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The Man Who is Too Weak

A small nod made Millo sting annoyed with the middle-aged man before him and somehow until the secret kept, kept, to make his adoptive sister tormented curiosity to give birth to hatred in the girl.

“Do not continue to make him tormented, Om,” Millo said with a cold eye highlight. “You want when did you make her give birth to thousands of that hatred? Don't you understand the feeling that your daughter really hates you for life.” Without fear the young man emphasized that he would not tolerate the lies created by the middle-aged man before him.

“Didn't you really understand what I can't explain clearly? There are some things that have happened despite having passed I keep this secret.”

“As far as you are, Om!” break up Millo who does not want to argue for long. “One thing I want to tell you, that she is not as simple as you see .. Maybe to you she is still your beloved daughter but inside of her, there is another side that is not shown to anyone including his own uncle.”

Prasetya was surprised to hear the statement from the young man, even he now understood why his beloved daughter changed appearance.

Until he was surprised to hear the explanation of his favorite daughter who had never been touched by the middle-aged man's embrace.

“Then what should I do, Millo? I'm not even ready to explain everything that has been hidden, even when he hit it until I have to follow their game.. I'm not ready to explain it.”

The current occurrence where her beloved daughter pointed the fangs was a scenario that, had been neatly arranged until she had to be completely neatly playing the charade.

“When I slapped someone who had taken away the happiness of my late wife too, it was a scenario I made myself because I was too fed up with her behavior,” continued Prasetya who did not realize the princess was still asleep in the arms, opened her eyes slowly and heard the statement that was being discussed by the two men.

Who would have guessed the soft, cold-pitched voice turned the two men discussing in shock, so the temperature inside Prasetya's study room grew colder as her beloved daughter actually showed the other side.

Making the middle-aged man move up and down as he looked at the tanned bead that was staring coldly at him. “Can anyone explain everything I heard from the beginning?”

“It, Pa —”

“Do not make me hate you more, Pa... then in vain I make your heart jealous with my closeness to the weathered bachelor if only, you yourself make a scenario that I do not understand with the way of your mind, you know,” cut Araela quickly which made the middle-aged man snort to hear, her beloved daughter was very brave to call the sister with that joking. “Then when my mother died because of her actions to be reluctant to make you, come visit even blatantly legalize your marriage!”

“Who said Papa did not come, Ara .. Even I very clearly remember all the actions done by him, and want to know who exactly my weakness that requires your Papa to submit?” prasetya said, asking.

“Who do you mean, Pa?”