I'm Your Daughter, too, Dad

Misbehavior

After Ayesha's departure, Herlambang's greedy residence was very quiet. Anisha hasn't been out of her room all day. He was busy crying over his father's decision which he thought was excessive.

As an older brother, of course, he was very disappointed with his father's decision. If just the harsh words that his father always said maybe Anisha can still be understood. But, for this one, it's been pretty outrageous. How can a biological father throw away his own son what else is his daughter.

When parents out there are competing to give so much affection for their daughter, the father is just the opposite. I don't know what was in his father's mind that obviously Anisha was very disappointed.

Though he had hoped to welcome the success of his sister with a festive but apparently wound back in incised his father. The person who should always be there and protect them, the first person who will be hurt to see his child sick, and the person who always defends his child but it turns out he is the person who is the most in incising the wound.

Not much different from Anisha in the corner of her room, Ardi's father was pensive, not an easy thing to make this big decision. As a father he was hurt but, he did not want his children to know.

Ardi's father cries in silence the roar of a father for his son. Behind all his rude attitude there is a big reason that underlies him to do that, no one knows only him and the mother who knows what really happened.

"I'm sorry son, I have to do this, I hope out there you find happiness. Our only daughter is strong, I know you won't be weak just because you're out of here because you're mentally strong. I'm sorry, I can't protect you but it'd be better if you were away from us."

"I'm sorry, son, because it's getting closer I have to keep you away from us".

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Along the way Ayesha kept walking, her tears flowing from earlier. Even though there was no expression shown but these tears just flowed even though he did not want to take them out.

He was sick, again wounded. The deep wounds are now on his father's feet. Although he really wanted to hate his father, but somehow his little heart always said that his father was not that bad. That was why no matter how cruel her father treated Ayesha, the girl never held a grudge at all. He always believed that one day everything would improve even more beautiful than he imagined.

"Spirit!!!!" Shouts on the side of the road.

Ayesha did not realize that a car was following her. Just looking but doing nothing.

"Where do I go now? find kosan first time huh?" he muttered to himself.

"luckily I have a little savings in the account, cruel really well, really heart nelantarin rich girl gini, huh fortunately dear if I have not made it destroyed tuh home"

"took a vow, this time it was my fault what else. The intention is only to make dad proud but even I was kicked out of tau gini I ogah nolongin Nita, ppffttt "

Dughhhh

Ayesha kicked a can bottle that was thrown away carelessly when the trash can was on the side of the road, a big banner that read "Put the trash in its place" obviously, but there are still a lot of people who ignore it. The turn of the rainy season comes busy people blaming the others in case of flooding, though the government has often appealed to the public not to litter anything else in the streams but there are still many who violate. Like Ayesha for example already knew it was one of the garbage, the trash was beside her but instead she kicked and...

Plastakkk

"Ouch!!! who threw my head?" Ask a grandmother who is sitting waiting for public transport. Accidentally, the can Ayesha kicked into the grandmother's head.

"Waduh, it can be hit this jewel mah, geez deh no kick no throw why is always wrong target anyway. Here again the original foot nendang aja" Gerutu Ayesha.

"oh you did it?" ask the grandmother who saw Ayesha pecking on the spot.

"Ah sorry my grandmother accidentally, really swear" said Ayesha.

"Your reason, what do you think my head is? it's rude of you to be the same old man" said the grandmother as she pulled Ayesha's ear.

"Ouch!!! my grandmother really did not intentionally, well do not pull dong nek, sick.. later on how off?" ayesha melas.

"I don't care if I leave later I sew your ears using wool yarn"

"Oh, my geez"

Inside the car that had been watching the girl, a young man could not help but laugh at the sight before his eyes. That girl was always so careless. Usually he will always get scolded or even hit but now Ayesha is welding on a grandmother. It's a rare occurrence.

But, the more noticed it turns out that the young man did not have the heart, he also got down from his car approaching the girl.

"I'm sorry what's going on, Grandma?" Ask the young man politely.

Two women from different generations looked together. Seeing the charm of the young man unconsciously the grandmother released her deathplate in Ayesha's ears.

"Ah he threw my head in a can, it was a very rude act" said the grandmother as she stared snidely at Ayesha.

"Oh excuse my friend Grandma, he was having a lot of problems maybe a bit stressful, so please understand me" said the young man smiling kindly.

