TITISAN MY DAUGHTER
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Fifteen years later. The age from now on is nineteen years old. On college. The beautiful girl resembles Talia's face, looking at Anggara who is now eating breakfast at the table along with herself and Lani. His little sister had reached the age of nearly fifteen. The girl who also has a body and face that is almost similar to Dara has wavy hair while Talia has straight hair. Not infrequently they are often said to be twins by people who just saw it.

"Papa, why isn't it working today?" ask Dara.

Anggara did not look at Dara. He was busy bribing. "There's business" he answered. As if intentionally avoiding.

"Father," whined Lani. He finished eating. "You want to go to a friend's house, okay?"

"No!" anggara replied firmly. It immediately finishes the meal and then sweeps the lips with a tissue. Shabita was washing dishes in the kitchen. Anggara immediately approached and helped. "You busy?"

"Not really," replied Shabita. "Why?"

"Bikin sister, yuk!" anggara Goda.

"Huh, what did you say? It's old too!" shabita Protest.

"Joking, that's all getting angry." Anggara poking Shabita's cheeks.

Shabita shifts away from Anggara. Talia unintentionally looked at their affection in the kitchen. She hesitates to rebuke, but Lani bluntly embraces her arm and pulls towards their parents.

"Papa, when to go? Lani and Kak Dara are going to be late!"

Shabita glanced at Anggara while Anggara smiled and pushed the two of them slowly out of the kitchen. "Sana, wait in front. Papa wants gas money first with mom."

Anggara immediately approached Shabita. "I'll go first, yeah. We'll be both again" he said, kissing his wife's left right cheek.

"Every day parting? Fuck up!" omel Shabita is slow.

"Papa, why so long?!" lani Whine.

Anggara glanced at Dara, he then got into the car without answering Lani's whine. Dara looked at Anggara's face from behind the windshield. Inadvertently their views meet when Anggara wants to look at Lani. Anggara and Dara immediately turned their eyes away.

"Lani, it's arrived. Good study!" anggara's Message.

"Yes, Pa!" Lani then went with her friend to the school gate.

Now Dara lives in the car. Dara immediately moved forward before Anggara ran the car. "Papa, why, Papa just shut up? Is there a problem?"

"No, Papa's just thinking about work" he lied.

"Papa" he called

"Yes." Yeah."

"Dear baby, Dara or not? Why does Dara feel, Papa always dodges?" Dara said softly while playing the fingers on her lap. He looked down when he asked that.

Anggara glanced, he was running the car. "Why asked? Obviously, dear Papa. Time, same son himself no."

"Because, Papa's still angry with Dara about that du-"

"Be quiet" Anggara asked as he pulled over the car by the road under a tree.

"Because of fear, Papa is still angry. I don't love Dara anymore."

"You want to go to college, right? It'll be too late if you keep talking about it."

Dara looked at Anggara. "Become, just take a day off."

Aggara leaned back, he looked ahead. "Father, baby. Still as dear as Dara when she was a child."

Dara turned her face. "Because it's too late, Pa."

The car was run. Arriving in front of the campus. Anggara deliberately went out to drive Dara into the gate. "You learned well. Don't be naughty let alone be friends with a bad one," Anggara's message as she kissed Dara's forehead and left.

Dara nodded. He was sad because Anggara was less familiar with him since the incident Lani in the old house.

"Hey, your dad's a good-looking guy, huh?" goda Anes while embracing the book then went hand in hand with Dara.

"My father, fight!" dara Ejek.

"Yes, know. Father I'm not as handsome as your father, but don't blame me for being your stepmom."

Dara said she did not accept. "Do you want my papa to be polygamous or my mama to die?"

"Allah, just joking around with anger" Anes denied.

"I don't want a stepmom!" Dara walked quickly to class.

"Tu son feel once," Anes murmured as he followed.

