Triplets' Last Mission.
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"SILENCE!" snapped Mr. Raza.
Instantly, Gwen was immediately silent, she just looked at Mr. Rasa's face with an uncharacteristic look. Her tears began to sag, slowly dripping down her cheeks.
"Em, sorry a-I .. I'm ti-no-"
Not even Mr. Raza apologized properly, Gwen took off Mr. Raza's hand. He ran to his room, slamming the door.
Bam!
His voice was so loud that Joseph heard it. In fact, Joseph just wanted to talk to his naughty daughter.
"Hello, Mas Raza! Are you still there?"
"Njeh, kulo tasih wonten mriki. Pripun, Sir?" sahut Mr. Raza politely. (Yes, I'm still here. How, Sir?)
"Gwen's mad, huh? The sound of the door, right? Please tell him, I'm not angry. But go home, her mother is sick at the thought of her. Thank you in advance, Wassalamu'alaikum warahmatulli wabarakatuh." said Yusuf disconnect the phone.
"Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."
Without delaying any longer, Mr. Raza knocked on Gwen's room door with a gentle greeting. Gwen screamed and asked him to leave. Mr. Raza realized that the door was unlocked. There was no other way, he barged in and saw Gwen eating on the bed.
"Astaghfirullah hal'adzim, you are this, yes. Can't you be a grown-up, Gwen?" upset Mr. Raza. "If you act like this, I'll go home alone today!" the hardic.
Instead of wanting to make Gwen reflect on her mistakes. Hardikan Pak Raza apparently even made Gwen's heart hurt.
"Why? Mr. Raza also snapped at me. Everyone doesn't love me, not even Mr. Raza, who is a stranger, judges me. What's my fault, huh?" sulut Gwen when Mr. Raza turned his head.
"I'm always compared to Aisha. Not to mention, I was also always compared to the other cousins. I'm a family burden, but I have feelings too!"
"I'm acting like this just want to watch over me. Why doesn't everyone love me, why?"
"I also want to be like Aisyah, but in fact I finally can't be like her. I am I, I can't be like Aisha! I love him, he loves me too, but why does everyone keep comparing us, why? Can you explain it to me, Mr Raza?" Gwen started crying.
This was the first time since his encounter with Gwen, seeing her cry. Mr. Raza became pity. Reza hugged Gwen and tried to calm her down. At first Gwen refused with a thrashing. But in the end, he was able to calm down in the arms of Mr. Reza.
"Everyone thinks I'm wrong. No one ever thought I was right. Moreover, Mami, what I did was always wrong in her eyes," Gwen relaxed in Mr. Raza's arms. She continues to explore the role of a girl who always experiences sadness.
"But what Ayesha did was always right. Is it like having a twin brother?" he pretended to cry.
Mr. Raza did not say anything, he just hugged her as a sign of his sympathy. However, Gwen's mischievous thoughts had always been so. He even enjoyed Mr. Raza's body with all his heart.
"Damn it, Mr. Raza's body, why is it so fragrant, anyway? Huh, pervert me!" he murmured in the heart.
Gwen's cell phone rang again. This time, he got a call from his father who since last night worried about him.
"Your father, please lift it up!" pinta Pak Raza let go of his embrace.
Gwen just stared at her phone.
"Why just shut up, let's pick up!"
"Mr alone lift," replied Gwen rejecting her phone.
"Why should I? He is your father" asked Mr. Raza in surprise. The phone died, and a few seconds later it rang back.
Gwen refused, saying, "I can't, I can't lift it because I can't lie to my father at least"
Of course Joseph heard this. Indeed, all this time the most Gwen feared was her father. He can lie with anyone, but not with his father.
"Although the Prophet said that the people who should be respected are Mom, Mom and Mother, then Dad .. but I still can not subordinate my father," continued Gwen again refused her phone.
"But, my thumbs accidentally touched the green button" said Mr. Raza with a stupid smile.
Gwen's face instantly flat. He grabbed his cell phone in Mr. Raza's hand, and started talking to his father. Gwen apologized for leaving without saying goodbye.
Joseph tells her that Rebecca is sick and tells her to go home as soon as possible. Gwen refused. He will return when his mission is complete.
"But, Son ... Your mother's sick right now, don't you feel sorry? Aisha is not home either. Then, who will accompany him when Dad works?"
"Oh Dad, I came here also for a purpose! I heard Brother Chen is here. Coincidentally also Brother Aisyah is also here, what's wrong with me also here?" gwen protest.
"Then, what about your college?"
"Dad just calm down. There's Mr. Raza here. Isn't he the guidance counselor you sent me? Relax!" gwen answered, ignoring everything.
"Son, Mr. Raza also has a family. What if her mother needs it? Don't you feel sorry to see her mother home alone?"
Gwen turned to look at Mr. Raza who was busy with his laptop. What Yusuf said was true, Gwen was not supposed to involve Mr. Raza in his personal affairs. Moreover, Mr. Raza's mother has started to age.
"Dad, I hung up. Assalamu'alaikum, wait for me to come home!" Gwen hung up.
After answering the phone, Gwen approached Mr. Raza and offered to make him food as an apology for bothering him to that extent.
"Sir Raza,"
"Dalem," Again the soft voice of Mr. Raza managed to make the shade of Gwen's heart.
"Aren't you hungry?" ask Gwen.
"Little, why?"
"Em, do you want me to masakin?" Gwen offered herself.
"Can you cook? And what about your situation?" ask Mr. Raza to worry about Gwen's psychic.
Gwen ignored the question. He pulled Mr. Raza's arm and asked him to sit sweetly in the living room. As Willy and his wife would be long at his brother's house, Gwen would use the opportunity to persuade Mr. Raza to keep her company until the mission was complete.
"Wait here, I'll cook rice and vegetables first, okay?" gwen said as she tidied up the sofa.
Mr. Raza did not suspect anything, he gave a thin smile and sat down while looking at some of Gwen's childhood photos that are still stored in the family photo album.
Shortly afterwards, Gwen's screams came from the kitchen. "Anjiir! Bangke!"
"Geez, why are my motor nerves so dirty, anyway? Astaghfirullah hal'adzim is supposed to be!" Gwen slapped her own mouth.
What would Mr Raza do?