A smile that makes all women melt but not for Ayesha. The girl was so upset how she could be said to be stressed.

"Oh really? yes, grandma has left" said the grandmother.

After the departure of the grandmother, Ayesha who was currently in an unstable mood prepared to take a swing to beat up the young man beside her.

The bag that had been held in his hand he floated towards the young man's arm, he wanted to go to his head but because Ayesha was not high so he could only reach his arm.

"Ouch, stop!!! heh girl chuck!!! stop I said"

"Eat the stress!!! eat this!!" ayesha garang said.

"Heh, I have noolongin lo, not thank you but instead in the rich hit gini, Stop!!! Aye!!!" shouted the young man who was none other than Darren.

Hearing his call immediately made Ayesha sculpt. Somehow every heard the name of his ears like being tickled by chicken feathers, amused.

Well, the young man who had been watching Ayesha was Darren. For a few days he always monitored the situation in the residence of Herlambang. For some reason but he wanted to see Ayesha every day and what had happened did not escape his supervision. That's why he followed the girl. Darren is worried that Ayesha will be sad for a long time finally doing the bo*oh thing. But, once he saw the reality that there was he did not think Ayesha turned out to be a strong girl, the proof even though she had cried but she was back in ferocious fashion like now.

"Don't call me Ay, I'm ticklish" said Ayesha.

"why is that your name"

"Yes, but call me Yesha can, it's better to hear"

"Like me, BTW you go where to bring a suitcase? you're coming over, huh?"

"It's none of your business!!"

"follow me!!"

Although she initially refuses, Ayesha ends up following what Darren wants. The black car drove through the crowded streets, today it is still Sunday so it is only natural that the streets are quite crowded because people want to spend their holidays with their families visiting tourist attractions.

Well, it's for a happy family, a family that loves each other not like he's isolated in his own family. Depressing.

Remembering that makes Ayesha sad again, at a time like this Ayesha misses her sister. Usually if Ayesha is sad Anisha will come remove the wound. Anisha is already like a medicine to Ayesha, her presence means a lot but now the girl has to heal her own wounds. He breathed his breath rough and then tried to close his eyes hoping that when he woke up, happiness would come.

All Ayesha's movements did not escape Darren's attention, he knew Ayesha was bearing a heavy burden. Actually he wants to ease the burden that is now in Ayesha's responsibility he wants to remove the wound that is stuck in the heart of the girl next to him, he wants to remove every tear that comes out replace it with happiness. But, what a force he is a nobody.

The car that Darren was driving had entered the basement area of an Apartment building. But, Ayesha still seemed cool with her dream to not be disturbed by the noise that Darren did.

Realizing that Ayesha is fast asleep makes Darren unable to wake her up. He looked at the plain sleeping face.

Darren noticed that every beautiful sculpture of the creator of the beautiful engraved eyebrows, round eyes that are always cheerful now look a little puffy, his nose is sharp, the lips are thin reddish cheeks that look smooth and soft. makes Darren want to touch her. Unknowingly his sturdy hand stretched out stroking Ayesha's brown hair, his body was pushed closer. Getting closer.

Deg.

Deg.

Deg.

Darren's heart was beating so fast, his body was hot cold especially the face. The more he approached the faster his heartbeat rang so fast he himself could hear it.

Darren's face is now getting closer, the hand that originally stroked Ayesha's hair is now down to touch the girl's cheek, Darren's view can not be separated from Ayesha's lips that look tempting. Getting closer, until the regular breath of Ayesha was felt on her face when her lips were about to touch Ayesha's lips suddenly the round eyes were opened and..

Bugh...

"Aah!!!!"

To her surprise, Ayesha lands her bogeman in Darren's stomach. Darren who got such a sudden attack was of course very surprised.

"Well!! what do you want to do, you pervert!!"

"ck. shit why can't I resist the temptation to nyicipin's lips, stupid luck hasn't hit" Darren murmured inwardly.

"so much pede lo? I just want to wake up lo doang, you sleep and rich fainting I called from earlier ngga nyaut, we've dropped off" elak Darren then he immediately came out to breathe fresh air. Being near Ayesha made her chest tight.

"Huh? is she? I don't feel anything?" muttered Ayesha quietly.

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Seriate....