Love And Retaliation Beautiful Doctor

Just for a moment

MY FRIEND'S DAD

Love is about age, mystery, and the past.

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Chapter 1 the car that Fikri was riding drove at a slow speed. Moreover, the capital is being dabbled with rain, until secretary Fikri drives his car at a moderate speed.

Fikri leaned his body backwards, several times he sighed. He wanted to get home and rest.

“Pak, Isn't that your Princess?” septian said, none other than secretary Fikri. Fikri turned to the side, he saw his daughter and her daughter's friend in the shade, hugging his body. He knows, maybe his daughter's cold. But even so, Fikri did not intend to take her daughter home together

“Do we have to take Miss home together, Mister?” bargaining Septian, he saw Fikri from the windshield. Even though he knew the answer, he kept asking. Who knows, this time the master changed his mind and wanted to invite Farah to come home together.

“No need, just let him!” fikri said, as usual. He did not care at all what his daughter did, and what happened to his daughter. Septian just nodded.

Fikri Atmaja, a mature man who is now 39 years old, the man is sturdy, handsome with a sturdy jaw and athletic body. All women crave it, especially he is a widower with a child of one who is now 19 years old.

Farah Atmaja, was the first daughter of Fikri Atmaja Putri. One thought, it might be lucky to be Farah where Farah was the only child of a conglomerate. But unfortunately, all these guesses are wrong. Due to the fact, Fikri was so indifferent and indifferent to her daughter

I don't know what makes the thought so cold to his own daughter, which must have been since Farah was born until this moment Fikri never wanted to care about anything that happened to Farah.

From childhood, Farah was more often taken care of by her sisters. It's just that, when Farah was 13 years old, the nurse who took care of Farah from the baby died and since then, Fikri no longer looking for another nurse for Farah, she said, because he considers his daughter to be an adult and since then Farah always spends her time alone.

He was so lonely, several times he asked his father to just accompany him. But, Fikri never hugged his daughter

Until finally, as time went on Farah began to understand, that the father never loved her. Once he understood everything, he never asked his father for anything again. All he did himself.

And in high school, he had a friend named Aqila, who had the same fate as him. It's just that Farah was a little lucky, having a rich father. It is different from Aqila.

Aqila lived with great bitterness. He lives with his stepmother and the two Kaka stepsisters who oppress him, not to mention, their lives are all lacking and Aqilalah who becomes the backbone of the family. His biological father seemed to careless, even he always ignored when Aqila was treated badly by both his stepfather and stepmother.

Because the fate of Aqila and Farah are the same, both can be friends, Aqila is able to make Farah comfortable, even though Farah is a person who is quite introverted and rarely can get along with others, even though Farah is a person who is quite introverted and rarely can get along with others, not to mention his personal life that did not get affection from his father

He did not understand why his father never smiled at him. Every time he was sick, he passed through it alone. Ignored is common. But the most painful thing is, when he sees the father smiling at the son of his business partner, while to him the father never smiles at all, never ask what happened and never ask what he felt and what he needed.

He and his father live in one house. But after at home, his father never greeted him, never invited him to eat together, Farah's existence seemed invisible to his father, maybe even his father considered Farah was not in the house.

But Farah can do what, as time goes on. He was tired of reaching out to his father, he wanted to ask why his father ignored him. But, let alone ask, to talk to the father it feels so disinclined.

•••

“Farah is your father's car!” pekik Aqila when he saw Fikri's car driving in front of them.

Farah only glanced at Aqila, then she looked down again while hugging her cold body. Aqilah who understood Farah's gaze immediately stroked her friend's back.

“It's okay I'll drive you!” said Aqila, Farah was nagging, because indeed she was afraid to go home alone, especially it was night and Farah's housing was in elite housing, so there were rarely people at this kind of hour.

Farah drives a taxi, then takes Aqilah for a ride. They were waiting for an online taxi. But no one came and it was fortunate that a taxi was passing in front of them, so they got into the taxi.

