Died Ahead of Marriage

Ex. Part 8's

"No! Not want! Anan won't!" He went back into his room.

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Anna and Amar jumped in shock at the sound of a door slamming so loudly. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, then hurriedly got up wearing their own clothes.

Amar found the door in a tenuous state. "It seems he heard our chat." Amar immediately went to Anan's room and pulled the doorknob.

But the door is locked. "Boy ... Boy! Open door!"

"DO NOT! ANAN WON'T!"

"Anan! What did you hear? Let's talk to Papa!" Amar keeps knocking on Anan's room door.

"DO NOT! ANAN DOESN'T WANT PAPA ANYMORE! ANAN DOESN'T WANT TO BE WITH MOM EITHER! EVERYTHING'S EVIL!"

Anna, who was behind Amar, shed tears even though her face was still stiff. The tears fell, but his body did not want to move.

"Anan, what's wrong with you? Let's talk to Mama Papa!" Amar still persuaded his son.

"PAPA'S NOT PAPA ANAN! ANAN HATES YOU!"

Amar gasped at Anan's scream. His body was stiffly slung against the door. Amar twisted his body that was still leaning on the locked object. She realized Anna was in her tears. Amar, who seemed to have understood the character of his stiff wife, moved closer to directly embrace her.

"Sorry," whispered Anna as a hiccup as she cried without a sound.

Amar rubbed Anna's back against his forehead. "If in fact I'm afraid this will happen, but as you say, things will gradually come to light."

"ANAN IS NOT AN H4RAM BOY! ANAN WON'T!"

"I have to how?" regret Anna.

"I'll try to persuade him." Amar let go of her embrace and knocked on Anan's door.

"Boy! You're a great kid, right? Let's hear Papa first. You want to hear Papa's story, right?"

"GO! GO AWAYL! ANAN WON'T TALK!"

Hearing Anan's cry, the man could only sigh deeply. He walked back towards Anna who was already flooded with tears.

"It seems, for tonight we'll let it go first. We'll wait until he calms down." Amar invites Anna back into their room.

However, Anna refused and chose to sit leaning against the door on the floor. Amar frowned, and sat down in front of Anna. Anna stared at Amar.

"Better, you come in, Bang. I'll wait for Anan here. This is the affair between me and my son."

"How many times have I said that? Anan is my son."

Anna shook her head. "But, d4rah remains thicker than water. You better get in, and I'll wait for Anan here."

Amar also leaned against the door. "Whatever you'll say. To me, Anan is still my son. If you wait here, I'll wait here too." Amar pulls Anna to sleep with a p4. Although it sounded small, the two of them heard a subtle sound of crying from the direction within the room. However, it can't do anything.

Late night passes into the early hours, and Anan's parents appear to be asleep behind the door. The nine-year-old boy recalled the man who claimed to be his father at school.

"Is it true that Papa Anan? Why did he just show up? Where's he been all this time?"