
"Papa's getting married again, huh?"
"Huh?"
Tommy put back the spoon filled with rice that would actually land in his mouth. He paused for a moment to look at Resty who was highlighting him expectantly. Then she put a smile on her son.
"I'm serious, Pa. Papa has sacrificed a lot for me, now is the time to think about your happiness too. Mama must be happy there see papa there are friends together, can move on the same mama, do not continue kayaking now," cried Resty at length.
Tommy could only chuckle at the babbling of his new son this time daring to reveal to him to get married again.
Finding no meaningful response from his papa, Resty immediately lowered his head, confused what else to say for Tommy to pet his talk.
"How much love is it with mom?" tanya then still with her head bowed.
Tommy was silent. Such a question he had often heard from Resty, but to answer it directly felt there was still something stuck from the bottom of his own heart.
"Papa loves mama, also loves you very much, Papa's beautiful daughter." Tommy said as he gently grasped Resty's hand.
The girl could only sigh. It's always that kind of answer that Tommy makes whenever he asks about his feelings for his late mother.
Resty grinned faintly, trying to think positively with what was suddenly ringing in his mind at this moment. The shadow of two days ago, when he accidentally found a photo of his father's youth with another woman besides his mother, certainly made him a little suspicious. Plus Tommy never said he loved mom, only loved mom. Isn't love and affection a little different meaning? That's what's been bugging Resty's mind.
"All right, let's eat," Tommy asked and then they both enjoyed breakfast of course with the mind thinking everywhere.
"How was college, there was no obstacle?" tommy asked as soon as they had finished breakfast and moved to a relaxing seat in the living room.
"Currently, Pa," Resty said as his finger was so agile to surf the screen of his phone.
"You just tell me the same papa if there is something uncomfortable or how on campus." Tommy's call made Resty turn his eyes to look at Tommy.
"Papa must still be suspicious of me earlier," Inner Resty guessed to himself.
"If there is free time tell your friends to play here. Papa wants to know them."
"I'm familiar with it just like Ika, Pa. The others are not so familiar. You know, Pa, my class is more guys."
"Then invite Ika to play here, often also not pa-pa."
Resty stared in wonder at his papa who grew up very wellcome told him to invite his friend to play to his house.
"Papa's not after young leaves, is he?" search Resty a little teasing with the index finger playing in front of Tommy's face.
"No, my dear." Tommy grabs the index finger, bringing Resty's hand back into his warm grasp.
Actually Tommy told Resty to invite his friend to play at home because so that Resty does not feel bored with the condition of the house which is fairly quiet. The mansion was indeed only inhabited by the two of them plus an ART worker and one housekeeper. Father and grandmother Tommy died a few years ago. Tommy's grandmother died when Resty was four years old, and Tommy's father followed when Resty went to Junior High.
"If I go out with a friend and accidentally go home at night, is it not pa-pa?"
Tommy frowned slightly at Resty's question. From the first Tommy did not let Resty out the night, it was because Resty was still a teenager and was so unstable at that time. But maybe this time Tommy should be able to give his son confidence, so as not to feel confined by the rules.
"Originally papa knows who you came out with, more papa already know your friend, it's better."
Resty turns to the spoiled papa, and Tommy welcomes the crib lovingly.
*
In the morning I say hello again. As usual, Resty is getting ready to go to campus. The entrance hour that had been mepet made him unable to linger preening, even his morning breakfast was forced to pass. Lucky mak Asna immediately moved quickly to bring him a sandwich, and finally Resty can block his stomach while driving his car to campus.
The girl parked her car in a place provided by the campus. Get out of the car in a hurry, not realizing that there were two pairs of eyes that highlighted it from a distance.
"Do you know what to do?" ask one of them.
"Ready! Trust me everything is the same."
The two men smirked maliciously after finding the sneaky idea he had aimed at Resty. Then after they began to split up, one went to his class, another went straight to where Resty's car was parked.
A few hours later, when Resty had finished following his two words today, he and Ika planned to play at Resty's house. The two of them walked together towards the parking lot with an exciting chat accompanying their steps.
And the step was immediately stopped when from a distance of two meters Resty had looked at the four tires of his car had deflated. With a mouth flabbergasted in disbelief, Resty certainly felt arrogant instead of playing.
"My car!" he strutted while running to his car.
"That feeling is not like this." Resty and Ika also circled the car, looking astonished at all the car tires that had deflated.
"It seems that this was intentional, too" Ika commented.
Resty just flinching. He already knew that this incident was very intentional, only he astonished himself on the basis of what motive they did this to Resty.
"Mm, if you see it could be Alex's lackey again." Ika said while propping up her hands under her chin.
"Hus, don't recriminate!" Resty was still trying to dodge, even though he actually had time to think in that direction.
"Yaelaaah, if it's not them who's trying, then who else is trying?" I am so sure of his instincts.
Resty simply shrugged both of his shoulders along with his mouth that screeched in annoyance.
"What is dong, Res? The story doesn't go to your house?"
"So then!"
Resty grabbed his phone, then he dialed the phone number of his papa driver to take care of the car later.
"Why car?"
Suddenly Alex's greeting makes Resty undo his phone call.
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