“You stay here, It's still raining!” farah said to Aqila, as the car they were occupying came to the front of the gate. Aqila seemed to think, it's late at night. If he came home, he would definitely be scolded by his stepmother for coming home late, yet he had to clean up all the houses.

Aqila nagging. “Hmm, I'll stay!” reply Aqila, today alone he wants to rest in peace, he will think about his fate tomorrow. They got out of the taxi and ran towards the gate.

“Non, why rain!" peekik Bi ira while opening the door for Farah and Aqila.

“Bi, please prepare food for us. We want to go up first,” reply Farah, bi Ira also nodded.

“Come Aqila!" take Farah, they enter the house. When entering the house, Farah stopped her steps when she saw Fikri coming down the stairs.

Aqila's heart beat twice as fast, when she saw her friend's father who was wearing Casual clothes and was so handsome. “Wow!” unintentionally, Aqila clucked in awe, as if praising Fikri's handsome look. Until Farah who was next to Aqila immediately turned her head, and finally Aqila realized and neutralized her expression.

“Dad!” call Farah, she's trying to say hello to her father

, “Daddy can Aqila nginep here?” farah asked as Fikri passed through her body just like that. Actually he was just a pleasant question, because the father did not care. But somehow today he wanted to hear his father talk to him. Especially today is his birthday.

“Unfortunately you think this house shelter home!” reply Fikri with sadist.

“What Om can't be a little friendly on Farah!” aqila said suddenly, making Farah's eyes round, Farah did not expect that Aqila would answer like that to her father.

Hearing Aqila's impolite remark Fikri turned his head. Then, looked at Aqila from top to bottom. “You think, who are you here. How dare you talk so much to me!” said Fikri, Aqilah's guts instantly shrieked when she saw Fikri's sharp gaze.

Chapter 2

Farah clasped Aqila's hand, hinting that Aqila would not speak anymore as well as Aqila who was immediately silent when she heard Fikri's sadistic speech. It was really just a reflex to say that to Fikri.

During this time, he never meddled in Farah's affairs, he just always calmed Farah down. But just now, upon hearing Fikri's cold words to Farah, he reflexively said what was in his heart, let alone this was Farah's birthday, and Aqila was sure, there were a lot of things Farah wanted to say to Fikri, that's why she just blurted out her words.

“I'm sorry Aqila, Dad. We will go up.” as fast as lightning, Farah immediately pulled Aqila's hand to walk up, while Aqila just followed Farah's steps, she was really still nervous because she was stared at so by Fikri.

Fikri shook his head as his daughter and Aqila went upstairs, then he immediately walked towards the dining table for dinner. As usual, the dining table has a variety of menus.

Fikri pulled the chair, then he sat himself down and took the plate and took his food and he began to eat, his dinner in silence.

As usual, Fikri always ate alone. But, if by chance Farah was at the dinner table, she would immediately turn around, because she did not want to eat together with her daughter.

•••

“Aqila Are you stupid, why do you have to say that to my father,” said Farah, when entering the house. Aqila scratched the nape that was not itchy.

“Sorry Farah, I'm too greget with your father!” aqila said, Farah sat herself on the sofa, then she resuscitated her body back. He doesn't care about his wet clothes, he only thinks about his fate tomorrow.

All this time, his father had been very cold to him, and he was sure that his father's attitude would cool even more, because of what Aqila had said just now.

“Farah sorry,” said Aqila.

“Forget it!” said Farah. Farah got back up from her seat, then she immediately walked towards the bathroom to refresh herself, while Aqila sat herself on the sofa.

While sitting on the sofa and Farah was already in the bathroom, Aqila looked around the room so luxurious Farah, and she knew Farah did not lack anything, different from her.

Aqila smiled bitterly, she looked at her blackened and hardened palms, it was all because she was doing heavy work. How not, after he came home from college, he had to do a part time job.

