Try my Love
Chapter 25's

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The day is getting late. Most people have been swept away in the cradle of their dreams. However, unlike Mr. Ananta who is still awake. Waiting for the return of his two sons who until now have not been seen the trunk of his nose.

Sitting on the living room sofa without being lit by lights. His two hands were clinging to each other in front of his chest, his eyes reddened looking at the constantly rotating wall clock.

Actually tonight, exactly at eight o'clock tonight he just got home from his service. However, there was only the wife who welcomed his arrival, while his two children were somewhere.

His wife told him that his eldest son was at his friend's house to finish his thesis and might come home late. While the youngest was going with his friend somewhere and said he would come home late.

Hearing the reason of his youngest son, Mr. Ananta was increasingly burned with anger. Especially after what he found in his son's room. Plus, Fiki had never played with his friend until late at night.

Waiting and waiting, that's what Mr. Ananta did.

Chequelek

Door opens. With a swift Mr. Ananta turned on the living room lights. The shock made someone who had just entered shocked.

"Papa? Papa has come home," greeted him with a smile and immediately crucified Mr. Ananta.

"I'm sorry, Shandy just finished writing the same thesis. It was a little late coming home," Shandy looked down.

"Yes bang. No pa-pa, but do not forget to rest and take care of health," advised Mr. Ananta.

"Ready Pa!" Shandy smiled.

"Yes, you're done eating it."

"Shandy's been eating Pa's food" Shandy said.

"If so go straight to sleep," Mr. Ananta patted Shandy on the shoulder.

Shandy nodded. "Then Shandy went to Pa's room first."

"Yes." Yeah."

Three steps Shandy walked, he looked back. "Why not sleep?"

"Papa's still waiting for your sister!" said Mr. Ananta full of emphasis.

"Fiki Si? Haven't you returned him yet?" Shandy came back to Papa.

"Yet. From papa home he is not at home," indifferent Mr. Ananta.

"Lha tumbens? Not usually" Shandy's monologue.

"Udah is starting to dare your sister! Play not for time!" cecar Pak Ananta.

"But Shandy is sure, there must be a reason Fiki is like Pa. Shandy hope papa don't immediately get angry with Fiki yes," was-was Shandy.

"You teach papa?!" Mr. Ananta stared hard at Shandy, making Shandy immediately lowered his head.

"Have you gone into the room! Let papa wait for him here!" mr Ananta's Final.

If it is like that, Shandy can only obey rather than the emotions of the increasingly ignited Papa. Shandy began to climb the stairs, sometimes he turned to look at the Papa who was back sitting on the sofa. Not forgetting the lights of the room he turned off.

'Fik cepetan go home!' inner Shandy.

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"It's a payday for you two!" someone offered Fajri a few rupiahs.

"Thank you!" fajri.

"Thank you!" say Fiki too.

"Either. I admit your looks were amazing. Cool!" said the man while giving his two thumbs up.

"I think the visitors liked it too. Good job!" the man patted Fajri and Fiki on the shoulder. The two smiled at each other.

"O yes. What was your temen name?" ask the man to Fajri.

"Movie."

"Ahh yes Fiki," point it at Fiki. "You are very talented, your voice is good and you are good at playing musical instruments. How about you join Fajri's part-time job?" bargained for.

"Ehm I mean. Not just replace Zweitson doang. But then the three of you can perform together," said the man by showing a row of teeth.

"Thank you in advance. But I haven't given my permission. I'll ask you later, hehe," Fiki rubbed his nape.

"Ouh what. Yes, no papa. But inget, if you need this job you just come right away. Don't worry. Okay?"

"Ready om" Fiki replied with a smile.

"Yes, if so, go first. You two be careful!" he told the two teenagers.

"Ready om!" compact 2F.

Fajri began calculating their wages and halving them equally. Some he brought, some he gave to Fiki.

"It's Fik Lo's part," Fajri puts money on Fiki.

"This is my money?" fiki said when he received the money.

"Seriously," Fajri cheered. "Could you make your own money?" Fajri raised his eyebrows.

Fiki nodded steadily. Honestly, just this time he had his own hard-earned money. It feels different. There is a sense of pride in itself.

'Daddy Mama must be proud of me. Because I was able to get my own money, Fiki smiled imagining both parents who would hug him tightly because their children could be independent like this now.

"Yes, it's back. Malem too. Later Lo sought again the same bokap Lo," kekeh Fajri.

"Loved me lo?!" sewot Fiki's.

"No joking, no kidding," Fajri shook his head.

The two of them took off their bikes and split up at a crossroads. Arriving in front of the house, Fiki felt that all the residents of the house had fallen asleep. Because from the outside, the house looks dark no more lights are lit. It's late at night, too.

After parking the motor. Fiki walked towards the door of the house and opened it. How surprised he was when the lights suddenly lit up and the sound of clapping greeted him.

