Died Ahead of Marriage

60. So it's my Papa!

Amar's forehead wrinkled. 'What does that mean? Is this just a coincidence?'

Amar sat next to the boy who was curled up as he hides his face in the lap of his hand.

"Ekhem ...."

The boy who had been hiccupping for a moment. He turned his head and glanced at who was now beside him. When he found out it was the man who made him stop attacking the student, he hid his face again.

"So, your name is Anan?"

The boy who was still curled up did not budge. He let the wet face go, because his body was stiff to move. Suddenly embarrassed, there was a stranger who caught him crying despite choosing to be in a quiet place alone.

"Your name is Anan, your mother is Anna .. Is your father Amar?"

Anan was still silent without authorization. However, his ears had been upright waiting for what this foreign man would say back.

"It's so funny this life. You know, your father's name is the same as mine."

Anan's head reflex rose to glance at the man earlier. The face of the man next to her looked sad.

"Why is Om so sad?" Finally, Anan let out a voice as well.

Amar smiled faintly. "Yes, your mother's name is similar to mine. Funny, isn't it?"

Anan's face was shining. "Well, great huhaa? How could that be? Is everyone named Anna going to marry someone named Amar?" that innocent question, just thrown out of the mouth of this handsome boy.

Amar chuckled at the question. "Stop it. But what a pity, is your father dead?" Amar watched the boy's hand being bandaged.

"This why?"

Anan lowered his head again. "Yet there was something evil. My hand is a knife5uk. If there was Papa, it wouldn't be like this. I must have been picked up and picked up like my other friends. But I know, it won't be possible."

Amar rubbed Anan's shoulder. "Well, it's also bad if you get attacked the same time like this? Either way, you have to be careful. Ask to be picked up with your mama dong."

Anan folded his hands on the table, then spread his head back. "Mama never did that. My mom was busy looking for money. Mama doesn't love me."

"Why do you say that?" ask Amar astonished.

"Mama, always cut me off. Whatever happens, Mama just shut up."

Amar looked at everything the boy was wearing. He looks very neat, his clothes are clean, his shoes are not the things found in the street, and it could be said that Anan, it is worth saying big with more than enough life.

"Your mother really loves you. The proof is that he works hard to make you happy."

Anan held his head back. "Why did Om say that? I was never hugged and loved like the others. I want Mama to drive, pick me up, hug me, and love me too." Anan's eyes were back in tears.

Anan quickly rubbed his face with his white uniform sleeves. However, Amar held back, handing a handkerchief to the boy who had a handsome face.

Amar smiled wryly. "Take it! I'm not a prankster!"

Anan was silent. He still doesn't want to move. Feeling too long, Amar unfolded the handkerchief, then rubbed Anan's wet face.

"Your mother loves you. If he doesn't love you, he won't care about you. If he doesn't care, then he won't ban you from it." After that Amar tidied up the little man's hair.

"Well, you look the most handsome one schoolgirl." joked Amar.

"Np ... What about the tant? How many kids? I must love them."

Amar smiled wryly. There is hope and regret fused in a long sorrow. His search all this time, has been fruitless. The detective he hired, turned out to be secretly betraying the wrong information.

He's only known about it lately. His parents paid the detective he hired for many times to give him the wrong information.

Amar's parents were furious when they found Anna leaving their son, while Amar was helpless. Without knowing the real reason.

Many times, his parents introduced Amar to other women, but he was cold and never responded to them.

"Om, why are you so dumb?"

"Ah, no. I only remember my wife who was gone."

Anan digested the man's words which confused him a little. "That means Om's wife is dead too?"

Amar just smiled wryly.

"So Om's wife's name is Anna, right? Like my mama's name. Om's name, Amar right? Similar to my papa's name. What if Om is just my dad?"

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Yuhuuu, stop by yuk Kak at my brother's work.

Marlene: Lady Mermad

DON'T FORGET THE SUBCRIBE!

Siska Jesika Wiguna is an independent girl who must be willing to sacrifice her youth to support her family after the bankruptcy of her father. Making Siska have to slam the bones to finance their college and living expenses.

Cakra Adi Pragya, Siska's upperclassman and best friend's brother. This man was the one Siska had loved since she was in tenth grade. Five years they did not meet, once meeting Cakra while staying at the hotel where Siska works as a house keeper. Cakra, drunk and disillusioned after learning that Nabila is about to marry Nathan, forcibly snatches away Siska's chastity.

How does their story go?