Not to mention He also has a small business and he has to deliver goods If anyone orders goods from him, not to mention every day he always gets bad words from his family, he said, his father was silent as if he did not care.

Her brothers are just lazing around, one brother is focused on college and should not work by his stepmother, while the older half brother who only plays games and Aqila herself who meets the needs in the house.

He wanted to leave that house. But as if someone was holding him back, he had no one and he had no shelter. Once, he ran away and rented a boarding house for himself. But it turns out that the father found her, and she was again tormented by her stepmother and her two stepsisters. He had no ability to resist, as he was still in school.

And in addition to the problems he has to be the backbone of the family, he also has to withstand the worries, while at home. How not sometimes his stepbrother who is a man always trying to harass him, he never falls asleep at night and that's why after returning home from college, he prefers to do some part time work, he is not, at least he can support his lecture d help for his household needs

Actually it's not helping, because he himself is the backbone. Her stepmother always asked for rations every Aqila got a salary and finally could not refuse. Aqila's life was really bitter, He didn't know until when this passed.

And now, when Farah invites her to stay the night, Aqila does not want to think about tomorrow because she knows that tomorrow she will not survive her stepmother, and today alone he wants to sleep soundly and not think about tomorrow.

Time showed at 11:00 p.m., Aqila awoke from her sleep, then she looked to the side where Farah had fallen asleep. He pulled out a blanket and covered Farah's body.

He looked at Farah with sadness, he remembered before going to bed, Farah taking sleeping pills, he could not forbid Farah from doing that, because he understood what Farah felt. Farah didn't want to go through tonight with grief, let alone this was her birthday night.

He woke up because he felt thirsty. After enveloping her friend's body, Aqila immediately got out of bed, then she went straight out to the kitchen and took a drink.

As he descended down, his steps stopped his eyes focused on looking out, his body silently sculpted when he saw what was in front of him, it turned out that Fikri was sitting by the pool, it looks like the man just finished swimming.

Aqila's heart was about to jump her chest, when she saw Fikri's athletic body, she didn't even blink her eyes because she was so bewitched by the look of Fikri, who was only bare-chested.

Fikri got up from his seat, then he intended to go into the room. But before long, he stopped his steps when he saw Aqila in front of him. Fikri stared at Aqila flatly, while Aqila was still unconscious, she still styled Fikri without blinking.

“What do you want?” asked Fikri who started walking, he immediately asked when he was in front of Aqila. Aqila shook her head, then she woke up.

Instead of answering, he focused instead on Fikri's sixpack stomach.

“What do you want?” asked Fikri again, as Aqila blinked.

“Sorry, I just want to grab a drink!” said Aqila with a flushed face. Fikri immediately walked over, leaving Aqila just like that and after Fikri left.

Aqila rubbed her chest. She is a normal woman, of course she is interested in Fikri, especially Fikri can be defined as a perfect man. However, while recalling Fikri's behavior towards Farah, Aqila shook her head, then she resumed her steps to go to the kitchen and take a drink

The morning turns night, Aqila and Farah both wake up from their sleep and they prepare to go to campus. As usual, every stay Aqila always wears Farah's clothes, because she does not wear a change of clothes.

When going to breakfast Farah, his steps stop when the father is at the dinner table, and he is not as brave to join his father. But before long, he thought of something

“Aqila you wait here, I have to talk to my father!” said Farah, Aqila was also nagging.

Farah walked towards the dining table, then she stood beside her father. “Dad!” calling Farah doubtfully, Fikri did not turn her head making Farah bite her lip.

“May I ask for another credit card, my credit card has been limited this month," Farah said.

“Then I go!” Farah preferred to say goodbye to Fikri, because her father did not answer, while Aqila just looked at Farah who was walking towards her bitterly let alone looking at Farah's expression that seemed not to want to cry.

The world is not fair to them.

