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Judge Yourself

The man was silent when he was counseled by a teenage boy who became an educated student under his auspices and despite all that, he said, he did this because the life he lived was not as easy as imagined before the problems came.

“I shared my life story because you're the only one I can trust since we first met,” he said that made Millo nod slowly.

“If Om cannot share it ... I will never force what is a burden on your shoulders!” cold Millo hatch.

Prasetya the name of the adult man who changed Millo's life shook even him, so staunchly shared a story of his life with the boy. “You don't need to comment anything after hearing this! I only need someone who will be my listener and that person you yourself, Millo.”

Millo was stunned to see the facial expression shown by the man before him without saying much of the boy, asking him to immediately share a life story in which he was a listener of the story.

Listening carefully when an adult man named Prasetya poured out all the contents of the heart that had been sitting on the chest in a boy sitting opposite to him.

“That's what my life is like now, Millo! I had no choice but to hurt the two women I loved. What should I do and how?”

“Then why should Om get married if only to hurt the heart of your loved ones, Om?”

The way his mind was even more confused considering he did it because of a no-nonsense threat from a woman who had been suppressing him psychically.

Therefore, the only way is to build a very high wall because he does not want the woman to know the contents of the deepest recesses of her heart.

“Even I myself do not understand this feeling, Millo,” said the man while rubbing the rough handsome face, making Millo set his eyes fixed on the bead highlight Prasetya.

Had not been able to find what the boy was looking for one of the burly hands, Prasetya reached for something that had been accompanying him wherever the man went.

A diamond necklace with a hanger patterned love in which there are two photos that make the forehead of the boy frown wonder with the adult man.

“Why did you even show the necklace in front of me, Om?”

“This necklace is not something ordinary .. inside there are two precious photos for my life, and will you take care of it until it is delivered by him?” pinta Prasetya who made the boy confused by his request.

As long as they knew the boy only knew the grown man, as a man who was not as simple as it seemed to his age. “He who Om means?”

“Later you will find out, and that's why I can only give you a hard education! Without being able to give you a place to live and soon you will meet him .. There is another reason that makes me withdraw your life, a request that you should not be involved.”

Until finally the person referred to by the adult man was his own biological daughter, and more surprisingly he got the trust that had been a heavy burden on the boy's shoulders.

Being a behind-the-scenes shadow that has become a scenario was created by Prasetya himself because he only entrusted Millo to look after and protect his daughter always.

“Millo, only you I can trust! In the future I will never see you again, and remember my unreasonable request! Later you will find out for yourself the steps I took, just to protect and guard remotely and everything passes from you!”

After saying so, a few months to months changed from his last meeting. Millo really did not meet the adult man who came to see him, even he only gave an education and a heavy burden that carried on his shoulders.

To the point where he met a little girl who reminded him of someone, even the way they behaved was the same to the point of Millo being surprised to learn that reality.

The one who was meant by the man who gave her the task was a tomboyish girl who had a million stories about her life, until the time had passed until he himself carried out all the tasks and was entrusted by the same two men.

The handsome man's daydream was crap when he heard a question being asked for himself. “So, you're actually the one assigned by him?”

Millo nodded with her feet up to a safe after it opened, the man took a necklace that had been neatly stored since he became a foster brother.

Even since he had become a shadow guard himself did not dare to take any risks considering the life of his adoptive sister actually made him feel a pain settle in his chest.

Like when Millo met the man who gave him a task so he concluded that a pair of fathers — children were tested in their respective lives. Even the handsome man also knew everything related to them did not need to escape his supervision, until at the time that had arrived for him would give the necklace in a hand in hand to the original owner.

“I give this back, Ra!” he shouted while thrusting a diamond necklace with a love motif hanger that made Araela's forehead frown in wonder because this was the first time she saw the necklace.

“It was not mine, Brother,” refused the girl who seemed reluctant to accept it but the handsome man, did not want his adoptive sister to refuse the gift that should belong to Araela himself.

“Don't turn it down, Ra! You will regret not seeing the contents inside this necklace.” Not to forget Millo said that the necklace is not an ordinary diamond necklace, considering he himself had seen the inside filled with two photos of women.

Now the handsome man wanted the girl before him not to regret a gift from someone who gave him a wound and a deep hatred had been instilled in the girl.

Araela was urged to accept the necklace and resigned with a slightly shaking hand and finally the girl received it without saying anything, he opened the love patterned hanger that made the browned eye bead widened to see the contents inside it so that his tears flowed by themselves.

“This!” saute the girl with a trembling heart.

“Now you know, right? That he's not entirely like that, Ra! Even if your father did give you a heart wound to give birth to your hatred, there may be another reason that makes him do all that for yourself!” Millo insists that he does not want the girl before him to fall deeper to the point of making him forget everything.

Even a handsome man would stop at nothing to make Araela realize that her own papa was never at all what the girl was charged with.

Araela's tears would not stop flowing when she saw the contents of the love patterned hanger featuring a beautiful face belonging to the girl's first love. There is even a picture of himself with the woman who gave birth to him so that he feels slapped by a reality, that the man who gave birth to hatred in himself is so very loving himself with his late beloved mother.