LITTLE GIRL

LITTLE GIRL
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...Xx airport...


There is a word that describes the airport. Many people were waiting for the next plane to arrive, as did Ziand who picked up his Dady.


Unlike Cia, this young mother took her son to look for Vivi who was already in this city.


"Morgan wait here first yeah, don't go anywhere okay. Mother is just a moment." said Cia.


"Okay mom, Morgan's not going anywhere." he said.


Cia returned to the airport to look for Vivi as well as her bracelet. Suddenly...


Brugh!


Cia fell down while colliding with the man in front of her.


"I'm sorry my master was completely unintentional" he said with a lowered face.


"Human? who are you talking to?" asked Ziand in his hoarse voice.


Cia looked up at the sharp bead of this man's eyes. "Maa.." he said cut off when.


"Yetoo!!!!" call Morgan who's in Vivi's arms.


Cia and Ziand turned their eyes towards Morgan.


"Truly similar to me as a child." Inner Ziand stared intensely at Morgan.


"Why old mother hm, Morgan and aunty Vivi can't wait to go home."


"Sorry baby, your bracelet fell off. So you have to take it."


Ziand who was still staring at the little man in front of him instantly distracted his attention when he heard the woman in front of him lose his bracelet.


"Is this yours?" asked Ziand took out a golden bracelet from behind his suit.


"Yes right, thank you, sir, and sorry for hitting you" he said sincerely.


Morgan turned around and looked at the sharp eyes of the tall man in front of him, just for a moment Morgan looked at Ziand. Then he turned back to face his mother.


"Mother come, let's go home. Morgan's tired." he pulled Cia's wrist slowly.


After the departure of the woman and the little man made Ziand's mind drift somewhere but his daydream stopped when his father patted his shoulder.


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"This is your house?" ask Morgan with a sparkling look.


"Yep, this is our new home." said Cia chuckling.


"Well!! Morgan will feel at home here, the park is very wide. Can make play the same chase aunty Vivi nih." ledek Morgan who was met with cynical gaze Vivi made the laughter of people around her broke.


"Already now Morgan entered into the already awaited oma, opa sama aunty Hana loh."


"Hana's Aunt?! aaaaaa mother Morgan enter first drugs!! mother be careful with aunty Vivi later on in ngap." he said running faster so as not to be pursued Vivi.


"Please deh Ci, your son's a hell of a mess. Make darting." he lamented.


"Darting what?" cia pretended not to know.


"Same mother's son just the same huh, darting it HIGH BLOOD ogeb." cry Vivi increasingly annoyed.


"Casual dong Vi, angry mulu. Soon old haha."


"Udah deh yes, do not make this princess kesel continue. So how? ready to open a new page, and you're sure you want to be a teacher here?"


"I'm sure." he replied casually.


"Rarely? gaje is really a mom, but I think it's Ci. What the hell do you want to be a teacher, perfume business has already accumulated money at the ATM. Want to be a teacher too?"


"Huufft, you know Vi. So the teacher was my dream from the beginning, no matter what salary I want to pay no matter how important I become a teacher."


"Yes if it wants you, okay. I support."


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Xx mansion


"Ziand, why from the airport to the mansion. You're still daydreaming huh." said Fernand felt suspicious of his son.


"It's okay dad, it's just an office problem." he said.


"Office problems, office problems. Ziand! He needs your love, don't you think. Work, work, and work. There's no time for Disya." circus Killa.


"Love what kind of mom, Disya asked Ziand toys to buy. Going on holiday abroad, just leaving. What else is lacking is mom, Ziand is tired." said Ziand passed up the stairs to his room.


"Dad?!"


Fernand took a deep breath. "Have tried mom, all this time dad also pity our grandchildren" he said softly.


"Until when dad, every night mom saw Disya always moody and crying for hours in her room."


"We'll talk tomorrow, dad's still tired. Been sleeping...."


How's the next meeting?


Will they remember that day?


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