Hey!!! Glasses Girl

Old wounds

The anger that had exploded instantly became silent and silent. Adnan went into the room that contained medical devices and heart rate detectors that stuck and enveloped a person's body.

His gaze instantly began to blur due to the tears that began to come out without being told. His steps felt heavy and he slowly approached the figure who was still constantly closed. As he had just sat down, there were footsteps approaching and saluting him.

"Welcome," he said.

"When has it been like this?" tanyakanya.

"Since a week ago." Answer with what is.

"Then? Why doesn't anyone call me?" ask her with a high voice.

"I'm sorry, but he won't let me. And he just said to wait for your arrival."

"It's not a charade, is it? Because of course he already knew about this and did the plan as usual."

"Of course not! It turns out true, you'll say this. And your thoughts on that anticipation, here is the answer." The man immediately gave a square box that was not too large in brown with authentic decoration.

"Or. If you don't believe it, just unplug it and you may find the answer! Excuse me!" immediately, he left and did not forget to lower his head and carefully close the door.

"It's..." Kabir looked at the box and stroked around it, looking like it was well preserved and still beautiful.

"You want me to see it? All right, let's see what's in it." The hand opened the box and saw a letter inside and Kabir immediately picked it up.

"Letter?" he said, and he took the letter and opened it. Just opening it, he saw a photo and writing that he certainly knew, when he turned over a photo featuring a small family there was an inscription there.

My little family, I just gave birth to a handsome son. This is the first photo of our little family after he was born.

With the light of the lamp, he slowly read the words written on the letter, with a distinctive writing style, the eyes had no trouble reading it.

Kabir, that's the name I gave you. Although, I don't like most of the blood flowing in you. But, after all you are my descendant as well. The blood of my daughter, who is part of the Singh family, when you see that there is both joy and hate there. Glad I became a Grandfather and had a handsome grandson who inherited a smile like my daughter. But my hatred was also great, when I saw your bead and your image that looked a lot like the one who took my daughter away from me. I can only look at you from a distance because I don't want to put sadness in my daughter's eyes. Until time goes on and you who I used to look at, now I can touch I want to hold you so close, with me. But, unfortunately, that wish had to be gone, when that face reminded me of the death of my daughter. And the name Adnan makes my hatred swell every year as you age.

The hand paused for a moment to open the next sheet, teardrops came down and wet a few sentences there making the writing a little blurry.

"I finally understand why you did that to me!" his memory glared as his feet stepped on the mansion that belonged to the only family he had.

"Well, that's huge! Bigger than my house before!" said the small voice with eyes sparkling to see the splendor of the building.

"Come, I'll show you the room" asked a handsome adult man in black.

"Yes, Come!" reply cheerfully and immediately entered the room that was nuanced black gold. There are some luxurious and classic sculptures and vases including chairs with tables made of expensive teak wood and next to it is a staircase leading to the upper floor. The small foot followed a large step that led him towards a large room and when the door opened it looked spacious and luxurious.

"Wow! This is awesome! Like palace! I'm a prince!"

"Let's go in, this is a room belonging to..."

"Mine!" he quickly replied and made the man smile.

"From now on, this is the room belonging to the little Lord and this house is the residence of the little Lord. If I need anything, I'm downstairs and..."

"Thank you!" suddenly the man felt a warm embrace from the small handsome body that made him full.

"Sama-sama," he said as he returned the embrace.

From that day on, he stayed and enjoyed life there. Even though all his needs were met by the servants there. But still, he did not meet the figure he had been waiting for since the first day of his fingers.

"Uncle!" calling him made the man look down and smile.

"What's the matter, little sir?" ask him kindly.

"Is Grandpa still long? I haven't seen him since I first got here. Is he leaving?" he asked in confusion and hope. All that was there was silence and looked at each other.

"Why silence?" ask again.

"Eumhh... Mr. is leaving because there is business. He would soon return and meet the little Lord." he replied making the little head nod.

"Is it still long? I want to know?"

"Now, how about while waiting for little Master to paint or do something else?" the man's suggestion that made the face seem to think for a moment.

"All right, but don't forget?" remember it back and the servant man nodded.

The small step left the dining room, and he walked down the road to the garden filled with flowers and along the way he met the servants who gave him their greetings. Feeling tired, he paused for a moment and sat down near the fish pond. The eyes stared at the group of fish that swarmed and swam and ate the food that he gave. Until the face that had looked cheerful suddenly turned sad and seen water droplets fall and mix with fish pond water.

"I miss Mom and Dad, usually we will be like the fish that are always together everywhere. But.. se-mua-mua died - I was alone, w-why?" the voice turned into a cry and it invited someone who accidentally heard it, immediately he looked for information and his confusion was answered when he saw a figure not much different from him was crying in the pool. Slowly, he approached the figure and sat down beside it.

"You're the-what?" tanyakanya.

"My name is Sam, what's your name?" the answer is to introduce yourself.

"My name is Adnan, and I'm not crying! Her tears are bad! And my father also said that his handsome son is very strong!" his reply excitedly did not want to admit he had finished crying.

"But I heard..."

"Samir!" the voice stopped their conversation.

"Yes!" reply quickly and he looked towards the back which was the pavilion.

"Hey! Where you going?" ask Adnan.

"I have to go! Because I haven't finished the job!"

"Tomorrow you'll come, right? Want to be my friend?" he clenched his hands up.

The clueless Samir is startled by the arrival of his approaching father and asks him to accept the friendship.

"Thank you, he is the little lord!" hearing that, he immediately nodded his head and returned the fist making the two smile at each other.

The next few days, tired of waiting for Samir's arrival, the small body played his ball and because the kick was too tight. Make the ball go in and into the room with a big golden door.

"Well, the ball went in there." Without hesitation, he slimmed in and his eyes immediately sparkled looking at the frame that housed his mother's face.

"Mother!" feeling happy, he did not see his footsteps and it made him go up to the table and try to take the frame, he said, when sticking it he was shocked with a big voice that made him shocked and caused the frame to fall.

"No!" said the heavy voice that was the figure he missed and immediately, he went down and approached the figure with regret for dropping the frame and making the frame break.

"Grandfather, I'm sorry. The figure fell because..."

"Yeah! Sick Cake!" his shout made all the servants come towards there and look angry from their employers.

"Who let her in here!" he shouted while hammering the small ear until it turned red.

"Java!"

"For Mr, we're banged up!" say them all.

"Stupid! You all want me to fire?"

"Aghhhhh!"

"Sick Kek!"

"Shut up! You fucking bearer! I'll teach you a lesson!" with mounting anger he carried the small body with him, no one dared to stop him and all of them felt as though it was a little figure.

"Also Cake! It hurts, I'm sorry." she said with the pain in.

"Mr, please let go little sir, pity him."

"Shut up! You're guilty of the same!"

"This is a lesson for you! I warn you, don't go in and touch my stuff! Understood!"

"L-yes... I understand the cake."

"Aghhhh! Take care of him!" after being satisfied with his anger he left the small body reddened and slightly blue with some wounds and his body soaked.

"Little master..."

"I-I asked ma-af, not a pu-kul. I-I'm not gonna leave him la.gi..."

Bruk!

"Little master!

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