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The Chats That Were Missed

The debate between the two men who did not want to budge attracted the attention of a twilight man who was so very enjoying that even both reminded a memory that was timeless.

“Are you guys not shy about arguing like a kid in front of this brat, hm?” reprimand Gunawan while holding back the laughter that wants to be sprayed.

“Why do you always call him Bad Boy?” Prasetya protested the pinned title for his daughter.

Gunawan chuckled at the tone of protest from his eldest son who did not accept the name of a bad boy, even the name for his favorite grandson was a form of infinite affection. “If you want to protest to your father about the designation for him .. please ask yourself how the other side inside the brat.”

Then the twilight man added by asking about the state of the grandson, “How can the brat sleep this comfortably? Did something happen to him?”

“She was exhausted from serving that widower casanova, Well!” sahut Morgan pitched ketus that made him get a death story, with the look of the cold eyes of the brother was able to make his son move up and down.

“Right talk, weathered bachelor!”

“Akan kuikan adukan him later,” cetusnya with lips throbbing.

“I, not afraid,” challenged Prasetya without hesitation, thus making him decide to step foot into the kitchen.

As penance was done by Prasetya really wanted to prove that he would not stop apologizing to his daughter.

Half an hour passed by the aroma of processed cuisine from both hands Prasetya smelled on the nose of a girl who was sniffing while trying to open both eyes. Not long after, Araela woke up after the girl set her eyes around the room.

“I fell asleep in mom's room? Because of that fucking perverted widower! My body is tired of serving the elephant trunk, but wait isn't I —”

“Pa .. pa.” The call was softened with tears that suddenly flowed by themselves.

While Prasetya was turning his body was surprised to see a tiny body that cried suddenly while standing, to make the man stop the activity to approach the princess and, carrying the girl into his tall strapping body while holding a koala tub.

“We solve the problem that is holding your mind! Will you hear this story? However, before that I just want to convey a message from your husband because he does not have the heart to wake you.”

Araela nodded as she looked at the man who gave her the wound with a face look difficult to decipher.

While laughing funny at the look on his daughter's face, making Prasetya anxious with her delivering a message from her daughter-in-law, “She asked you to deliver lunch at the office! Aren't you there working as an employee?”

“Then with you what business?” asked Ara coldly.

Put the princess on one of the chairs, while staring fixedly bead with a deep look of hatred. “Do not, fear. I can't possibly interfere in matters that aren't your personal domain, Ara, honey. Chatting with you is enough for me to make up for all the heart wounds that might not heal. However, one thing you need to know is that everything you do to keep your feelings in check, from the demonic woman who always poisons bo.doh men like me as well as the man who gives you wounds.”

“So, you want me to apologize so?”

“I will not force your heart to forgive me, but let me redeem by healing your heart's wounds.”

The chat of a —-child father pair ended after the girl was reminded of a message from the perverted widow casanova she received, to deliver lunch at the office as she was about to work back after a few days of truancy.