
Arriving at the palace-like European house, Saddam looked on with a pushy gaze, no matter how long the man had not set foot in the house owned by his parents.
The house only reminded him of his childhood memories, memories of which there was only torture.
His parents educated Saddam hard, worse than military education even when he was 17 years old with the heart of both parents handed Saddam to the secret forces of Brunei, which is notoriously deadly, to learn to be a good fighter.
The servants bowed their heads saluting Saddam, the man walking down the luxurious lobby with a beautiful mosaic floor, the light and sunshine freely entered the lobby made it bright but Saddam's memory of the mansion remained only darkness, because for Saddam the house was only filled with bad memories.
Upon Saddam's arrival in the living room, the guards opened a large door with a beautiful gold-coloured dragon carving.
Farah and her extended family were there, while her parents were smiling.
"You're coming."
Andini stood up and hugged her son.
But Saddam did not return the embrace of his mother at all, the man just looked straight ahead without a word.
Andini let go of his embrace and invited Saddam to sit down.
"Saddam it's time for you and mom to have grandchildren."
Ahmad Hartono's
"Yes mama is also eager to fondle grandchildren, your marriage will be direct as soon as possible."
Said Andini.
"Farah is a beautiful girl and also nice, mama is very agreeable with this relationship."
"What do you think Saddam."
Said Alfred Farah's father.
"What do I think is important?"
Saddam.
"I don't agree, cancel everything, I already have people I like."
Saddam stood up and left the room, everyone feeling awkward.
"I'm impressed with your son's humiliation."
Alfred said he took his wife and children away.
While Ahmad Hartono held back anger and blamed Andini.
"Basic is not good at educating children, your work only consumes my money."
Then the middle-aged man also left the room. Andini chased after her husband and begged him to give her another chance.
"Honey give me a chance, I won't let you down, I've tried and worked hard from Saddam was a kid, and look at him now being a tough Saddam in the business world."
"He's still such a hard-to-manage dog, this time don't let me down."
Ahmad Hartono
"Good baby."
Seeing her husband leaving, Andini gritted her teeth and clenched her hands together.
"Basic son of a bitch."
"Check all Saddam's activities."
Andini said to her bodyguard who had been standing outside the room.
"Good Mistress."
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"PRANG!!!"
"Gobl!!!"
Shouted Jumainah cursing at her husband.
"The mouth can't be set!!!"
Answer Wagiman.
"I am the same as you."
Said Jumainah squeezing Wagiman's face and clawing Wagiman's body.
"PRANG!!!"
There was a plate breaking again, Nindya was in the room, her tantrum screams gave her body goosebumps, at that time Nindya was preparing the clothes she would wear tomorrow morning to go to work.
And a familiar feeling emerged, his body instantly shivering. Although the incident where the rampage and must quarrel is not something new, Nindya still felt fear.
The commotion and throwing insults at each other had made Nindya sick, her life was getting heavy.
The girl got up and came out to see what was going on, her amak and musty were embracing each other but not because they were hugging and loving each other but they were strangling each other.
Nindya went inside her room picking up the wallet and then walked out again approaching her two masters.
Then the girl took out all the money she had left from inside her wallet.
Around Rp. 300,000 and put it on the table near the rampage and musty.
"Mak, musty... This is the last remaining Nindya money, you fuss again for sure because you can not pay installments right."
Nindya said then leaving her amak and musty.
Nindya then packed her things into her bag and wanted to leave the house, the girl was already very impervious, she was already very tired with the burden of life, she was already very tired with the burden of life, moreover, coupled with his frequent tantrums and must quarrel making mental pressure in his life more and more feel the excitement.
Jumainah went into Nindya's room, then returned her child's money.
And snatch Nindya's bag to throw her on the floor.
"What are you doing!!!"
Snapped rampant.
"Go!!! Nindya is not strong from a small until now you are just a storm and fight."
Nindya replied while crying and tight.
"No macem, you can live alone out there!!!
He took Nindya's bag and took her away.
"Don't be weird!!!"
Nindya could only cry unable to express what was in her heart, why her parents were so selfish.
If Nindya should not go but why they always torment the inner girl, even poor Nindya could not think, what exactly did the two old men want.
"I'm so tired..."
Nindya said, and she fell asleep. The tiny body felt cold and shivering, with half conscious of him searching for a blanket nearby, his eyes began to feel swelling and pain. His face was already painful from crying too much.
Elsewhere Saddam was listening to Lucas's information about how the Nindyas were ostracized.
The man clenched his hands and looked very emotional.
"Primitive people, stupid!!!"
Saddam.
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