Proks

Proks

Proks

"Papa? Papa's home yet?" Fiki shows no fear at all, instead he looks happy. Because his Papa who has not come home for days because of work. Now it's in front of him.

Moreover, he also wanted to show the results of his hard work from a hobby that his father had always considered as useless.

"What time does my dad come home? Sorry Fiki can't welcome Papa. It was Fiki...."

BRACKET

Fiki gasped in shock at the sound of a table shake that sounded very loud.

"Where are you?! Just got home at this hour?! Keep crawling!" mr. Ananta's voice raised up making Fiki just gawking.

"F-Fiki help me make...."

"Well, play by the way! Who taught you to lie?!". Again Fiki's words were cut by his Papa.

"Fiki didn't lie to Pa. Fiki was."

"Udah on them you!" jolt Pak Ananta with reddened eyes.

"What the fuck?! Aha!!" Mr. Ananta put a piece of paper on Fiki's chest. Fiki immediately saw what paper it was. How surprised he was, it turned out that the paper was a geographical paper that he had not been able to hide this afternoon.

"Why can your grades go down so rapidly?!" Mr. Ananta looked at Fiki with the gaze of an eagle.

"Papa didn't ask for a macem with you Fiki. Papa just wants you to focus on your school! Your grades should be good! If it's like this what would you be?!" this time Mr. Ananta really could not hold back his emotions anymore.

"Sorry," said Fiki shaking with heated eyes.

"F-Fiki promise, Fiki will learn more."

"Allah! How do you want to learn? Your people are just a genjrang genjreng unclear!" cynical Mr. Ananta.

"Denger to Fiki! You can't be what Papa wants. At least you should be proud of me! If your grades are bad like this, what will you be?!" smitten Mr. Ananta makes the heart of Fiki more sliced.

"Papa wants you to be a great businessman. Forwarding our family company!" said Mr. Ananta.

Fiki raised his head which had lowered earlier. I dare to look at my Dad. "But Fiki had a dream of his own" he said.

"What dream?! Is your dream to be proud of your mom and dad?" Mr. Ananta looked at Fiki no less sharply.

"Fiki likes music and Fiki wants to be Pa's musician" Fiki tries to convince her parents.

Mr. Ananta smiled obliquely. "So that's your dream?! That kind of useless dream?!"

It's free for Fiki to tell his Papa that dream. At any moment his thoughts will never change. When will he support Fiki?

"Now look! Because of this, is your value so ugly?!" Mr. Ananta grabbed the guitar in Fiki's car.

Fiki who saw it was trying to take it back. However, "Diem you!". Mr. Ananta pointed at Fiki, then opened the guitar bag and took out a stringed object from inside.

"Papa just don't want your future ruined just because of the uselessness of kayak gini!"

"That's not what makes Fiki like Pa! Fiki please turn on Fiki's guitar!" pinta Fiki with a face.

"If this isn't what?!" ask Mr. Ananta with a tone that is getting higher.

Fiki couldn't answer that. He could only fall silent with increasingly heated eyes. The clear liquid kept forcing it to get out of there.

Hearing the noise, Shandy and Bu Ani walked out of the room. Seeing the two people's quarrel in the living room.

"Can't answer, right?!" Mr. Ananta shook Fiki's body.

"Just Papa wants you to be diligent in learning and become champion one without any interference!" mr Ananta's Final.

Prak

Prak

Prak

"PAPA DON'T!!!" fiki shouted as Mr. Ananta lashed Fiki's guitar at the table.

"Father!" shouted Bu Ani and Shandy who immediately approached Pak Ananta and Fiki.

"Papa pa!" pinta Bu Ani to her husband.

"Father!" shandy Shouts.

After the guitar was destroyed, with the circus Mr. Ananta threw it right in front of Fiki. Making Fiki can no longer hold back her tears. The clear circle just fell without warning.

"Don't be weak! What man are you?! That's how it cries!" jolt Pak Ananta on Fiki who is now struggling to see the parts of his guitar scattered.

"It's Pa," Bu Ani held her husband's shoulder.

"Kok papa really has the same heart Fiki," Shandy protested that helped Fiki stand up.

"This is because if you play with your education," Ananta told Fiki.

"Remember Fiki! If you're macem again, papa won't hesitate to do more than this!" tukas Pak Ananta who immediately left from there to his room.

Fiki looked at her Papa's back nanar that was getting away. Hearing his Papa's words, he could only make up. How could Papa have gotten that butter on him.

"Fik," Shandy called out to his sister.

After seeing the Papa go into the room. Without saying goodbye to Mama and her sister, Fiki quickly walked to her room.

"Fiki wait!" shandy yelled, which Fiki did not give.

"Shandy after Fiki first yes Ma" said Shandy.

"Yes bang. Please make Fiki understand ya," Bu Ani stroked Shandy's arm.

"Yes Ma."

Shandy immediately followed Fiki into his room. While Bu Ani began to clean up the mess that had just been caused by her husband.

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