I Love My Uncle

Chapter 17 (So His Troum Started When He Had an Accident Tragedy).

IF THERE ARE WORDS THAT OFFEND OR, THERE IS A FAIRLY HARSH INSULT' PLEASE IN MAKHLUMI YES, MAYBE THIS CHAPTER PART IS QUITE EXCESSIVE.

Bentar... bentar' seriously nih, spoiled? hehe..kok I feel in me to laugh when I hear the words of grandfather vian earlier! it's kind of funny 'cause what otaku thinks like this.

On the other hand I feel papa considers uncle roby like a child' and on the other hand my mind says the word, if papa is too loving grandfather and mother uncle roby's' to the extent that in the split disobeyed and acted rude to grandma novi because only to keep uncle roby.

"to be honest' I don't want to talk about it, but we're sorry to see you depressed and frustrated because you're so obsessed with mass stories about your grandfather..."

I held onto Grandpa Vian's hand and gently stroked him.

"hehe.. thanks cake' already want to tell me, although not complete anyway..."

He even laughs.

"oh he.. cake, did uncle roby have trouma..."

"ea. I think there may be a heck' ever that time I pretended to play the role of a stranger to adopt him back, em. I know he has lived in our house long enough... and I always open the conversation and ask her various questions' but instead she answers me honestly even though her eyes are a bit turned blank?..."

"there's only one thing that makes us curious..."

"curious?..."

"he's..."

grandpa vian's eyes turned away not seeing my father again, what a serious trouma uncle roby.

"he'll keep his mouth shut if I talk about his scar..."

Shut up, so Uncle Roy never wants to be open about the accident.

"bare cake, grandpa vian and grandma yanni pretend to be a stranger in order to adopt uncle roby, then the time when Iran live where..."

And now mala aunty ani is answering.

"living with me dong, we both have been in the matchmaking of td' just rarely met, but in fact Mr. Vian called my father to leave Iran in my house for a while' iran will buy an afartment..."

"oh..."

In the soul mate of SD, I do not think if Iran would accept the matchmaking' turned out to be quite far too their relationship.

"emm' So His Troum Started When He Had the Tragedy of the Accident..."

I feel a bit washed away by their problems yes, although my heart is lulled with sadness but still my mind keeps wondering! who is the mastermind' as if this story has something to prop up. must have been planned since grandfather was young first.

***I'M NOT FEELING BAD FOR OTHERS OR SU'UDZON, IS IT? HIS FATHER UNCLE ROBY DIED IN AN ACCIDENT.

AND MALA'S GRANDFATHER ALVIN ALSO SUFFERED THE SAME TRAGEDY? IS THEIR CAR ENGINE DELIBERATELY MADE DAMAGED, AKA BRAKE'NYA BLONG! HA... I DON'T THINK IT'S THE WRONG REM?? BUT WHAT SHOULD BE SUSPECTED IS THAT... THE MASTERMIND' I BELIEVE HE'S THE CAUSE, AND HE MUST BE BROUGHT TO JUSTICE' TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL THESE PROBLEMS.

AHHHH... HOW COME MALA I'M THE ONE WHO HAS TO THINK ABOUT THE PUNISHMENT PROBLEM??... ENTALAH AH...' FOOLISH TIME WITH THE MASTERMIND IS***.

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Since the arrival of Lollyta Jallyanna in my life, the atmosphere in my family's home has grown different and even Iran's really familiar with it as if they have known for a long time.

But what makes me a little strange, anna's attitude is somewhat in the hold if near me. I mean' if I'm in front of my family, the smile is a bit polite but if there's no me' he's childish in front of Iran and my parents.

DOES HE LIKE TO PICK AND CHOOSE FRIENDS?.

hugh...

What do I think is true, if it turns out that he deliberately wanted to prank me? same with hal' he never glanced at my status but he focused on wanting to see myself closely (what he planned).

Even more strangely, when we collided in front of the cafee' my emotions and feelings were not because of what.

HIS HAIR, EYES, NOSE, AND FACE RESEMBLE EXACTLY THE SAME AS' B*R*NGS*K IT!! why.. why should it be the same, is it destiny that my mass will repeat itself' Can I live happily for this time only, I want to be calm on this earth.

I don't want... I don't want' I don't want to meet, cross, look, or look at the faces of people who have disappointed me? I'm disgusted by others who like to play with other people's feelings.

HE'S... HE'S... He whom I have always loved, he whom I have always respected, and he who is always beside me' gave me hugs, showed me his wide grin, and treated me like his own family by giving me more attention to me.

But unfortunately' the words seemed to have been destroyed because my revenge was enough to the maximum extent because it was easily lulled by him, RAKA BRAHMANA' I will never want to forgive you.

Now I was in my room, a little dark despite the sunlight from between the curtains, some of the same photos in print as usual, there was a bookcase, a bed, and, work table and rocking chair.

My step stopped in front of this rocking chair, not he want to turn on the lights in because it is uncomfortable with a dark room like this' in fact I prefer to take (pisa* a small dagger) under the floor near this rocking chair.

Step by step I walked towards the wide poster attached to the wall near the bookshelf' which depicted a picture of him and also uncle ALVIN BRAHMANNA.

Although this photo is old-fashioned with shabby, damaged, and opaque conditions, but I can still recognize it and remember it clearly.

"uncle alvin, why didn't my mother give you her picture' why don't you two take it..."

"have it in your must-"

Brlu.........

My Pisa* is pointing right in front of her son's face.

"PICTURED WITH THIS GUY, WHY... WHY DO YOU HAVE TO TAKE PICTURES WITH RAKA..."

Yelling' at once.

Even my pisa* was still at home stuck in the poster, while my body had shrunk down while hitting the innocent floor under the soles of my feet now.

"uncle, hikh.. hikh. I miss you, don't you.' you often call me JAGOANKU..."

I erased the rough marks of these tears, my body shaking violently, as if I was experiencing depression and excessive stress.

"uncle, you're glad I didn't, too, m*ti..."