups, Mamak pingin you can come, not at home!" Say again for a moment then continue his activities in polishing the face.

Yusuf was moody and sat himself on a chair from a synthetic woven mesh that Denok had just bought this Sunday.

" Ucup is better not to take Mak's tour than mamak go to..."

With a gloomy face, Joseph did not continue his words. He knew he was just an adopted son. However, for some reason he is always not up to heart when Denok interest is tired.

" It's your job to learn. It's not time to think about this. If you really feel sorry for Mamak, a real school, use the opportunity that there is a Cup. Mumpung Mamak is still young, can still work for you, this is what Mamak can. Bahlah, Mamak has been waiting for Aunt Karin in front. Mamak go first yes, there is a chicken geprek it in the kitchen Mamak new message earlier. Don't forget the door lock!"

Denok grabbed the bag he hung near the door shortly after gently wiping the top of his adopted son's head. A little rushed because apparently had a short chat with the handsome boy, making his duration eroded.

" Sory's late!" He said shortly after closing the door of his house and looked at his friend who had been his partner.

" habit!" Karin said as she handed the helmet to the woman whose hair is now shoulder to shoulder with a dark blue color.

" The child is possessive Rin. Mumet. Dah yok lah, chase the deposit!"

" The spirit of aki-ki crap!" Both of them chuckled along with the motor that drove slowly.

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Joseph

He stared at the beautiful woman who had now passed with Aunt Karin. A clear crystal slid from one of Joseph's neutrals.

Poor, also pity. That is what Joseph feels today. Moreover, once one night he saw Mamak vomiting with a tired face and he had difficulty helping.

The little boy, did not know what exactly he was doing by the woman he considered as his angel. But all he knew, everyone sentenced his beloved mother badly.

" Lon's son - te!"

" Don't know, her mom's not really working!"

The discordant voices seemed to pry at his eardrum and make his snail house painful. In fact, he was not as fresh as his mother who could always clothe the lips of the julid of the sanctuary.

Suddenly, in his head, there was an innocent thought about his Mama. Did he drop out of school just so his mom wouldn't work like that? Or is it better to leave without having to trouble her Mama again?

But, not knowing himself once if he did all that. However, not even the hurtful words from his friend's mother at school a few hours ago disappeared from his brain, a new gossip seemed to make the innocent boy jerked.

" But he's gone again, this disease!"

" Look at the makeup!"

" Hus bik, don't be, Denok is most diligent if there is trouble!"

" Yes, but...."

" Here we go, and the son will hear. His son likes to ngadu to his mother, yesterday I was hit by Denok because his son ngadu!"

Practically, all those conversations seemed to be thorns in his flesh. How's this? What must he do to stop these horrible words?

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the earth, a man who just got down from his luxury car with a tired face.

" Why is it late? Didn't answer my phone call, too?" Lecar Feli when Jonathan just stepped on the living room floor of their large house.

Make that handsome man exhale deeply.

" I'm tired of Fel, I don't want us to talk about unimportant things that end up making us fight!" His mouth was careless because Felisha always made herself feel upset.

The woman always positioned herself to obey all her desires. In fact, his parents also often defend Felisha. I don't know, Jonathan himself was surprised by that.

" I'm your wife Jo! I'm han...."

" Oh yeah?"

" Wife?"

"What kind of wife has always dictated her husband to this?"

Sergey Jonathan who somehow ignited his emotions. Make Feli instantly silent.

" Don't talk about husband or wife, because all this time I feel like I'm just a lackey to you!" Jonathan said with great emphasis just before he died Felisha with a sense of regret.

Why, why is it always this way? Felisha wants to be like any other couple.

The woman could only vent her frustration by stomping her feet while Jonathan was gone.

" Why is he so hard to change?"

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Jonathan

If he could turn back, he wanted to refuse his family's request to marry Felisha. The circumstances that were completely unexpected, made Jonathan did not have much choice but to want.

The shadow of a person's face that is still in his mind, often makes him feel frustrated and guilty at the same time.

" Where are you now? Why aren't all social media numbers active?" He closed his eyes under the shower while muttering something in his heart.

About someone he really wanted to save in his own way. However, he realized, the road was so difficult, it clearly made the woman now hate him. Even very.

After changing her clothes, she went down to dinner with Felisha. Really feel hungry and want to fill the stomach immediately.

" The day after I flew to town B, I had a client who wanted to make a dress but couldn't get here, he was the big boss, so I had to..."

" So, that was your passion long ago!" Jonathan turned his white plate.

" You're the reason Jo, every time I talk you always do!" Kesal Feli while throwing a rice spoon.

Jonathan was silent. All this happened because he was tired of the life he was living right now. And as a man, it shouldn't be that he keeps being set up like that.

" Eat right, it is not good to argue in front of sustenance. There are many people out there who have to work hard for a plate of rice!"

And for some reason, when he said that, someone's face again filled his brain. Making a sudden longing to creep on the sidelines of his eating activities.

" On the outskirts of town like this, the threat of dying from an empty stomach is more terrible than dying from confusion with people!"

Yes, he remembered very well the words of a woman who slapped his position as a rich man in contrast to the life of the lower classes. It makes them no longer waste their food.

" Where are you now? Are you still okay?"

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