Love of High School Children

Abian's Request

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After feeling enough to talk and finished eating the food that had been ordered by Abian earlier, the two of them immediately intended to go home, especially when it was late afternoon.

After a long time on the way, Abian and Putri finally arrived in front of a pretty luxurious two-story house. The Princess is indeed from a family that is quite located, different from her who comes from a simple family, although arguably quite located because it has several stalls and businesses but not as rich as the Princess family of course. 

After getting off the bike, Putri brought Abian into his house. The princess told Abian to sit on the luxurious sofa in the main living room of the house after a middle-aged woman working in the house opened the door for the two of them.

The princess was pleased to enter and informed Abian's arrival to her parents. His father Princess seems to have gone home because his car is parked in the garage, Abian also assented while his heart began pounding unbecoming, try to start collecting and stringing words to convey later to his Papa Putri if he meets later.

Especially if you remember the last meeting the two of them used to berate him in order to stay away from his son's daughter, making Abian's guts a bit shrunk. But for the sake of his affection to the Princess, Abian must be ready and must be able to accept any risks later.

Quarrelled by the sound of the steps of some people who walked closer to the living room where he was currently. Abian's heart beats faster than usual like a marathon.

The figure of his Papa the Princess and his Mama as well as the Princess herself were walking behind the two of them. With a face that began to feel pale, Abian stood up and welcomed their arrival to immediately greet him. Seeing the face of his Papa Putri who is a little face made Abian feel hesitant to greet and greet him, but as a real man he must dare to do it.

"How are you Om?" greeting Abian respectfully reached out to greet the middle-aged man with a slight bow of his body.

Abian was silent because his hand was not also welcomed to make his heart beat increasingly erratic, suspecting that he did not get a good reception from the parents of the woman he loved.

"Thank you, Om." replied Abian smiling. Abian also turned to greet his mother Princess, the middle-aged woman immediately welcomed his hand with a friendly welcome to make Abian more confident because the two Princess parents had at least been kind to her, not like before. It may be true what the Princess said if her parents had indeed changed and supported all her decisions.

"Please sit down, Son Abian, what do you want to drink? Let us ask bi Rasti to make it?" asked Mama Putri while sitting her ass on her soft sofa.

"No need to bother Aunt, I just want to visit the house of Om and Aunt, do not expect finally we can meet again" Abian said mince words.

"Yes Abian, sorry for all our previous attitude, we behave like that just want the best for us Princess, she said, but now we realize that if all things cannot be forced even to the biological child himself, he has the right to choose his own life path," Papa Putri said at length to apologize for his mistakes in the past.

"Tante also apologizes for always being rude to you" said Mama Putri really.

"Yes Om, Auntie .. Abian who should apologize .. Om and Aunt are not wrong, I was wrong," abian's answer remains low even if remembering their attitude towards him when it used to be quite painful.

"Sorry Om, my aunt invited the Princess earlier to play into the lake after school earlier," Abian tried to start a conversation to express her intention.

"It's okay, Abian, we believe that you can take good care of the Princess" said Mr. Darmanto while giving a sincere smile. Abian felt it was like a dream because it was far inversely proportional to his previous attitude, let alone allowing the Princess to be with him, even to give a smile like something very expensive, the price, if you look at him like a wild animal that will be ready to pounce on its prey.