TITISAN MY DAUGHTER
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Shabita wondered why Dara's voice sounded like she was talking to someone. He then came to Dara and found the boy playing with a doll.

"What else?" shabita asked while crouching.

The beautiful Dara was wearing red clothes and the purple hairpin turned her head. "Main doll!" quickly answer. He took a small comb and combed the doll's hair.

"Well, did you say the same stuff?"

"Mama ..." Dara's speech was interrupted. He smiled and looked at something interesting behind Shabita.

Shabita suspected that she turned around. There was no one behind him. "Because of what?"

Dara nodded, he returned to play. Shabita bristles, he rubs the nape and both arms alternately. Did that guy follow you here? "Our men were bobo first" Shabita said.

"Main!" whining Dara when she was about to be carried by Shabita.

"Later, yeah. It's a mess!" shabita Rayu.

"Em," Dara replied with a frown.

Shabita took him to the room. He laid Dara. "Sleep" whispered Shabita. Dara closed her eyes, not for long before Dara fell asleep, but even the slumbering Shabita.

Dara opened her eyes. He walked slowly to the playground. "Bobo mom!" said.

The female ghost in their house appeared in front of Dara. "You love you, Dara."

"Yes, my dear Mama!"

"But your mama's got a new adak in her belly, Dara."

"Yes, Dara's a cute bitch!"

"If dear mama keeps Dara dear?"

"Curvy, must be tired!" Dara leaped cheerfully while laughing.

"Papa dear, Dara?"

"Darling, dear papa!"

"If there's a bitch, papa's still a darling?"

"Guys?" Dara stopped her behavior. He frowned because it was always the adek he was holding.

"If there's a bitch, Dara is not loved anymore as papa, same mama."

"Darling, really!" Dara ngotong's. She could not believe that her mother and father did not love her anymore.

"Whose son?"

"Mama's the same papa."

"Mama's son."

"Papa's son!" Dara insisted. Although she was two months away, she was four years old, but Dara was able to think well.

"No! Dara son of Toni. Someone else's child!"

"Papa's son!" Dara whining. He yelled.

"Because not the son of Anggara. Dara will not be loved again if the sister in the stomach of the mother is born. Dara dumped!" He managed to instigate Dara. Just a little more to make the boy believe and later antagonize his father.

"No! My dad, my dad!" hysterical scream Dara.

Shabita jerked from her sleep she woke up because she heard Dara screaming while crying. "Become!" call him when the boy is not by his side. Shabita immediately ran towards the direction of her daughter's voice.

"My father loves me!"

"Become!" call the aunt Anggara. He came first from Shabita. "Why?" He hugged his now crying grandson.

"My dear father, Grandma!"

"Yes, yeah. My father, Dara!" He gently brushed his grandson's hair.

"Become!" Shabita walked quickly to Dara. "Why is he, Tan?"

"I don't know, here. She screamed, "he replied.

"Where, make bobo. Even here?" Shabita persuades Dara to return to her.

Dara looked at Shabita's stomach. He did not want to be taken by his mother. "Same grandma!" the answer.

Shabita looked at the woman. Karina understood, she then said, "Let's be aunty."

"Okay, Auntie." Shabita. He just looked at Dara who was carried, taken to Karina's room.

Aggara went home, he was exhausted because he had to surround watching his subordinates. Looking at Shabita who was lying alone that night, unaccompanied by Dara, made her contemplate bathing.

"Where's Dara?"

"Just like her grandmother" Shabita replied weakly.

Anggara approached Shabita. "You tumben took Dara off?"

"His parents want to be with his grandmother."

"I take a shower first. We'll talk again." Anggara then leaves Shabita.

Dara playing with Karina. He laughed as Sonia told him something funny. Anggara came and immediately rubbed gently on Dara's hair.

"Papa," said Dara.

"Bobo here are you the same papa?"

"Grandma!"

Anggara looked at Karina. "Just be wild. This time too," said Karina.

"Don't love you first." Anggara gives her cheeks to Dara.

"Darling, Papa!" Dara kisses Anggara's cheeks.

