Died Ahead of Marriage

Ex. Part 6's

After noticing the crowd of cheering children, they focused on the child in the middle.

An adult man covered by a mask tries to calm the children who continue to sing cheers for Anan. Some parents who came to pick up their children began to approach the crowd to find out what was going on.

"Anan is not an h4ram boy! Anan's Mama and Papa's son!" The boy closed his ears among the crowd of children who continued to disturb him.

"Stop! Don't bother Anan!" Zico tried to calm down, but the cheers did not subside, but grew.

"Whose father? Why claim to be Anan's father?"

Zico was stifled by a question from one of the curious mothers. "Aaah, sa-me .. I mean Anan is my nephew. So it's like my own son."

The curious mothers' mouths were rounded. "Oh, I know what ..." The mothers began to pull their children who joined the group while pulling their ears.

"You want to get into trouble with those two kids' parents?" the mother said she was upset by pulling her child's ear.

"A-fuck, Mom. Ampuuu ...."

Zico looked relieved as the crowd began to quiet down. He looked at Anan who was looking at him with an innocent look.

"Om, why are there always my decks? Didn't Papa and Mama say you can't bother Anan?" tanyakanya.

Netra Zico wildly glanced left and right. He was trying to think of an excuse, so that Anan did not run away, he was still upset with what he believed at this time.

"May I ask for a single strand of your hair?"

Anan gawking reflexively held onto her hair. "Why Anan's hair?"

Anan thoughtlessly pulled out a piece of her hair. Then he looked at the hair that was no more than five centimeters long. Some time he thought and pulled back his hair even though his face grimaced.

"Well, here! Anan deliberately took a lot so that his hair is not lost."

Zico was seen approaching the boy. He immediately pulled a plastic bag that had been prepared in a shirt bag that he was wearing. The hair was put in a bag and Zico rubbed Anan's hair.

"What are you doing?" A heavy sound blew the romantic atmosphere between the adult man and the little boy.

The man dressed neatly in a suit and matching colored pants was now walking over. He immediately held Anan's hand to look at Zico with his flat face.

"What do you want with our son?" Amar pulled out his phone. "You have violated the decision that was agreed upon on the matrai! Prepare yourself! You'll be in jail soon." Amar pressed the button and placed the object in his ear.

Zico floundered and turned right without a chance to leave. Amar smiled faintly staring at that back continuously away and disappeared.

"What did he do to you, champ?" amar looked at Anan.

Anan shook his head, then invited Amar to immediately leave the school location.

On the other hand, Zico immediately handed the sample to the laboratory. He was really curious. When he was at Anan's side, a sense he could not express appeared.

At a luxurious mansion of the Amar family, Anan appears to be playing with his papa. "Well, Anan want to know what h4ram's son means? What's the h4ram boy like? Friends said Anan was the son of H4ram."

Amar was stunned to get such a question. He glanced at Anna who was busy in the kitchen to stop her activities.

"Who would say this handsome son of a father like that? Let's report it!"