Hot DuRen (Cool Young)
chapter 39
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"Althaf, Imran come out first we talk" I said.
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"Have you come home yet?" Ask Imran.
"Yet, you're coming forward, and you're Althaf making tea 3" I said.
I stepped back into the living room with Imran, Althaf's father immediately stood up when he saw the whereabouts of his son.
"Sit down first sir, I don't want anyone to scream or make trouble in my house" said I who was immediately followed.
The four of us finally sat down, before long Althaf came carrying a tray containing 3 cups of tea.
"Mr here to pick up Imran, right?" My toot.
"Yes" he replied in a cold tone continuing to stare towards Imran who was bowing his head.
"Imran raised your face, never say don't bow your head if you're not wrong?" I turned towards Imran who slowly raised his head.
"You want to go home with your papa?" My toot.
"No, I still want to be here" he replied.
"Based on a brash kid, go home ! It usually makes you ashamed" said Papa Imran in a high tone.
"Sssstttttttt, please lower your voice sir, without you using a high note we can still hear it" I warned and glanced at the woman named Jessi who was sitting next to watch our argument.
"I have a wound on Imran's body, you hit it, right?" My toot.
I smiled as I looked at Imran's father silently, while the woman next to him began to stiffen.
"On what basis did you beat him, sir, even though he was 16 years old but he was still a kid"
"Have you been at 'em ?" My toot.
"Have you ever been hit by no?" I started to be impatient.
"Hey, don't be rude to you" exclaimed the woman.
"You who ? His wife ?imran's mother ? Is it just his stash?" My sarcasm makes the woman angry and will attack me but Imran's father is arrested.
"You just wait in the car" he said.
"Yaudah, I also did not feel at home for a long time here" he said leaving after stomping his feet.
The atmosphere was still quiet, I saw Imran's father who kept staring at him.
"I changed the question yes sir, because I know you must have been hit and you must know that at that time it hurt" I paused my speech when I heard the loud pangs of Imran's father.
"What is the reason that makes a father beat his own flesh and blood?" My toot.
Imran lowered his head again but I held his hand and Imran hugged his shoulder making him look up at his father's answer.
"I just want him to be a child who excels at school and also be a submissive child" he replied.
"Imand is actually a smart kid, but he just wants to get your attention with his mischief. Have you ever asked him what he wanted? What does she need? And what does he like?" I asked to raise my eyebrows.
"Because all you're doing is demanding, demanding and demanding and then hitting" my cynic.
"If your childhood is not happy and too much in the demands of your parents then never do that to your child because you yourself know how his frustration must always meet the expectations of others when we've worked hard even extra"
"Every child has his own way to find the way of success, do not you equate with your way dong, the times are difficult to be different, you are still in the stage of the era of warfare they have been all-advanced times" my continue.
"You think I'm that old?" The protest made me, Althaff and Imran chuckled.
"I talk at length like that neat that you catch only in the comparison of times, just look at your sister and your child to laugh" I said
"Well, did you last see your son laughing with you? I must not remember" said I because I saw the thin smile of Imran's father saw his son laughing.
"Here you go, let's have a drink first, then I'll let you talk to Imran from heart to heart" I said.
"Sorry papa, papa promises never to hit you again, papa will obey your will"
"Including leaving the aunts" Imran interrupted his father's speech.
"Yes" he answered.
"But I still want to be here pa, even though this house is small but here Imran feels comfortable and safe" said Imran.
"Hey, home sono lu little child, has been completed still ngehina this small house as well" said pretending angry.
"Hahaha mampus loe Mran, you will not be allowed to nginep here again" laughed Althaf.
"Ampuuun nyaiiii" Imran gathered before me to make me turn my head and make Althaf's laughter even more broken.
I glanced towards Hitto's father who chuckled softly at our interaction.
"Althaf, clean up the clothes of this little boy" I said.
"Sir, am I really getting kicked out?" Ask memelas.
"Yeah, I'm ngusir you" I replied casually making him gontai.
I put on a smile when I saw Imran's lethargic face.
"Dek, you come to Imran's house, you stay there for a week" I smiled and played my brow as Imran looked at me.
"Thank you, mbak Naya is the best" Imran hugged me.
"Don't hug not muhrim" althaf forcibly removed Imran's conquest
"Superb spy loe Thaf" grumbled Imran.
"Gue was keeping elo so as not to get bogem mbak Nay gegara suddenly swooped him" kekeh Althaf
We all stood up, I asked Imran's father for permission to let Althaf stay at his house and he allowed it.
When you all came out of the house I was surprised to see Alan talking to the woman who was with Imran's father earlier, but what stole my attention was Ara's pale face.
I walked over and carried him to Alan's surprise.
"She is aunty" he said softly as he hugged my neck tightly.
