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At first Faiq wanted to follow Riki, but he paused after looking at the clock. It's too late afternoon. Finally he turned around to go home. No word from Myesha made Faiq a little worried. Can the girl take care of Yuno herself?

The sun descended into confusion, leaving a blue sky with orange-colored twilight clouds. Faiq drove his car home at high speed, now not only Cucut waiting for his return. But there are two other lives.

Faiq frowned when there was a car of Myesha's parents in the yard, before there was no notice at all they would come.

From the outside, it looks like Dad is in the car playing a cell phone. At first Faiq wanted to say hello but he said it and immediately went into the house.

"Assalamualaikum" Faiq said as he entered the house.

In the living room was a suitcase and some cardboard boxes, Myesha's stepmother on the sofa. While Myesha stood up while fondling Yuno.

"Waalaikumsalam, look son, I've come home." Myesha immediately approached Faiq with a stifled smile.

Kiss my forehead. Pinta Myesha.

For a moment Faiq tried to digest the situation until he finally complied to kiss Myesha's forehead. Very awkward because it was the first time he had kissed a girl.

"Father's son is getting bigger today," said Faiq dressingan kissed Yuno's cheeks that began to bulge.

His eyes glanced at Myesha's stepmother who threw away face arrogantly. Although new to come but Faiq knows that the current atmosphere is very uncomfortable.

"Mas must be tired, take a bath there later I'll ready for dinner."

Myesha looks very natural acting like a wife and mother.

"Don't you know that your parents are coming?" ask Faiq.

"They're here just dropping off stuff, don't think about it."

"But it's still ...." Faiq's talk came to a halt after getting a sharp glare from Myesha.

The direction of the eyes showed that at this time Faiq should be silent and should not interfere.

"Quick shower Mas," said Myesha softly.

"All right I take a shower" replied Faiq finally according. The look in his eyes still pointed towards Stepmother Myesha.

The middle-aged woman did not say hello or see Faiq in the least. It's like there's a feeling of hate there.

"Mother see for yourself, don't you think I'm so happy right now. I have a son and a husband who loves me. So either you dump me or you have no effect at all."

Myesha's eyes glared sharply at her stepmother. This time Tuti returned Myesha's gaze while standing up from a sitting position.

"Good, from now on you don't have to go home anymore. All your stuff and your mother's stuff I gave you. Don't expect an inheritance from your father because it's never gonna happen."

Hearing that Myesha smiled mockingly. "Pad's legacy how much until Mother did this? Take Bun, I don't like abuse."

Right on target and hurting Tuti's self-esteem. Yusup is not as rich as Faiq's parents, but has a number of coffee gardens. If it is divided for the three children the result will be little. Therefore, Tuti tried to throw Myesha away until she did not get a penny.

At first Myesha thought that Tuti only wanted to monopolize the love of her father, but now it was clear that all her stepmother wanted was a treasure. It's okay, since her father prefers Tuti and throws her away far away Myesha doesn't expect anything more from her father including inheritance.

"Then it's even easier, you assume you agree not to ask for inheritance."

Only reply to a condescending smile by Myesha, Tuti passed away from Myesha's house until the sound of a car came out of the courtyard of the house.

The girl bit her lower lip, clutching Yuno firmly. It holds anger and turmoil in the heart.

His eyes looked at all the things he had left at home. Now he's completely driven out, has no purpose and no home to go home to. Even his name was no longer on their family card.

"I guarantee you a shoulder, cry for relief" said Faiq who was right next to Myesha.

Faiq patted her wide shoulders, her eyes glazed over both of Myesha's eyes. Then pull him closer. Yuno was speechless and engrossed with her imagination being pinched by two people.

Slowly but surely Myesha's tears flowed without warning. Precisely soaked Faiq's chest which he made a backrest. Faiq's right hand stretched out rubbing Myesha's hair.

"No papa you cry, but after this never again cry for stepmother who does not have that ahlak."

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seriated.

Don't forget the vote. Let my critical hand go to waste.