"Did you laugh at the door?" ask a father. Zulfikar. Big, taller than Anggara. Thin mustache and neat sideburns on his face.

"Omm?" Anggara was surprised to see his uncle had arrived from his duties.

"Om, just came home this afternoon, but because of the busy meeting with your child, om so no playmates. Yuk, play us!"

"Ta-ta-but, Om!" Anggara tried to refuse when embraced by his shoulder and then pulled towards the living room.

"Come on, we haven't had coffee in the shop for a long time. Eat satay by the roadside!"

"But, Om! Anggara still in pajamas!"

"Not to change. Handsome people to be naked too, okay to have!" He tried to force Anggara.

The acid! This guy just bothers! Finally Anggara only frowned while they were sitting in a street stall five feet.

"Sate, Bang, one hundred pricks!" zulfikar.

"Hundred pricks? That's what Sundal Bolong is," Anggara burlesque.

"Om, haven't eaten very well in a long time. Stay here, om want revenge." Zulfikar waved at a woman who was smiling at him. "former!" point at.

"Not asked!"

"Who knows you think it's my affair" replied Zulfikar as he grabbed a fork and played on the table. "Om, kangen is the same as you, but look at him fun with Dara, om so envious. Want to be pampered."

"That's not me either, Om."

"I want to tell you a story! What are you doing?!"

"You eat" Anggara replied. It whizzed Zulfikar.

"Leave a listen you're bothered right!"

"Yes, Om. Please tell me again. Foaming mouth is also not papa, story deh."

"Asam!" objurgation.

"Sir, orders. Drink what?" ask the satay trader.

"Es tea two-uh! Four, huh. I eat a lot of drinks!" the message.

"Worthy of a large body, eat it not roughly."

"Om, this is big, but not fat. Look at om's body, shaped right?" Zulfikar.

"Yes" said Anggara. He was lazy to discuss his uncle's burly body. When he has discussed it later he bothered himself.

"Eating, sports," he talks.

"Yes" answered Anggara.

"Eat, come!" Zulfikar chewing satay.

Anggara must eat. He was just unhappy and unappetizing at his uncle's greedy way of eating. Even when the drinks came, three large glasses of tea were spent all. "Again, four more glasses!" the message.

Anggara. He looked at Zulfikar who was still eating. Was it eating or snacking?

"Eat, if we order less!" his orders.

"Done!" reject Anggara.

Shabita was agitated, Anggara said he would come after seeing Dara, but it was two hours past that the young man did not come. He remembered Karina, had expressed his heart about Anggara. "Don't they cheat anymore? Ooo, lookout!" Shabita then goes to Karina's room.

"Tante," call him.

"Susss, he's sleeping." Karina tells Shabita to lower her voice.

"Signals don't come to my room. She said she wanted to come after seeing Dara" Shabita said.

"Oh, it was here, but it left two hours ago."

Shabita tried to look in there. "Can I kiss Dara?"

Karina opened the door wide, then Shabita came in. He glanced at the room. Where is that guy? He then gently rubbed Dara's forehead.

It was heard from outside the voice of Anggara and his uncle. Shabita's coming out. He sees Anggara heading to his room and his uncle heading to Karina's room.

"Where from?"

"So my uncle nemanin drank coffee," Anggara replied as he entered the room.

"Can, you can say it first."

"Pulled earlier, forced to come."

"I thought you were ..." Shabita silent he lazyly discusses. It's a shame that Anggara knew he was jealous of Karina.

"What's up, baby?" Anggara embraces Shabita.

"Nothing" he answered while lying down.

"I'm so sleepy, here. I slept first, yeah." Anggara then takes the bed next to Shabita.

Shabita daydreams, he is still annoyed with Anggara. "Gee!" his yell. He was shocked when Anggara embraced him.

"Butts. Sleep, Yang."

"Where do you want to sleep if your hands go everywhere?!"

"Eh, yeah. That's probably a rat in the blanket. You, the smell of not having a bath."

"Nothing!" Shabita pushing Anggara.

"Here, let the smell remain in love, really." Anggara regained Shabita.

"Asam!" shabita Oath.

Anggara just chuckled, he kissed Shabita's cheek in a fit of anxiety.