••••

Chapter 3

Aqila sighed, then exhaled while in front of her parents' house. Finally, after partime work, he had to go home and he was ready to thicken his ears, because surely he would be scolded by his stepmother

After being silent for a long time, Aqila finally stepped foot to enter.

“Where are you, you don't know, it's all gone. Where's money? aren't you paying today?” ask Mina, Aqila's stepmother.

Aqila bit her lips, then shook her head. “Sorry Mom, Aqila has to pay a semester. So Aqila Can't give Aqilah's salary to mom!” this time, Aqila dared to fight back. Because, he did have to pay his semester fee, otherwise, he would not be able to take the exam

“Dad, look at your son! when she did not want to give her salary, while the kitchen needs were thinning,” said Mina, complaining to her husband.

“Aqila you can stop college, quickly give the money to mom!” Without any mercy, Harso told Aqila to give the money that Aqila had just earned. He did not care at all about Aqila, who was none other than his own biological child.

“Come quickly!” harso. With trembling hands, Aqila reached into her bag, then she took the money and gave it to Mina's hand.

“Well, that's dong! now fast dishwashing. laundry nendump” .Breath relief, seen from Aqila's face, was so every day. He never got the calm.

Aqila took off her bag, then she went inside. “What do you want?’ mina asked, when Aqila, took the plate. ”Bu I'm hungry, I want to eat!” This time, Aqila ventured to answer the words of her stepmother.

normally he would not dare to argue, he would obey his stepmother, to do homework first. But this time, Aqila was really a little emotional, let alone the money she had collected to pay for her lecture to be forcibly taken away.

“Quick eating! get everything in the kitchen!" mina said, again Aqila was only able to sigh, when she saw the treatment of her stepmother. He immediately scooped rice onto the plate with his side dishes.

However, just as he was about to eat the chicken that was on the plate, the chicken was snatched by Irma, his half-sister.

“Enak aja you eat well!” Irma ate the chicken, making Aqila close her eyes again, it would be free if she served her half-sister, she chose to continue eating the food on her plate.

“Udah you eat, buy me boba forward!” tell Irma, Aqila did not answer. He focused on eating the food in front of him.

“Denger don't you!” Irma shook Aqila's head, until Aqila became angry. Aqila threw the plate she was wearing, because she did not accept her head being held by her stepbrother.

“What's this!” yell Mina.

“Bu see! he's breaking up the plate!” Irma complained to her mother.

“Aqila!” snapped Mina.

Aqila closed her eyes, tired of anger, emotions mixed into one, Aqila clenched her hands, until she glared at her stepmother

“How dare you glare at mom!” yelling at Irma again.

It felt, Aqila's annoyance was becoming more and more. Emotions actually become gasoline to burn his fear. He immediately walked towards his stepmother, then reached into the pocket of his stepmother by force, he took the money he had given, because he saw, his stepmother put the money in the pocket.

After fighting his stepmother, he managed to take the money he had just handed over to Mina. While Mina tried to take the money from Aqila's hands. However, Aqila fought him

“Enough!” aqila snapped, it felt like she was already at the end of her emotions, years of being treated unfairly and this was the peak of her emotions.

“Dad!” mina cried out to her husband, for she knew Aqilah would obey if Harso ordered her.

“What's Bu?” ask Harso.

“See your child! when he took again the money he was given!” mina. However, this time, Aqila was undaunted.

“Balikin that money to mom!” harso's word, he glared fiercely at Aqila.

“No way, I will never return this money!” Just as Harso was about to advance to hit Aqila, Aqila challenged Harso.

“I can report you to Komnas ham or I can also report you to the police station, because you guys have been the same as me!" shouted Aqila. Then Aqila looked towards Irma.

“And you too, during this time you used college salary money cave kan” suddenly Aqila thought of something, he immediately walked towards Irma's room.

Then after that, he looked around for Irma's wallet, and when he found Irma's wallet on the study table, he found her, Aqila immediately took Irma's wallet and took out all the contents and she took the rest of Irma's money.

