The Suffering of the Raised Child
Chapters 2. The love of Papa Setiawan

''Wake up lazy boy!!'' agnes shouted making Mahalini hurriedly change her sleeping position by sitting, although she still felt sleepy but what can be done, he said, the mistress has acted and soon there will be drama that will be started by her favorite princess.

''Clean your bed and quickly make us both now, ''' again Agnes shouted right beside Mahalini's ear which made Mahalini close her eyes to face the Mama.

''Yes Mah, '' said Mahalini with no energy in his body, because he had missed his dinner because of the torture so heartbreaking for him.

''Do it now, just be careful if it gets long!'' he said with the chairman and walked to the door of Mahalini's small room. Agnes closed the door so violently that it made a noise.

Brakkkk

Mahalini stroked her chest while taking the hijab she used to wrap around her stomach when hunger was attacking.

''Sabar Lini,'' he muttered slowly while stroking his chest, and wearing the clothes that were beside him.

Mahalini ran from her room towards the kitchen, where there was already Farel who was making his own breakfast.

''You don't want to wait for brother to make fried rice?'' ask Mahalini to the adek, while his hands have sliced onions and also some ingredients that will be a mixture of fried rice later.

''No need, brother, you should rest in the room instead of cooking like this, '' cried Farel who saw the pale face of his brother.

''No matter what the deck, if you continue to fall asleep later more sick, after all brother also does not hurt, ''' his murmur while continuing to stir the rice that is already in the frying pan.

Every now and then Lini tests the taste of his cooking, whether it is fit or still lacking. ''It's good kak kak, so drool?'' farel said when he smelled fried rice that was so tempting.

''You just take it to school, yes, '' Mahalini gave the idea to his grandfather.

''Ohad that brother Mahalini forced, ''' he replied while taking a square dining place blue box.

''Thank you brother?'' Farel said when Mahalini had put his lunch box into his school bag. ''Farel went to school first yes, '' said Farel while kissing the back of Mahalini's hand.

Farel prefers through the side door rather than through the main door of his house, Farel was lazy to meet with Mama and also the brother who used to sit in the living room.

''Very long sich Lini, I'm hungry!!'' almira shouted when she was in the dining room, but there was no food on her food table that made Almira growled.

''Before long, this is over, ''' Mahalini replied stepping towards the dining table holding two plates in her hands.

''It's brother?'' Mahalini put her homemade fried rice on the table, right in front of Mama and her sister.

They both seem to start enjoying his breakfast, while Mahalini immediately beberes in the kitchen, cleaning all the rooms and cooking utensils that he used earlier. After that Mahalini cleaned the house and continued by mopping the entire house, without anyone being missed at all.

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After almost an hour Mr. Setiawan then found the treatment that he thought had exceeded the limit done by his wife.

''You are blind, this shirt is very expensive. Why do you dry it here, '' said it with a ketus while pulling the Mahalini hair firmly, so inevitably the head of Mahalini also come because of the pull.

''Sorry Ma, Lini does not know that this shirt should not be sun dried directly?'' she answered softly, while her tears had already flowed down both of her cheeks.

Agnes kept pulling Mahalini's long hair, unwilling to let go of her grip from the black hair of the girl who was so pitiful in Mr. Setiawan's eyes.

Mr. Setiawan tried to take a deep breath, because he already felt tight in his chest when he saw his adopted daughter treated like that by his wife. Sometimes Agnes was kind to Mahalini when there was Pak Setiawan in her house.

While Mr. Setiawan was never at home, he always left early in the morning and came home at night, until finally he could only see his son and his daughter when the weekend alone, even if only one day.

Mr. Setiawan closed his eyes to not get too emotional when he entered his house. Mr. Setiawan started his car engine to the gate of the house he had 25 with his wife Agnes.

The security guard who saw his master's car immediately opened wide, but the master still sounded his horn, so that Agnes could know his arrival.

Mr. Setiawan will not bear to see his adopted daughter treated as such mena mena in his presence.

''Mama has been very cruel to you, baby?'' Mumbled Mr. Setiawan before opening the door of his car.

''Papa, ''' said hello to her husband who just arrived at her house.

''Tumben noon gini already home,'' asked Agnes curious, which made Agnes in a state of worry. Worried that her husband knew of her treatment of her foster child, and Agnes was worried too? if her husband knows that Mahalini only made babu by her, and not allowed to continue his school.

''Can't Papa come home soon?'' sahut Pak Setiawan who just entered, after giving his briefcase to his wife.

''Not that Pa, Mama is just nanya, '' her reply while following her husband's steps. ''Usually Papa will always come home at night if the weekend is like this, ''' she added again, without leaving her husband for a second.

'I have to be patient with Agnes? so that he does not feel suspicious if I go home quickly because he wants to know your behavior behind me, ' he murmured in his heart while looking at his wife's face.

''Papa deliberately completed the work yesterday, because Papa wanted to see Papa's sons who had not met for a very long time, '' he replied with a forced smile.

''They are still in school and on the campus Pa, in this house there is only Mama Sama Mahalini, '' continued Agnes who has now brought a cold drink, even her husband who forced her to take her drink, if not forced it is impossible Agnes will serve her husband, even if only just take drinking water for her.

''Indeed, Mahalini did not go to college?'' asked Mr. Setiawan half-investigating.

'Ware, I have to say what now, ' Inner Agnes.