
Raharjo was in a feeling of indecision, he was very confused as to what to decide.
"Are you seriously going to marry my daughter?" ask Raharjo.
The man nodded." Sure enough, his life will improve again, he will not lack one thing, he will also not be bullied by friends on his campus for being a new poor person."
"The new poor?" tanyanya's confused.
"Your daughter, being the subject of bullying some of her friends, she's eager to retaliate but it seems, if she's in trouble, then her scholarship license will be revoked."
The man told him what he knew about Nadin, and,
Raharjo's heart was broken, he did not expect the fate of his daughter would be boasting people because his family fell poor, but how else all had happened.
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"Mih, Papih's home." Nadin tells her the arrival of his papa.
"Come, where the hell is it? Mamih was worried to know, why Papih went so long?" Nia gave a series of questions to her newly arrived husband.
"I'm looking for money." Raharjo pushed his wife's body slowly.
What happened to Raharjo? Why did he come home with a slightly rude attitude and feel so upset after coming home from the mysterious man's house.
Nia feels the behavior of her husband is unusual, she then followed into the room, while Nadin said goodbye to go to college.
Nia closed the door to her room. "Come on, what's up? Why is your face so agitated?" asked Nia very carefully.
Nia was afraid to offend her husband who seemed to be being very sensitive today.
"I made our son a guarantee" he said.
"guarantee? Our kid? Nadin's." Her lips twitched, she did not expect the husband to be so careless.
"I don't know anymore, how to pay off that gambling debt, so I accepted the old man's offer that I don't know who he really is." Raharjo.
"You sold our daughter to an old man?" shout Nia.
"Mas, look at me." Nia turned her husband's body so they stood face to face.
Nia pointed at her husband's face with trembling hands and spilled tears. "Mas, she's our daughter, she's such a precious princess to us, she's the daughter we grew up lovingly, why do you have the heart!" Nia hit her husband's chest, she didn't expect her husband's actions to go too far so she couldn't prevent it.
"You're crazy, Mas!" shouted again.
A tearful divorce could no longer be held back, she could not imagine her beautiful daughter who had always been her pride, would be the guarantee of her husband's debt. The daughter he always kept, it turned out to have to suffer at the hands of a man who became a cruel man, a man who could bear to sell his own daughter.
"I will not give up my precious daughter, she is the only treasure that cannot be valued with money, which cannot be exchanged for anything." His screams.
"In fact, since she is our precious daughter, so I leave her to the man, I don't want to, my daughter becomes the subject of people's ridicule, I don't want my daughter to feel humiliation." Raharjo looked at Nia.
"What do you mean?" ask Nia.
"Nadin was bullied on his campus, he couldn't fight back for fear of having his scholarship revoked." Raharjo's Stories.
"I won't let my daughter marry the old man you're talking about." Nia Resolute.
Nia came out of the room. Her heart was completely broken like a shred, she no longer knew where her husband's mind was, she no longer knew who the man she was with was now.
Nia went into her daughter's room, she looked at all the photos on the wall. Nia looked at the face in the picture frame, she felt that she failed to become a wife and a mother, she regretted not being able to prevent her husband from playing gambling, if time could be turned, she said, he will make the best use of his time, he will take care of his family, not scatter the money to eat with his friends there and here.
Really time is very valuable, if you waste a second, it will definitely be left behind, especially if you waste it for a long time, it will certainly never be able to catch up, there is only regret for not being able to make the best use of time.
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Nadin went to the campus cafeteria with Shasha, where they were waiting for Merry and Justin, the four friends gathered.
"The agent ate there, today I'll treat you." Justin gave her a menu book and asked her best friend to order food.
Justin offers first to Nadin and his other two best friends, starting to tease him.
"Waw waw, Ladies First guys. Let you see Shasha, your best friend is starting to show his intentions." seduced Merry to Justin and confused Nadin.
"Why?" ask Nadin.
"He wants to get Nadin back, doesn't that mean, Mer?" ask Shasha lugu.
This time Merry is not angry with Shasha, though slow but the question is fitting this time.
"Yes! Right." Merry snapped his finger.
"What the heck you two, here's the menu book, quiet still a lot." Justin gave the menu to the two girls.
Merry and Shasha laughed. "Ordinary times, his face was as rich as a boiled crab so." Ledek Shasha made Merry even more chuckle.
Looking at the familiarity of the four students, it made one feel like one had a rival, but was either really a rival or not, because the young man was confused, wanted to advance or stay standing in place and just looked at it.
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Someone whispered something in the ear of the old man, the man who gave help to Nadin's father.
"Based on a bad boy, why doesn't he act, does he just want to be a loser like his Papa?" Annoyed the old man.
Suganda clenched his hands together, he recalled the events of several years ago when a bad incident happened to his family, when the bad incident made him a man full of supervision, he said, a man who makes himself more careful not to lose.
The heart that was once broken, although now it has been sewn very neatly but still its scars are still clearly visible, so that the shadow of grief remains in its place, not going and not also occupying, so that the shadow of grief remains in its place, the shadow of regret is still engraved clearly, now Suganda wants to fix it, he does not want the neat stitches to open again.
"Stay watch over that brat, I won't let him lose what he likes, like his papa used to." Suganda Command.
Quickly a few of his men watched over the young man, a young man so precious to the old man.
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