Dating Contract

CHAPTER 181: THE FEAR OF A FATHER

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"Sit down, son," said the father very gently.

There is no desire to test the father's patience, but Lydia is not used to the face of the father who is far from ordinary.

Still standing, Lydia froze behind the couch in her father's room

Time seemed to pass slowly, due to the mouth of the uncle's bucket. Highlight the eyes of the father who was soft and affectionate, now so shrinking Lydia's guts until her stomach feels like squeezed and twisted.

"Don't just stand around." The papah sat curled up, not hiding his dislike, as if a hot fireball was burning on his back.

A chill creeps under the skin, creeps into the blood vessels and spreads throughout Lydia's body.

"Sit down" said the father, whose attitude was so cold. The iceberg tub and the landslide drowned Lydia in helplessness.

Clenching her jaw, Lydia sank into the chair. But the father was in no hurry to shake the air with words. The father pressed his eyes to begin.

Lydia drew the gaze with a quiver from the dead red face of the father, throwing away gazing at the extraordinarily beautiful scenery outside the window. The waves and the wild.

Very contrary, with his condition constrained.

Something girls hate the most that must face father's anger. Are all dads fierce?

The rustling of the wind hit the leaves outside, the roll of waves and the pounding of the waves on the beach denied each other did not necessarily cover and actually made Lydia's head pulsate.

Wanting to run and drown yourself into the rolling waves disappeared from the trial which would definitely squeeze his stomach until squeezed. But before it all went dark "Dad," took a deep breath, "Lydia was wrong, not asking for permission to come out. But, I must have forbidden it. Lydia's grown up, twenty-two years and even in a few days twenty-three years."

Johan stared intensely without even blinking as his jaw looked hardened. "Lydia, you know, I don't like that."

Glek-Everything ended like this, even though Lydia predicted this would come, in the end she felt on the brink of the abyss and slipped grabbing the wooden branch, the old dry weathered in the darkness, she said, trying to survive the uncertainty of the wrath of nature. He did not know nature would grab or plunge. That's how uncomfortable this feels.

"It's not as bad as what you think," said Lydia flatly.

"What are you looking for in a dirty place? are you looking for a girlfriend? let me make a match, will you?"

Top lip raised, furrowing eyebrows. Then what does the relationship with 'fooling,' stare at dad. Again and again arranged, biting the inner cheek, It's disgusting what I think this is the time of Siti Nurbaya.

"Dad, I was just looking for calm last night, can't that?"

"Why in a place full of darkness?" Dad's nostrils enlarged vibrate as if there is a whirlwind coming out of there.See clearly a quick breath as if it can be deadly if not inhaled in a fraction of a second.

"That's inappropriate. Your behavior is ..." The father held him and did not continue. "So, who taught you? who took you there?"

What if he tells? I will punish my friends without my knowledge. Just because something goes wrong, then I'll meet them as I have.

Come on dad, Lydia just drinks and burns fat, unwinds, what's wrong? He wants to answer like that. Of course it's a stupid thing that's going to burn dad even more.

"LYDIA." Johan on the sofa squeezed his head violently.

Lydia caught the father struggling to hold back his frustration, "Look at dad, I'm not hurt right? nothing happened, so what's wrong?"

"Well.." Johan again growled, his eyeballs like coals."And that doesn't mean you can step on foot there. Listen carefully, dad's curfew is back. 9 O'clock and so are the two bodyguards."

"Dad!!!! Lydia's a big boy! I've been working and I need inspiration without the distraction of that crazy bodyguard! and why it's 9 o'clock, it should be 10!" he said stifled, dosakah if he wants to throw father with a strand of cotton. He could not imagine his days would be filled with two of the rese guards who forbade this and .. and always kept at the door just like a barking guard dog, as soon as someone passes by. The difference is the guard is super chatty, barking. It really made Lydia want to pellet them with hot lead.

Once again, Lydia clenched her jaws forcefully, this way she smashed a flash of anger within. Clenching hands to lips, holding back words that rip apart the stomach. Lydia took a deep breath, noticing the separate way in which her nostrils also trembled furiously.

"Lydia, listen to me."

"It's been half an hour" said Lydia stuck after glancing at the watch, she had become porridge because of the attack of the father's sentence.

Lydia's lips trembled violently, her frustration accumulating with the despair that had piled up. "Dad wants to talk until when..."

"LYDIA, do you understand everything?"

I can't stand the pressure anymore. "Lydia knows! Lydia will take care of herself."

Slow down the voice with irritated and smitten feeling to dad. It raged into one "Lydia never messed around. Dance is a sport."

"You said sports? where are drunk people? Chh." My eyebrows shot up quickly. "You're like this, making your mother disappointed."

"Lydia was similarly disappointed with mom!" catching the look of the father's desperate eyes, "is it just you and Mom who can be disappointed with Lydia? did the adults never see our needs!? Lydia's sick of all this! I hate father," he screeched, when his eyes were misty, and his heart was chopped in the mill of life.

"I hope you understand that you have to behave according to your age and education" he said.

For a long time Lydia distinguished the slightest sound tone. Just for the record, now dad is talking to her like he's a bad boy.

Without listening to the stormy stream of enlightening high-pitched speech, Lydia rushed to her feet. His shoulders are like carrying a five-year-old child, he is not strong enough to hold it, making it more downcast, in a blind swearing.

He left the father, when the puddle of clear liquid was already unbearable, slamming the door with such force, shaking the wall that did not know what was wrong.

We are not father's daughters!

Adults are selfish, they really do not understand the wishes of their child. ahhh!!

Johan stared at the door open with nanar, he sighed wanting to complain.

Feeling ignorant and embarrassed if you have to ask Sasha for her opinion about her daughter. Actually he wanted to ask Mama Tiara, but it was too embarrassing. Mama could re-arrange the match for him.

Taking care of a girl sometimes burns her brain, the more the princess is constrained the more her behavior becomes-so. The more pampered the more difficult it is to manage. Or because he's not good at taking care of all this.

Huge hammers to hit his head, shoulders and neck, all became sore and heavy.

He rolled his gaze upwards, holding his eyes that were starting to heat up and redden. For a moment he returned in a biting desolation.

He needs a woman's shoulder for him to lean on the head that's about to explode and so make you tired.

What is my fault God.

Didn't I have left the dark Clan world, chosen to live a normal life and become ordinary.

Lydia... Dad, just don't want you to suffer a fate like mom.

How aware of your mother's bad behavior, I don't regret it, because I have you.

However, I am afraid that karma will befall you because of my past vices. That's the biggest fear. Because I'm afraid a bastard's coming to bother you.