LITERACY

PART 33

In the room.

A teenage girl was lying contemplating on her bed in a supine position. His empty eyes continued to stare at the ceiling of the room which actually did not have any beauty to continue to be noticed for a long time.

"Aghhhh!!!" His screams of being tired of harboring anger for too long.

"Why can I be so selfish? the rule was to call the bik situ first, if you know them today on return from a business trip, ogah I returned to a place that in fact is home but feels life in hell." An upset decak was heard from the girl's ripe lips.

Qigdm.!!!

Suddenly there was a loud slap from below that was connected with a shrill shriek of women making his chest rustle violently.

At first the beautiful girl with shoulder-length hair was indifferent and did not care about anything that happened in the living room, because it felt it was common for her to hear even see such quarrels inside this house.

But when his father repeatedly mentioned the name of an unknown man who was making his heart fuller, it felt like he was getting ripped off.

They've gone too far, Freya can't take it anymore. Enough already he feels pain due to lack of affection and ignored, no longer added with new wounds because there is a third person between the two.

Intentions to immediately fall on his queen size mattress to unravel the fatigue that whack since noon he did not do. The girl grabbed her idle phone on the nightstand and dialed someone's number from her green app.

"Hello, Fre?" The feminine voice of someone across there greeted me softly.

"Fetch me, Mel!" The ink is a little whining.

"Now?"

"Yes, a little bit of a bitch."

"Position?"

"Home, that's on paro street number 38. Yeah,"

"Okay, I must now." The man who was greeted by Mel from across the street. Whether to be taken where tonight Freya did not care, the important thing is that she did not hear the sounds of lucknut echo again in her ears.

Long wait finally heard the doorbell ring twice, Freya immediately flicked the window curtain of her room to see who came.

Behind the window of her room Freya can see there is a C200 mercy car parked neatly in front of her yard.

"Looks like it was him," he murmured softly. Somewhat doubt indeed, the article the color and type of car Mella (her best friend from school 5 SILA ) is not like this, or Mella has changed her car, maybe?

It's up to him, as long as he can forget his current mind. Freya deftly put her wallet and cell phone into her Aling bag.

Not yet had his hand touched the doorknob, Alasaki's voice had echoed in every corner of the room so loudly the middle-aged man shouted.

"Where else are you Freya? It's so late for girls to wander, and my gosh! What clothes are you wearing?" Tegur Alasaki to his only child.

Tonight Freya looks very sexy. His frail body was wrapped by a leather crop jacket paired with a crop tee and a black skirt spanned the thighs that let his legs exposed very real. Equipped with matching colored shoes strongly supports a modern casual style.

"It's none of your business!" The reply was cold but still on standard intonation. Not high and not braking. However they are, Freya is still aware of the importance of good manners and manners towards parents.

It's just that, to submit and respect Freya can no longer do it because of the heartache and deep disappointment suffered so far to both parents.

"Freya!! Keep your words, I am your father if you forget," Murka Alasaki was about to approach Freya who was still standing in the doorway with a position behind her.

"Already, mas" said Kirana approached and gently rubbed her husband's shoulder to be calm and not carried away by emotions.

Freya looked at Alasaki and Kirana alternately while laughing bitterly, what is with them? earlier the storm was not playing just because someone who was not clear of origin, now in a matter of seconds it has been made up again as if nothing happened.

"Honey I don't care," After saying that all Freya immediately waltzed out of the house and met Mella, the girl who looked messy in a slimekan style was sitting on the porch table of the house.

"Sorry yes Mel, long time."

"Father, we're leaving!"

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CONNECT.!!!

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