Deserve Me For You

Forgiver

"Dear morning" Sapa Mama Arga who happened to come out of her room.

"May too, Ma. Where's papa?"

"Papa left this morning.. You've been anywhere.."

"From the hospital, Ma." Arga went down the stairs while tidying up his shirt.

"Hospital? who's sick?"

"Puspa"

"What's? what do you care about that for? He's just a new waiter here"

"Mom why the hell."

"Where are you going?" Arga only glanced.

"The hospital"

Arga stepped out of the House ignoring his babbling mother.

"QAAAAA!!!" Her mother's call was ignored.

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"Bi, I'd better get home. Let me be here" Arga sat next to the sleeping Puspa

"But.."

"It's an order."

"Okay, Young Master"

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Arga observed the plain face that was sleeping.

"many wounds.. But you're still holding on."

"I'm sorry if I've been forcing you this way too much."

Puspa opened his eyes slowly.

"Master.. Excuse me.. I'm asleep." Tried to sit. And Arga reflexes helped him.

"Young Master.. I'll be out of the hospital soon and back to work. " Arga just smiled

"I give you a leave of absence."

"Ah really?"

"Yes. Next week you'll have a try out"

Puspa.

"Try Out?" Puspa patted his jidat.

"Hmmm.."

"Young Master... After graduation, I got permission to resign"

"Why?" Arga reflexes answered.

"Because.. There's something"

"No" Arga stepped out of the room. Leaving the gawking Puspa.

"But I can't stand it if I have to get constant scorn from Madam.. And Father, Geez Father how are you? Are you okay?"

"I hope... After this I will not have this wound again.. Enough Mother and Father who became victims of the actor..." Puspa clenched his hand.

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1 Month later...

"Puspah.. Puspas.. Whoo...."

"Ah sorry Madam.. I was washing dishes."

Mama Arga plays her HP.

"Make me orange juice"

Puspa nodded then headed for the kitchen. Either the filling is not good.

Puspa took the orange fruit from the refrigerator..

"Huuffttt why else.. My filling is not good."

After finishing making orange juice, Puspa thrust the glass. But not immediately responded.. Puspa put his glass on the table.

For some reason, Mama Arga felt very irritated. He throws the glass until it spills on the carpet.

Puspa..

"Clean!" Puspa ran ma took a lap. But prevented by Mama Arga

"wear hand. Until clean"

Puspa bit his lower lip.

No one can help him, including Arga who went to campus because there is business.

"But.."

"Hurry up!!" Puspa immediately knelt to clean up the spill that is impossible to dry if using his hands.

Mama Arga smiled cunningly. He stood up from his seat.. Stepping closer to Puspa. And on purpose, Mama Arga stepped on Puspa's fingers.

"Aawwwww" Puspa grimaced in pain

"Ampun Madam.. Forgive.. "

"That's because you dared to get close to my son." Mama Arga is pressing her efforts even more.

"MAMA!" Mama Arga turned to the source of the voice and found her husband glaring.

"Papa? kok has come home at this hour" Papa Arga dragged his wife until his step was released.

Puspa blew his finger which felt like a broken bone.

"What did Mama do?!"

"Papa this is what the hell! Papa wants to defend this woman, Hah!!"

"Mama has gone too far.. What did she do until Mom did this?!"

"He's trying to get close to Arga, Pa. Arga's already decided who to marry"

"Mama.. Mama's too much in this."

"Oh no way Papa has also been seduced by this woman!!"

"Prieve your words!"

"ENOUGH!" Ortu Arga looked at Puspa.

Puspa stood up ignoring the pain in his hand

"I'm not a lowly woman as you say.. I'm a woman who keeps her self-esteem." Puspa held back his anger.

"I can still tell the difference between what is good and right and what is bad. I work here for Young Master" Puspa clenched his hand with the rest of his strength

"Suppose you" Mama Arga was ready to launch her vicious slap. Puspa closed his eyes ready to receive the slap.

But the slap was held by someone.