Died Ahead of Marriage

61. All right, call me Papa!

Amar chuckled at the plain boy's request. "That feeling isn't easy to change. He did leave, but still treads this earth."

"But Om's name is like my papa's."

"Yes, the name Om is used a lot. Your name has a lot of them too. In fact, names like your mama are everywhere."

Anan looks disappointed. Then pull the bag from inside the desk drawer. After carrying the bag, he came out without saying anything.

'Anyway, I feel like their nature is very similar. Likes to run away without saying goodbye.'

Anan was annoyed to walk home first without saying anything to his teacher. Because of this book-sharing event, making study time ineffective. For children who are not interested, many choose to run home first like Anan.

Anan walked alone kicking whatever his leg was getting. Incidentally, he found a soft drink can and got him excited to kick it.

Along the way, the can was constantly kicked. The commute home and away to school does not get a shuttle service like other children. Anan was accustomed to being independent since childhood by his mother.

Meanwhile, unknowingly Amar's legs quietly continued to follow Anan just like that. He seemed to be hypnotized by the attraction that appeared Anan. There was a slight sense of uneasiness watching the boy keep kicking the old can of the drink.

"It wasn't thrown in place, but it was kicked like a ball?" muttered Amar shaking his head.

From the direction of the end of the road, two people who were on the motorbike were seen pointing towards Anan. The motor starts to pull over and stops. However, Anan was not aware of it because he was busy with his activity kicking the used can earlier.

The two people who were riding the motorcycle came down and shouted to call Anan. "Heh, you did us some harm yesterday, didn't you?"

Anan was surprised by this incredible surprise. The boy twisted the body, looking at who was behind him. Anan immediately remembered the appearance of the two people he had beaten up in the past day.

"You have to pay for both of our treatments!" sniped one of them.

"What cost?" anan asked confusedly.

"Because of you, we both have to take out a pocket to treat the wound that happened yesterday."

With a fifth of Anan remembered to two pickpockets who wanted to take the wallet Om Doctor. "Ooh yeah ... You guys are fucking malingin?"

"Now you will not survive again. You have to compensate for our treatment!"

Anan sneered at the two people. Suddenly he remembered the condition of his hand that was not okay. Anan again sneered, but this time chose to run away.

"Woo! Rancid boy!" They immediately chased after Anan, but their bodies could not move because the clothes on the back were pulled by someone.

"What do you want? Ooh, so you guys attacked that kid?" ask the man who held their body from behind.

"What's your business?" asked the thief boy very fiercely.

"My business? Keep the boy safe!"

Shortly thereafter, the two thugs were thrown into a cell. Amar pulled both of his hands over a few times.

"Np ... Untie us? We're mohooon!" whining those thieves.

Amar just smiled faintly. He looked at the police standing nearby. "Check and judge them accordingly!"

"Bcr ... Oom ... Oom ..." cried the thief pleading.

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The next day, Amar is right in front of Anan's school. He was waiting for the boy. Shortly after, there was the sound of bell marking home from school.

Amar stood on his car. It is true that he saw the parents of the students there were on average picked up by their parents. Amar smiled faintly, suddenly feeling like a parent all of a sudden.

Carefully, he watched the students make sure Anan came out from the direction of the school gate. Shortly after, he saw Anan walking around holding onto a backpack strap walking alone listlessly.

"Anan!" call him.

The boy turned his head, but immediately turned and continued on his way.

Amar immediately chased after, holding Anan further and further away. Anan put on a sullen face and looked quite annoyed.

"Om what do you want? I don't want to be my Papa. So, we don't have to be tense." his grunts frowned.

"Well, from today call me Papa!" amar said enthusiastically.

Anan glared for a moment, then he threw away his face. "My mom already has Doctor Om. It's too late!"