When he had taken Irma's wallet, Aqila threw the wallet towards Irma, until the wallet hit her step-Kaka's head. Aqila was really at her tired point, she felt that even defending was useless, and actually not being fully brave at the moment, her knees were trembling slightly.

But, If he did not fight, he would continue to be treated unfairly. “Aqila!" shout Irma. As Irma was about to advance, Aqila immediately picked up Irma's phone on the bed, then walked towards the window.

“Dare you go forward, I throw your phone to the window,” said Aqila.

“Daddy ... Mom!” Irma screamed frantically as Aqila was about to throw her phone away, whereas Aqila just grinned.

“Wah, Irma your HP is good too and this you must buy my money!”

“Close your mouth!” irma said that she did not accept Aqila's words, this time Harso who entered Irma's room, then she glared fiercely at Aqila.

“Aqila!” snapped Harso. “You've been brave with dad, yeah!”

“Dad, if you mess with me.. I report to Komnas HAM and I will be legally processed!” aqila said, he did not know whether the treatment of his family could be accounted for before the law or not, which is certain he only just wanted to talk so that his family is not arbitrary.

Instantly Harso was silent, apparently he slightly shrieked with Aqila's words, after Harso fell silent, Aqila directly walked towards the door while carrying Irma's phone.

“Dad step aside!” aqila said as Harso blocked the door, while Irma tried to calm down. He did not want Aqila to destroy the phone he had just bought.

Taanpa allegedly, Harso strangled Aqila and cornered her daughter to the wall, until Aqila had difficulty breathing, Aqila continued to struggle so that the father released his grip from her neck.

Although he was afraid of Aqila's words, but before long, he did not accept when Aqila shouted at him. Until he darkened his eyes, he did not accept his daughter's defiance.

As Aqila was tired of rebelling, Aqila moved her legs to kick her father's weapon, and a second later Harso's weapon instantly removed her hand from Aqila's neck.

While Harso was still in pain, Aqila came straight out of Irma's room, and she went straight out of the house. When he was outside, he ran as fast as possible, so that the father did not chase after him. Luckily, Aqila had been storing college equipment and some of her clothes in the locker where she worked part time, so she was not too difficult.

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Chapter 4

Aqila was silent on the side of the road, sitting on a chair on the shoulder of the road. His eyes straight ahead, he hugged his body as the night wind blew very hard. His eyes began to glaze over, imagining the incident earlier, where he almost died at the hands of his father.

Suddenly, a clear feather immediately fell from his eye patch as he recalled the incident where his father had strangled him. The father who was supposed to protect her, who was supposed to be there for her, acted instead.

Sometimes, he wondered who was the biological child and who was the stepson, because in fact he more often saw that his father looked to love his two half-sisters, he said, in contrast to him who was used as the backbone of the family and used as a maid in the house.

Aqila shook her head, she could not dissolve in what was happening, as she realized her new life was about to begin. And he felt a great relief, as he made it out of his house.

He didn't expect, it would be this brave. In the past, I was so hesitant to leave. But now, he was absolutely certain, This was the best decision, at least he could take care of himself, without remembering both his parents and his two half-brothers.

Aqila blinked, then she immediately got up from her seat, after which, she decided to walk. He didn't know where tonight was going, only, for sure he wouldn't go back to his house again.

His friend was Farah. But, he wasn't that brave to come to Farah's house. Although he and Farah were close friends, he did not dare to ask Farah for help. He did not want to, Farah thought of him as a friend who took advantage of the situation.

•••

the time shows at 10:00 pm, Fikri is still at home in front of the laptop. Actually, Fikri's job is done. Only, he checked the other files that he had not had time to check.

Before long, the door of Fikri's room opened, the figure of Septian, secretary Fikri entered inside. “Pak, you are not home?” septian asked, Fikri turned his head.

“You go first, I'll bring my own car!” fikri said, septian nodded, then he reached into his pocket, then handed the car keys to Fikri's presence.

