Idol Man, Never Leave a Trace with Hurt A Woman's Heart

Idol Man, Never Leave a Trace with Hurt A Woman's Heart
Episodes 133. Memories of Mardo And Raka's Past



Prita prepares to go teach private lessons at the home of Raka Bramantyo and Mardo.


The girl was very happy because her private tutoring children were successful. Tria now


I am no longer afraid of mathematics. He knows the secret. Prita has been


give the magic formula. Maybe Tria will be better prepared for the lesson


mathematics at school. Prita has provided him with a lot.


So does Dode, the youngest of these actually has no problem with


the lesson, the math is good and so are the others. His mother wants Dode


accompany her sister Tria to study. That's all, actually. Prita also saw


dode is smart and talented. Prita's job became very


lightweight. Because just watching Tria do things.


At exactly seven o'clock he had arrived at the magnificent house. As usual, security guard


he walked in and sounded crowded in the living room. When Prita comes in


all the complete family members gathered in the living room, and were watching


abuzz.


Prita looked at the happy family and the young man looked at her and


slightly gasp. Prita was also surprised to raise her eyes.


"Th-you?"


Both of them were equally shocked in the view of all the eyes of the family members. Immediate


Mardo calls Prita to the family room.


"Here prince, my aunt introduced Tria and Dode to her sisters, also by chance


there's Raka Bramantyo's father."


Prita immediately stepped up and bowed her head to Mardo and Raka.


"Pi, this is Prita's tutor Tria and Dode. Tria is very happy to learn mathematics


same with this Prita's mba."


"Oh, so yeah. Thanks, Prita has helped Tria inside


the lesson."


Raka smiled at the girl.


"And it seems like Rakasiwi's brother already knows huh? not a friend


campus?"


"Not my mother, I studied in Semarang. I met you at the station,"


Prita smiled as she glanced at Rakasiwi who was still dumbfounded because


met several times but only in a short distance.


"Prita just sit down, relax do not rush, right? drink and eat cakes


in the past, a friend of the mother who worked at the bakery brought a lot


cake, you tell me to make some tea for a while."


The girl finally sat down with the family members, chatting for a moment.


"Prita, why do you like you've known you before. What


Prita remember seeing mom?"


Everyone looked at the girl, who was smiling while remembering.


"Emmm, Prita does live not far from here Mother, and as a child


school in Permata Bunda kindergarten not far from


here, maybe I've met you on the street, or at Bun school."


"Prita used to be in the Permata Bunda? geez! you're that little girl


that brave?"


Mardo half hesteris remembered it. He will not forget one


a friendly little girl who greets everyone and her friends


with a smile and bright eyes. The little girl who ran


run while swinging his little bag home and leave always


by oneself.


"Yes God! that's you."


"Big brother Rakasiwi, Prita is your kindergarten schoolmate!"


Mardo was amazed. Prita is a unique little girl, and very


unlike the others, he was excited and most often pointed


her hands. When his friend cried because he was left by parents


he comforted.


Sometimes Mardo saw it too late, but bravely he knocked


door and told his mother was sick so he was late. He will sit


in his chair and listen to the teacher seriously.


Rakasiwi repeatedly turned to Prita who was sitting on her side. He suddenly


go to her room and take a parting picture frame in the park


kiddy.


"Do you have this photo too? all the kids got it."


Raka showed the frame and photos of all the children posing


in front of the school.


"Which one are you?"


Rakasiwi brought the photo closer to Prita, she suddenly did not hesitate


at Prita remembering they were childhood friends. The girl wouldn't


answer it, so that Mardo who took the frame mentioned and


researching one after another the boy who was all smiling.


"It right? try to look like ha ha ha, her eyelashes are flattened and good


when kindergarten."


Prita could not dodge anymore, the girl who stood the middle was


with a smile that always shines.


"From childhood it's fierce Bun, now it's still fierce! girl who


I told that mother and father, yes he!"


"Well! so you guys who collided at the station, until Rakasiwi's sister


lump as big as quail egg ha ha ha."


at Zepman airport when their first love begins.


Prita looked down and smiled, she was ashamed of her bad behavior, it turned out


the young man he was angry with was the son of a conglomerate.


"Prita! Rakasiwi!, you know what? back when you were your age, Raka's father and


mother collided at the airport. Raka's father got angry, without being able to


reply. ha ha ha."


"It looks like Mardo's mother is as fierce as you are now Prita!"


Raka added, "Dad Raka was very surprised and stunned, she


tell me Raka's dad is careless! his eyes are on! ha ha ha!"


"So, mother and father used to be acquaintances so yes, the collision first.


sweet deh kwa - kawa."


Cindy, Tria, and Dode join in with their parents


remembering the past.


"In fact why try mother time was so angry with dad?"


Mardo looked at Raka's face, and her children's, while Mardo


shyly smile.


"Why Bun, you must be moaning?"


Cindy guessed, Mardo shook his head.


"Mother's cheeks got kissed daddy ha ha ha."


Dode guessed perfunctorily, Mardo still shook his head.


Ha ha ha, suddenly Raka laughed and smiled mesemically.


"Only father and mother know ah."


Cut Raka still laughs amusedly. Makes Mardo curious.


"Indeed the cheek tofu? why are you so angry?"


"Yes you know, Pipi time doesn't know ha ha ha."


The man who was still very handsome still left his laughter.


"If Pipi knows, what to try?"


Mardo had already moved to the man and was twitching in his hands.


"Mimi was a teenager, and she was growing up, so


when it collided, Pipi's hand accidentally hit the mother's body


you guys, that's what makes you so angry, isn't it?"


"How did your father know?"


"Well, ha ha ha dong's cool collision for dad?"


They all laughed at the events of their father Raka Bramantyo


the Mother of Mardo Prameswari. That was how it started until they


four were born into the world.


"If Prita was so angry at Rakasiwi why? is it the same?"


Prita was so embarrassed, the same thing happened. And that anger


he came every time he saw the young man.


"Excuse Rakasiwi yes mba Prita, there is no intention of a child mother like that,


just happened."


Prita smiled, "It's okay Bun, oh yeah Tria and Dode already


ready learn? come on."


Prita then took Tria and Dode to their usual private tutoring place.


"Prita, if it's nine o'clock just finished yes. Let's go home


not last night."


"Yes mother, thank you."


Prita immediately moved to a private tutoring place not far from the guest room.


He remembered Mardo's mother's story about their past. And strangely


why is it repeated to his son Rakasiwi and him.


Prita involuntarily touched the part of her chest that had enlarged, at that moment


once hurt by Rakasiwi's arm, his anger happened so


just. And did Rakasiwi pretend nothing happened like father


Raka who kept her secret and just revealed earlier.


"Prime!"


Suddenly Rakasiwi had stood not far away from him, "Pardon the incident huh


I didn't mean it."


The girl met a glance with Rakasiwi's eyes that were very soft


looking at her, Prita smiled and nodded her head.


"Yes, forget it."


Prita enters the room where he is private, waiting for Tria and Dode


took her bag in their room at the then two.


"Sister Rakasiwi, why is there really a sister want private lessons too?"


Tria and Dode, staring in astonishment at their sister .


"No, I'd like to congratulate you guys on tutoring hemmm."


Raka rushed to her room. Tonight he must be hit


very nervous, because of his kindergarten friend


it had been hit in his chest, and it made him fall in love with the


first one.


 


 


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