The Playboy's
Chapter 26. Scratches Wounds

Broto's car had already driven away from Irya's school. In the car, no conversation was silent. Suci focused on her mobile phone taking care of the work she left behind. Broto focused on the streets in front of him. Irya looked outwards through the window glass beside her. His gaze was empty, his mind was still laughing at how his Papa's reaction would be.

Stopped on the lonely road, Broto felt that he had been holding back his emotions. Saint looked at her husband as the car stopped speeding. Irya also shifted her gaze from the outside towards her Papa but only for a moment her gaze turned back to the outside.

"What are you doing ?" Broto asked in a low voice but remained firm. Irya just silently stared outside, Suci still staring at her husband.

"Are you deaf Irya ? What are you doing !!" Broto's voice now increased by an octave. Sacred immediately stared intently at Irya.

"What does Papa care about what I do." Irya replied in her flat voice. The direction of his eyes was still fixed to the outside. The trees and green leaves seemed more attractive to Irya than to look at her parents.

"Sound child !! Until when are you going to embarrass me with your behavior." Broto smashed through the window of his car that was still closed. Suci was surprised by her husband's action, her eyes closed along with the sound of his heartbeat beating rapidly due to feeling shocked.

Suci tried to calm her husband by gently rubbing Broto's arms and shoulders. "Irya don't you think about your behavior that always makes us ashamed." Suci also opened her voice by still rubbing her husband's shoulder. As if defending and justifying what Broto said.

Irya's jaw hardened hearing the words of her two parents. His heart held a sense that could not be expressed. Her eyes glazed over but as much as possible Irya eliminated it by winking her eyes.

"What can I be proud of you. A stupid kid who can't do anything just troubles me."

Kreess...

Scratched back Irya's heart heard Broto's words. Her right hand was clenched behind the bag that covered her right hand. His chest feels tight at this moment. Irya did not answer a word from her Papa.

"You've grown up having to be able to use your brain to think Irya. At least use a little for us who have worked so hard to raise you." Said Holy Mother.

Not enough scratches were inscribed by Broto now Suci again watering the scratches with orange juice and salt is getting sick of Irya at this time.

"Yes, I was never useful to you. I can never make you proud. Then why are you still taking care of me ? If you don't want to be ashamed you shouldn't have to come to school." Said Irya who could not stand her silence, taking out a small piece of her heart to Broto and Suci.

Irya opened the door and got out of her car. Infuriated by Irya's attitude which felt disrespectful Broto also came out of the car.

"Children have no manners. Don't know in your profit !!! Sorry I grew you !!"

Jamb...

A sentence that was very very very makes Irya's heart that had been injured and still gaping pierced back by the embers. It was hot and painful that Irya felt. His steps came to a halt as Broto said that.

Irya's flat face smiled in a smile. Broto walked over to Irya with quick steps turning Irya's body hard.

Plaque...!!!

A hard slap was slapped on Irya's cheek which yesterday was injured due to brawl. His lips spit blood again, the corner of the lip was again injured. Irya's face that was turned away from the slap slowly returned to face Broto. Staring at Broto with a very thin slanted smile.

"What did Papa do ?" Irya asked withholding wounds. His eyes were reddened to hold as hard as possible so as not to cry, so as not to look weak.

Saints could only see Broto's actions towards Irya. He was just as embarrassed as Broto for Irya's behavior that often made trouble. Even his work is often neglected due to the actions of Irya.

"If Papa's still unsatisfied, Papa just kill me let me go forever so Papa doesn't have to be ashamed of having a child like me." Said Irya who was already unable to contain her emotions. Every sentence that Broto spoke always stuck in his heart.

Plaque...!! The second slap from Broto again hit Irya's cheek which was still hot. Back Broto wanted to throw a punch at Irya but the boy could still hold his Papa's hand. The saint who saw the condition would deteriorate if left unchecked then the middle-aged woman ran to separate Irya and her husband.

"You are indeed a child who does not know Irya's manners. To your Papa you're brave." The Sacred Speaker stared intently at Irya. What the lady meant was that Irya had to willingly take every blow from Broto.

Since Junior High Broto has begun to dare to give punishment to Irya with punch after punch until Irya grew up even his second had several jotos duel.

Irya did not answer the Holy speech, for Irya holy is still her Mama even though Saints also often cut her heart with her spicy words Irya does not fight against Saints. But with Broto he can still fight Broto's tougher attitude which forced Irya to fight back.

Suci had already managed to get Broto into the car and both of them died Irya just like that on the deserted road. Staring blankly at the speeding car left Irya.

Irya slammed her bag into the street and sat by the side of the road. His face was buried in both hands resting on his two bent knees. Her tears could no longer be held back, Irya crying out the tightness in her chest. No longer cared about the road, besides the road was deserted and empty. Rarely do people pass by, because the road is just a shortcut not the main road.

From a distance, someone saw the quarrel between the two men. Feeling bad and afraid so the person hides behind a large enough tree trying to notice if something happens later he can seek help.

That person slowly approached Irya who was sitting with a sinking face. The sound of crying sounded sad. It is rare for a man to cry like that. The person grimaced to hear her and hesitated to say hello or just ask about Irya's state. But he tried to bravely touch Irya's shoulder.

Irya flinched in shock as someone touched her shoulder from behind. Recalling the very quiet streets spontaneously he looked back.

"Loe.. You do it here." Irya asked flatly when she saw who it was. She was Nesha who had heard and seen the family quarrel. Near the road there is a lake and tree house that Nesha often visited with Angga. When going back Nesha accidentally saw the quarrel Irya.

"I ? From the lake there. Are you okay ?" Nesha asked quietly and carefully because she knew Irya's feeling condition was not okay.

"I'm okay." Irya ketus. He doesn't want to look weak in front of anyone, including Nesha. Even now he may be embarrassed because Nesha had seen her slumped on the side of the road.

"Are you sure it's okay ?" Ask Nesha again to Irya. Nesha smiled faintly at Irya's behavior.

Nesha's silly question was clearly seeing what Irya was like and now the man answered sharply as if he was okay.

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