TITISAN MY DAUGHTER
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The next day Dara covered her neck with a shirt collar. He sat down at the dinner table while looking silently at Shabita.

"Are you better? If not permission just do not enter the campus today," suggested Shabita while serving a plate of food for Lani as well as Dara.

Lani glanced at Dara. "Sister, sick?" He looked at Dara's pale face.

"No. It's just the flu."

"Drink medicine, brother."

Anggara looked at Lani. He bribed a meal as his hand reached for Dara's free left fingers under the table. "Eat, Son."

Dara looked at Anggara. He started feeding her. Shabita notices Anggara's change in Dara. Strange thought. Until they arrived at the campus, Lani who had arrived first looked at Dara.

"So, I better go home." He worries.

"Sister's fine, Lani," Dara replied as she kissed her sister's forehead before Lani got out of the car.

"Pa, Brother. Lani goes to class," she said.

"Student learning," Anggara's message. They were both alone in the car. "If it hurts, we better go home."

"Don't!" Dara reflexes holding Anggara's arm. He realized then immediately let go. "Because of fear of being alone, fear of change" he replied.

"Why don't you want to do something, Dara. If you're sick, papa's bothered."

"Because you can't be alone at home. Dara was scared very much."

"There's your mama."

Dara looked at Anggara who was now driving. "Areally who's Dara, Pa?"

"Obviously papa's favorite son, dong."

Dara wants to discuss more, but is afraid Anggara is angry with her. Finally he just kept quiet. Their car arrived at the college. "Better to class, Pa." Dara kisses Anggara's cheek and then comes out. He waved while forcing a smile. When Anggara's car moved away, his face returned sad.

"Hey," reprimanded Bagus while nudging Dara's arm.

"You again. Bored me!"

"Sad, not liking." He grabs Dara's hand and takes her to the cafeteria.

"Eh, I'm gonna put the bag down first!" dara protest.

"What do you want to eat today? I'll deal with it." He patted the chest.

"Not eating. I want to be in class!" Dara wanted to turn around, but was prevented by being pulled and then forced to sit down.

"I'll order you to eat first! Watch if you leave. Kill it!"

"Gerrin, play kill," taunted Dara.

Great to head to the meal booking section immediately. Dara now turns on her phone. He scrolled the phone screen to read the incoming messages. Just a lecturer's message and some groups. He then wrongly touched the gallery icon. He wanted to get off the menu. However, he found a photo of Anggara. He remembers often taking pictures of Anggara with Shabita. He looked at her picture and smiled as he recalled what Anggara had done last night to her. Unaware he called, "Figures."

Dara straightened her seat. "My father" he answered, reaching for a bowl of soup.

"You called your father a name?"

Dara stirred up her soup. "No. It's just nice to call it when you're alone like this," he replied honestly.

Good to see Dara's face. "Do you like your own papa?"

Dara was stopped from bribing her, but only for a moment. He then bribed her to eat. "You carelessly talk."

"It can be." It was good to grab the sambal then add on the soup. "If you see your father is young too. The handsome is good."

"Muji tumben. Don't-don't you have a crush on him," Dara said, smiling sideways.

"War, dong?" goda. "I'm just kidding, anyway. Masa, you have your own crush."

Dara was silent, she glanced at her left right. It was good to eat while looking at Dara's face. This girl was subconsciously looked at by Nice, but she did not care.

"You don't want to accept my love, do you?"

Byurs! Dara spouted her rice. The fit about Nice face. The young man grabbed a tissue to sweep his face. "Sorry, you're talking about it, anyway!" Dara felt bad looking at the sour Nice face.

"Udah is commonly sprayed gini. I usually kill them. Fortunately you are the one who sprayed, if someone else had been cut in the back of this cafeteria he was," he said as he threw a tissue irritatedly to the table.

I don't want Dara to laugh. He was comforted by the funny good talk. The young man had a very high level of humor.

"Laughter on, until you die!" his nag. Then he went back to eating.

"Your mouth can't be silent! Once a talk makes a stomachache." Dara snapped, but her face was holding amused from the sense of wanting to laugh.

Good chewing his food. He looked at Dara who was looking at him. "Yesterday your mama called, but I didn't pick up."

"Oh, that's me going into a street strike so late. That's why they're worried."

"I thought they called to ask me to marry you sooner. I'm ready, but for you I'm not yet established. Wait for your brother to have a job, yeah."

Dara threw the discarded tissue into Bagus' chest. With a swift catch the young man will then throw on Dara's face. The girl closed her eyes in fear. However, Bagus put a tissue, he then rubbed Dara's cheek. Dara opened her eyes, she was stunned by the good treatment on her.

"Uh, baby!" Suddenly Nice pinched hard on Dara's cheeks.

"Good, sick!" Dara. He rubbed his red cheeks. Dara threw the tissue back at Bagus.

This young man tilted his body. Finally the tissue hit the food of the person behind it. Dara immediately pretended to eat while Nice pretended to talk.

"Asam! Who's the freak who threw a tissue in my nose?!" This fat young man stood up. He looked at all the canteen visitors. "Who threw this?!" yells.

Dara and Bagus lowered their heads. They looked at each other and laughed silently. When the fat man looked at them. Dara and Good pretended to be serious about chatting.

"Be careful when I find it. Anyway!" He threatened everyone who didn't care about him. Then he sat back down.

Dara closed her mouth while laughing. He's poking Nice leg. The young man replied.