Why Should I ?
Bickering

Nadira stops Rama's curiosity. Though his heart ached for lying to his father. But, he could not bear to tell the truth.

"aunty Anna? Well done, by the way thanks dad for him"

Nadira threw away her face, she hid the cry she could barely contain. However, he still implied a smile above his heart wound.

"already, already! Let's eat, cold hunt will not be good"

Kinanti also switched the conversation. He was very indifferent, even impressed no matter the feelings of Rama, if he later knew everything.

There was no line of fear or guilt on his face. He is calm and comfortable with what he has done.

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Nadira POV

After eating, I always take the time to play with Allena and Kevin. To be honest, seeing your laugh like that makes it even harder to say what you should know.

Daddy loves Mama too much, can he be strong if you play behind? Uh, if I were a father, I wouldn't be able to. For me, what you're doing is crazy!

"Mom, mama, if mama's in the father's position, don't you get hurt"

I always cry on every bow. Hope, above prayer. Ask for guidance for mom and happiness for dad. I just hope, the little family they have built for a dozen years can be forever intact, until death separates.

"mah?"

"dira? Why?"

I make sure it's safe around here, just me and Mama. So that I can more freely say the unek-unyak who have judged my heart.

"Mom why do you have to be with dad?"

"tega? You mean what Dir, mama doesn't understand"

My mother, it turned out to be very good at theatrics. He didn't even look groggy when I started to seriously talk. Mmb, or had he thought about this before? Could be, he had prepared a shield if the enemy who forbade his actions began to attack, including me.

"Honestly, mama's cheating?...

" stop Dir! Mama doesn't like you meddling in mama's business! "

" this concerns father and also dira ma, "

" Dira! Again you talk this, mama will not hesitate to hit you yes!"

Just this time, I saw that Mama was very angry with me. What is an outrageous pestle? But, I'm just straightening things out that are clearly wrong.

I could no longer afford to interrupt him, what else was looking into his eyes that looked at me full of anger. Not blinking, and still sharply glaring at me.

"what the hell is it? How horrifying is it?"

Grandma Wati, who had just come back to us. Yes, we are still silent on my big question mark. Silence in the anger of my mother who slammed into my heart.

"The heat? You must be insolent again the same mama right?"

Whats? Dira again? Why the hell grandma, why Dira there is not the slightest right in the eyes of grandma. Always, if there is a commotion between us, grandma immediately negative thinking of me. Huh, this unique looking house, feels like hell to me.

It is better if I just run from before them, carrying my heart wounds hide with tears. 'grandmother, who will feel ashamed if the actions of my mother have been discovered by many people' I screamed in my heart.

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"what the hell is Kin? You guys, you always fight!"

"huh, it's usual to buk. Kinan giddy, how to say Dira. Mom, where the hell is it? It's just coming home at this hour"

"oh, it's an old meeting, so forget about time! Uh, Kin. For the money yes, tomorrow's mom has a promise with the cement"

"later ya buk, I asked the same mas Rama"

"you can be sandeled...

Oh yes, nasehatin tu Dira. Let's not get worse!"

Bu Wati left Kinan with a song. His mouth whistled in his footsteps.