The Heart of Old Menjakaka
215. Look sincere
Steven's eyes suddenly widened, his face immediately met with red. It had never crossed his brain to ask Citra to do just that. The burung was eluted with the girl's hands as if forced.
"Dih, Papa's a pervert. Where do you want Citra to snack on my stern, Pa?!"
"What a pervert really, why don't kids really?" omel Sindi's.
"What not really, Ma? This is an alternative way. Instead of soap, I don't want Steven."
Sindi rolled her eyeballs lazily, she chose to leave from there. Because it feels lazy to deal with the two perverted men. Not wanting to be a pervert.
"You, if you speak, don't be loud! How will others hear?" angga's salt while pinching the small stomach of Steven. The child immediately screeched a little.
"Papa's part is weird, why would you suggest something out of reason?"
"Tool mah anything. But it tastes good, you haven't tried it, have you?"
"Why have you ever tried it?"
"Us often."
"Mom want to snack on Papa's bird? Dih, didn't protest him?" asked Steven in disbelief.
"Why are you talking about Steven?!" asked Juna who had just run over, then pulled Angga's arm just like that and invited him into the house. "Said Steven didn't want to talk? Opa liar ah, Juna sprain!" grumbled Juna while scowling.
"Opa forgot, honey. Sorry, huh?" Angga immediately took hold of Juna, and kissed her forehead.
"Just from now on don't, Mami, Oma same Aunt Citra also can't say the same Om Steven. We fight him until he cries."
"Okay, ready." Angga nodded obediently.
***
Until late at night, Kevin didn't come home. Of course this makes Angga worried, because not usually the bird went away for a long time.
"The old Kevin's coming home, Jo?" asked Angga who had been standing in front of the bird cage. Waiting Kevin.
"I don't know, sir," Bejo replied.
"If by midnight Kevin hasn't come home yet, you call me, Jo, I'll have people look for him" Angga said. Bejo nodded.
After that, he stepped into the house to the dining room.
There are already Sindi, Juna, Nissa, Citra and Steven. Just had dinner together.
"Not coming home from Kevin, Pa?" ask Sindi. Angga pulled the chair next to him, then sat there.
"Yes, Ma, Papa is worried."
"Kevin wasn't at Om Tian's house, Opa" Juna said. "Had he not come home yet?"
"Tian?" Eyebrows of the eyes of the clutched Angga. "Who did you say it was?"
"I went to Om Tian's house this afternoon, and Kevin was there."
"Well, you're going to Om Tian's house?" ask Steven. The grit on his face was immediately tensed hearing the name of the man. "Don't get close to him, Jun," he added.
Juna did not respond, because he was fasting talking to Steven.
"June?" ask Angga. He was also waiting for Juna's answer. The boy looked straight at him. "Why are you going to Om Tian's house?"
"Ganterin the money, told Mami."
"What money?"
"Money's salary, but Om Tian instead love me. He said make a snack."
"How do you mean?" Steven asked back.
"Tian was fired when I gave him money, Pa." Who answered Nissa, but she answered Angga's question while looking at the man. "His salary was during work, but he forgot to take it in a hurry."
"Oh, but how are you with Juna? He will, it will need money," said Angga.
"It was Om Tian, Pa, willing to take his heart Miss Nissa," Steven replied with a sour face. "So good with his son first."
"Om Steven can't su'uzon. Said Opa sin!" At first Juna did not want to talk to Steven, but somehow his lips immediately returned the words.
"Not su'uzon, Om talking about facts. He is the same money. It's impossible to refuse if there's no reason."
"But Om Tian seems sincere to love, he also gave Juna marbles. Very nice again. Yeah, right, Mi?" Juna turned to look at Nissa. The woman nodded quickly, responding to him.
"I don't want to, yes, Ma'am is close to Om Tian. Juna too. Om Tian that bad guy knows, Ma'am," Steven scolded with a serious look at Nissa.
"Om Tian that Abah means is Om Tian Omku right?" ask the image who knows nothing. He only realized because Juna said Kevin was at Tian's house.
"Well, why call Abah again, anyway?" Steven snorted annoyed.
"I mean Aa, so isn't that right?"
"Yes" Steven replied.
"But Om Tian is not evil, A. He's good." After all Tian's attitude and nature towards him, yet Citra still thought of him as good. Because good or bad Tian is his family.
"Ah you, Cit, from the past until now, still consider Ommu good," said Steven upset. "He was evil, even. Even if it's good there must be money, if not of it all .. there's no way he's good."
"But Om Tian has never asked me for money, A."
"What was that first? Which is 500 million?" Steven recalled, when Citra asked about Tian wanting to borrow money from her. And Steven wouldn't allow it. He seemed to know, if the intention of Omnya Citra was to trick his wife.
"That's gonna borrow, A, different."
"You borrow or ask the same for him. I know, he must have just reasoned that you would give him money. But it won't get paid!" sternly Steven who was suddenly emotional.
"Stev, why are you so angry and soiled with Dedek Gemes?!" asked Angga who tried to organize a debate between the two. If the tone of voice still seems soft, different from Steven. Already entered the stage of use urate. "We're eating, don't talk about Tian." Angga also felt lazy to hear the name of the man. Better just end it.
"I'm sorry, Cit." Steven sighed heavily, trying to dispel the emotions in the chest that had suddenly risen. His hand extended over the top of Citra's head, then gently stroked it. "You know I hate Om Tian, so sometimes it's an emotion."
The girl was silent, but immediately devoured the rice on her plate.
***
Morning at the Nurul house.
Someone knocked on the door of his house, and quickly Nurul who happened to want to leave the house and opened it.
Ceklek~
"Excuse me, ma'am, is this really Bu Nurul's house?" ask a man standing in front of her. He wears a white shirt and black material pants, with a briefcase attached to his right shoulder.
"Yes, right." Nurul. "Who is this father, huh?"
"I am from the Jakarta religious court, would like to provide a letter to Miss Safira Ayunda." The man picked up a white envelope in his bag and gave it to Nurul. It was a divorce warrant from Tian. "Miss Hope it's here, isn't it?"
"She's in the room."
"Later give it to him. Please sign and read carefully. It's already in there the first trial of the divorce between Miss Fira and Mr. Tian."
"Yes, sir." Nurul.
"I'm sorry, good morning."
"Morning."
After the man's departure, Fira came to Nurul in the doorway. The mother turned her head, seen from the tip of the foot until the woman's head looked beautiful and smelled a fragrant aroma.
The dress she was wearing was so mini, but rather loose so that her distended stomach was not too visible.
"Where are you going, Fir? Really neat?" nurul asked while looking at the brown map held by the child.
...Want ngel*nte like, Ma 🙈...