A young man in a plain black shirt glanced at Dara. He grabbed a book on the table and wrote. A paper ball was thrown at the girl's table. Dara grabs, then reads, "You have a boyfriend, right? If you don't want to be my girlfriend?" Dara glanced, then tore the paper and then indifferently to look the other way. Back second paper thrown. "Kok, ripped off, not answered first? I'm waiting for your reply." Dara sighed then looked at Good. "Why are you, anyway? Don't be nosy, yeah!"

"Your boyfriend is a lot. All over this campus! And I want you to make me how?"

"Anyway by the way. I don't have a boyfriend!" good Protest while scowling.

"That girl, for example!" Dara pointed at the girl in front of the door who was now waving because it was seen as good.

"Oh, that's not my girl. She has a crush on me!" he rebutted while turning away from the girl in green.

"The left end there?" Dara glanced to the left.

Good to look at. The sweet, round-faced girl named Rara. "He's not either!" Good to admit Rara does like to glance and seek attention, but not necessarily the girl really wants to be with him.

"That's right there!" point Dara next to her with lips.

Good to see Hayati at a glance. "That's not a girlfriend, my dear!" He's anxious. It is very desirable to pinch both cheeks Dara is very cute.

"God, nipu. It's also outside of the heart, for duty!" ledek. Dara looked ahead.

"Ngasal if you talk. There's no way I'm doing that."

Dara did not reply, she only glanced at Nice at a glance then returned busy looking out of the classroom.

***

Anggara. He glanced at Shabita who was watching a television show. "What are you doing?" the rock while sitting with Shabita.

"Neighborhood near? Is there no seat?"

"Swot on!" Anggara pinched Shabita's mouth

"I'm lazy to see you."

"Eh, why else? My time is being thrown away?" Anggara grabbed both of Shabita's shoulders.

"You're spoiled right. The older the spoiled."

Anggara laughs. Somehow getting older, he increasingly wanted to be spoiled by Shabita. Though he used to spoil his wife then after their children mature, he turned to want to be spoiled. Not infrequently he often stole the opportunity to embrace Shabita. "Can, naturally. Let's be more friendly," he said.

"I suspect you're more friendly just want to cover up your affair out there" Shabita said. He was suspicious. Since Anggara was appointed as Commissioner, he rarely returned home. Only phone calls and chat messages are always friendly, but rarely answered when in-chat. Now she shows an exaggerated spoiled side that makes Shabita suspect her.

"No, honey. I love you and there is no one else but you!" press Anggara while pinching both of Shabita's cheeks.

"Alas, I'm ashamed to have been the head of four acts like this!" ledek Shabita while brushed Anggara's hand away.

"But our faces don't look like that, do they? They thought we were still two heads. Haha ...."

"Whatever you want to say!" Shabita grabs the television remote then she changes her channel.

"Honey," persuaded Anggara.

"Hem" replied Shabita.

"Tonight walk, yuk!"

"Jalan aja. From here to the walking kitchen."

"Huh, what is it? I mean the way out of the house. We wash our eyes while we look for snacks."

"You bought crackers at the stall. We eat here."

Anggara was anxious, he then shook Shabita's body. "I miss! You know what?!"

"Yes, already. We'll be walking tonight."

"Horay!" Anggara clapped.

Crazy this guy! Shabita was uncomfortable to see the behavior of Anggara is very strange. Like teenagers. Is it in puberty?

The female ghost was still following as Dara was washing her hands at the school faucet. "Your father doesn't care about you anymore, does he? I have a solution so he can be with you for the rest."

"How's it?" whispered Dara.

"Tempt him."

Dara stopped washing, then continued back after successfully sighing. "I don't want to." Dara. He then went to the cafeteria to gather with his best friend who had been waiting there.

Sorry, I just posted. Since I had no spare chapters for this novel then I wrote every day. And because these few days I'm in mourning so I'm not focused on making stories. Please pray for my deceased father who died on Dec 29, 2020. May he be given a glorious place, received by his charity, and be spared the torment of the fires of hell. Amens. Thank you for waiting for this story.