Was it wrong of me to love you?
Dhafi Refutation

Dhafi House

Grandpa Dwi sipped bitter coffee commonly made by Bu Hana, Dhafi who had caught up with his grandfather into the house looks restless in his sitting, let alone still feel a throbbing at the base of his thighs. Soon Jafri's father from Dhafi joined them in the living room.

“It looks like your youth behavior is down to your son, Jafri!” reprimand Grandpa Dwi. The middle-aged man who had just dropped his ass over the sofa with a cup of coffee his wife made, straightened his head and looked at his son.

“Grandfather misunderstood, I am not like Kek's father, by Allah .. I dare swear,” rebut Dhafi did not want to admit it.

The old man raised one of his legs and rested on the other, the corner of his lips tilted sideways as if throbbing. “Grandfather has 70 years of eating salt acid in this world, no need you refute, Grandfather will know for himself even if you cover it. Because from the look of your eyes look different when looking at his cousin Aurelia. And from the gesture of your wife's body also shows that your household has something to hide,” added Grandpa Dwi calm, but the demands he said were full of emphasis.

Dhafi rubbed his nape and tried not to be provoked by guesswork, must remain calm and unemotional.

Jafri's father, who had heard earlier, finally opened his voice. “Don't make the mistake you once did, just out of a moment's lust end up being tempted by another woman. I know your marriage is due to be betrothed, but at least enjoy the character of your wife, if your heart still can not like it then choose the best path. But instead of drugging your wife when there's still a marriage bond, it's the same you're a bastard!”

Again Dhafi tried to look calm. “Grandfather, Father .. I swear to God I'm not playing with Aurelia's brother. Grandpa and Dad can ask directly with Faiza,” reply Dhafi trying to make the two old men believe in his nonsense.

“Do not carry the name of Allah, you will be doomed if your oath is not in accordance with reality. After all, Grandpa also wants to rethink the issue of inheritance for you. Maybe it's good Aurelia alone who got the plantation land has Grandpa, rather than for you, has started acting,” said Grandpa Dwi while sipping bitter coffee.

“Gak can be so dong Kek, Aurelia is only the granddaughter-in-law, not the grandchild. I can assure Grandpa that I don't play with Faiza, and have never cheated on Aurelia,” Dhafi finally lured in as well. The man got up from his seat and searched for Faiza, then he soon returned to the living room holding Faiza's wrist. The woman seemed confused as to why she was being led there.

“Kakek, this is Faiza ... Grandpa could have asked her directly if I was with her there was no connection whatsoever. By Allah.” Back again Dhafi swore in front of Grandpa Dwi to be more sure, but Grandpa Dwi actually smiled slanted when he looked at the two of them. While Jafri's father let out a long sigh seeing that his son had not yet released Faiza's wrist, without saying much already explained!

“Jafri look at your son, exactly once with you, we just have to wait for more real proof!” said Grandpa Dwi so calmly, then the old man got up from his seat, while Jafri's father rubbed his nape which felt increasingly heavy. True said the old man's old saying, a person's bad behavior in the past will usually come down in one of his descendants.

Dhafi looks confused at the attitude of Grandpa Dwi who actually left without waiting for clarity from Faiza, as well as Jafri's father was forced to stand up and look disappointed at his son.

“If you really have nothing to do with Faiza, you should not have to hold Faiza's hand, just call her. Don't let you regret!” reprimand Jafri's father before stepping his foot out of the house, to enjoy a bar of opium.

Dhafi lowered his head and saw that his hands were still holding his wrists, upset with Faiza's hands.

“Damn it!” dhafi I swear.

“Damn what Mas!” reply Faiza follow upset.

The man unsheathed his sharp gaze without saying to Faiza, then left just like that, rising to the second floor.

“Don't until the inheritance falls into Aurelia's hands, it's mine! I have to show my relationship with Aurel is fine! But a minute ... Who picked up Aurelia just now, was she really a mesh lady like Faiza said! The insolent! Just be careful if you have reached home, Aurel ” growled inner Dhafi.

In a different place, still in the chicken porridge, Athallah great had spent a bowl of chicken porridge, now taking turns Aurelia who ate his chicken porridge in a state of holding a small employer, and now, though Emran had asked Athalah to move into his lap but his little boy did not want to move, he wanted the same nanny was comfortable.

About 15 minutes Aurelia had spent her part, then her net was like looking for something on her right and left side, but nothing.

“Yes Allah .. I forgot to bring a wallet, how to pay for chicken porridge,” muttered Aurelia in confusion, he just remembered when he left to bring nothing because he did not have time to enter the house again. He had to turn his face to the side with a gloating and unpleasant feeling.

“Master, may I borrow 50 thousand only, tomorrow I change,” said Aurelia rather slowly.

Emran raised one of his eyebrows, and flashed his neutrals. “New work a few days already dare to borrow money,” Inner Emran, begin to assess his son's nanny.

“Make what?”

“My wallet missed Master, so I can't pay for the chicken porridge, if we don't pay for it will be emelin with his brother, he said, anyway you are ashamed if you do not pay time out of a luxury car but can not pay for the chicken porridge,” Aurelia replied, but she immediately patted her lips why so impressed insinuating her employer.

Emran sizzled, yes yes, when cooking people as rich as he could not afford chicken porridge, what the world said later.

“Then talk in the filter first!” reprimanded Emran issued a firm stance.

“Sorry Mr.” Aurelia immediately lowered her gaze, with a sense of confusion to pay for the chicken porridge.

It turned out that Emran called the porridgeist and paid for their food. “No need to be returned, make it Mr. Just,” Emran said when giving a red sheet of money he took out of his wallet.

The chicken porridge maker's eyes immediately kninclong his eyes, get for 70 thousand. “Makasih many sir, may his sustenance increase .. may his family always be happy, always get along well, his son's pisan case like his father and mother, hopefully add another momongan sir,” said the chicken porridgeist praised.

“Aam—.” Auto shut up Aurelia heard the words of the chicken porridge, it seems the wrong prayer to be guaranteed and just contact Emran with Aurelia glanced at each other for a moment and both threw away his face.

"Since when I married her, ck .. like no other woman!" inner Emran grumbled in annoyance.

“Still yes Sir, the chicken porridge is good,” further said Aurelia.

“Hatur nohun Neng.”

The young woman also commented on her thin smile and tried to move from her seat while lifting her little employer who already looked sleepy, and unbeknownst to Aurelia the underside shirt was slightly revealed upwards, until his white waist was clearly visible on Emran's face, because the man was still sitting next to him.

“Why is his waist on all blue-blue, kayak out of bludgeoning or disabet?” inner Emran accidentally saw again, and was a bit curious because before he saw a bruise on the upper arm.

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