“Then excuse me, sir." said Sepitian, He turned around, then out of his boss' room. Half an hour later, Dikit stretched out his hand, then he immediately closed his laptop. After that, he got up from his seat and put on a suit and grabbed the car keys, then left the room.

Fikri runs his car at a moderate speed, the road without a stretch. He was driving with a mind that ran wild. Before long, he looked down, then closed his eyes while sighing.

It seemed, her secretary had forgotten to buy gasoline, and for the first time, Fikri had to give her gasoline alone. He immediately turned, then looked for a close Pertamina.

•••

Aqila was going in no direction, to be honest ... He was confused, it had been half an hour since he walked, and he walked only to where his feet went. Before long, he felt goosebumps and he felt that someone was following from behind.

He stopped his steps for a moment, then he looked back. But when he looked, there was no one there. He bit his lips, actually he had seen someone following him. However, as he turned around, someone was hiding and he knew, it was Egi, his half-brother.

Suddenly, Aqila's heart beat twice as fast, she was in an overwhelming fear. Moreover, the streets around him were quite deserted. As fast as lightning, Aqila immediately ran over, for she was afraid that her stepbrother would catch her. Moreover, she is a woman .. of course she will not win against Egi.

While in front of the gas station, Aqila's eyes sparkled when she saw that Fikri was filling up with gasoline. The pom was quite quiet, and Aqila could not think of any other path. As fast as lightning, Aqila walked towards the side, then she immediately ran towards Fikri's car and got into the father's car of her friend.

Fikri who was outside and paying did not realize that Aqilah got into his car, let alone Aqila got into the car slowly.

“Thank you!” said Fikri, he went down because he wanted to check something and after confirming the condition of his car, Fikri also directly entered the car.

“Gosh!” Fikri was suffocated in shock, when he saw Aqila in his car. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Aqila in disbelief

Why is there Aqila, a woman who is none other than her daughter's friend and is in her car. Obviously, he was alone

“You did what in my car!” fikri's shout made Aqila aghast.

“Please me, Om!” aqila says “I ikejar my half-sister!”

“What is my business!” hardik Fikri's.

“ Out!”! drive Fikri to Aqila.

“Om would have kicked me out, what if there was nothing like me!” Aqila no longer cared about Fikri's cold demeanor, she threw out her fear at her friend's father. Most importantly, he had to leave his half-brother first.

“Om come!” Aqila shook Fikri's hand, making Fikri aghast, because no one had dared to touch her all this time. But now, the girl who was his son's friend was so presumptuous .

At once Fikri threw Aqila's hand hard, until Aqila realized, and grimaced, because her hand hit the end of the door.

Fikri clucked lazily, then he blamed his car, then ran it. After that, Aqila immediately lowered her head to avoid being seen by her stepbrother who was looking for her.

After the car drove a considerable distance from the gas station, Fikri immediately stopped his car. Then, he incised towards Aqila who was daydreaming.

“You're down!” drive out Fikri, Aqila turned her head.

“Om, it's a deserted road. Time could nurunin me here,” said Aqila.

“I don't care. Downhill!" again, Fikri spoke flatly and coldly. Her tone seemed reluctant to be denied, while Aqila scratched her non-itchy nape. He was so timid, and now Fikri dropped him off on a shortcut that was quite lonely. There's not even anyone there.

“Om ...." Aqila tries to persuade Fikri, hoping that Fikri will invite her. At least tonight he'll be safe. Actually, he could have called Farah. But since he was with Fikri, then what's wrong he cut down on Fikri.

Fikri sighed, then exhaled. He got down from the car, making Aqila frown. Fikri circled the car, then opened the car door for Aqila. “Out!” fikri's Decree.

“Om ...” said Aqila softly, he tried to show a clear face. Fikri pulls Aqila's hand by force, so Aqila is forced to get out of the car. And after Aqila got out, Fikri, went back into his car, and he, too, went back to running it and left Aqila who was scared alone.