Love of the Duda

why should he

Asha again locked herself in the house and cried as much as there. Not letting anyone interfere, even his neighbor and best friend who repeatedly knocked on the door he ignored.

"Ren, you're evil. Why make such a rash decision!" Asha let her face flood with tears. Bodo period if tomorrow his eyes will look swollen, he does not care.

"Sister, I miss." Moments like this memories with his loved ones are very much missed. However, Asha realized her search for her dear sister was so heavy and had not found a bright spot at all.

"Sha, if you are sad call brother and sister promise will be beside you to calm you down."

When Asha was happy, losing both parents at once did not make her too late in grief, there was still her only brother who always existed for her. However, when he decided to continue his education to Surabaya all happened, his brother married and disappeared without news.

"Sir, Asha kangen. Pengin made hot tea again the same brother." He bows his head between his bent knees.

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"Why are you so lethargic, Fan?" Dian chose to sit next to her sister. Damaging Fandi's hair until it was messy and so satisfied when the man with father status let it go.

"Where is Fania, sister?" Fandi looks for her daughter without opening her eyes, she massages her temples trying to relieve a headache.

Dian moved Fandi's hand away and helped massage her sister's temples slowly. "He's the same Al, the two of them when they meet until they forget time."

"Great boy, Brother. Continue." Instead of continuing the massage, Dian grabbed Fandi's hair until the man opened his eyes and complained of pain. "Jeez, what a rude woman."

Dian moved on and left her sister's room. However, for a moment he looked into the room talking to Fandi. "Fania said you're upset." Dian's laughter left the room. Fandi was flabbergasted that her daughter said the words adults should speak.

"Where can he know such words, my God, it must be because I'm busy with work."

As I lifted her butt slightly away from the sofa, the little girl walked in along with her cousin carrying a book. "Dad." Fandi chose to sit down again and asked the two to come closer. "Dad, you wanna buy this, dong." Fandi nodded thinking Fania asked to buy a book like her cousin.

"You'll buy a lot." Fania's eyes widened and so sparkled happily, she looked at her cousin and jumped up in excitement. "Well, I didn't think it turned out that Dad's daughter loved reading books. Al too?" Both are silent. Fania opened the book she was carrying and showed Fandi a picture.

"This, Dad. Fania doesn't want the book. In many homes!" Fandi scratched his nape and grinned at the two.

"Om Fan, my mother said that the promise must be kept." Al, the seven-year-old boy reminded Fandi with his serious face.

Fandi is not out of thought if what they ask is a make-up tool. "But Fania was a child, the others only. And Al, do you want a make-up toy, too?"

"But Dad said it could." Fandi grimaced, she was wrong. Should have looked carefully at what her daughter asked for. Not even saying it just like that.

"No dong, Om. Al wants to be an athlete." Fandi wakes up rubbing Al's head slowly and holds Fania who has started to frown and almost cry because her request is not obeyed Fandi.

"We're down, Oma same Aunt Dian's done cooking." Fania is still silent and makes Fandi feel guilty. "Sorry, Dad. Fania asked for something else, I'm sure I'll do it. Then Fania's face will be broken."

"If it's broken it's ugly, Om?" Fandi smiled and nodded as he went down the stairs.

"Fania doesn't want to be ugly, but Elle has these tools in Dad's house." Fania wrapped her hands around Fandi's neck. "But Elle's face isn't ugly." Fandi is confused, he does not understand the problem. It is better to just ask the issue of money in the office or about what fabrics are good for the skin of young children.

"I forbid her to buy make-up. Why is there such a picture in Al's book, brother." Fandi snorted after her daughter gawked as she was about to kiss her temple.

Dian looked at her mother and looked up. "Basar. You should know that now there are a variety of makeup tools that are tailored to the skin condition of young children. Buy it, don't be stingy."

Fandi was already preparing to sit next to his papa. "Look, I don't want Fania's face to be broken. A lot of acne keeps what else is it, you doctor time to underestimate the problem so." Dian grunted angrily, wanting to feel the pinch of Fandi's head, but he took care of the two boys who were confused by their parents' chatter.

"Eatya because Brother Doctor Sister can know, now there are many makeup tools that are tailored for girls, and many who have bought. Just be safe."

"If Fania is a centile what?"

"You're the father, why ask me." Dian took the fried fish for Al and Fania. In contrast to Al who immediately ate voraciously, Fania just stared at the food on her plate without intending to eat. "Fania why? Aunt food's not good?" Fania shook her head. "Fania's dizzy, adult's noisier." Fandi stopped her eating activities, while Dian and both of their parents were stunned to hear. "Opa, Fania's right. Dad was upset, kept talking again with Bu Asha, now Fania can't learn dance."

"Who is Asha's mother?" ask Dian urgently.

Fania glanced at her father at a glance and stuck out a mocking tongue. "Master Fania, it'll be Fania's mother."

"Fan, right?" ask her mother so happy. "Ah, Mama did not think you would open your heart again for women."

"Oma, Miss Fania is so beautiful. Aunt Dian lost." Fania giggled while covering her mouth with both palms.

Al who was engrossed in eating looked at Fania annoyed and exclaimed. "My mom's beautiful, Fania!" His eyes glared in annoyance.

"Yes, but Fania was his mother not mama. So beautiful Mother Fania."

"My mom's pretty."

"Beautiful mom. Yeah, right, Dad?" Fandi nodded quickly and smiled wryly.

"You guys ate again!" Dian's orders. Al who had opened his mouth and was about to strike back Fania's words suddenly remained silent and complied. "Fania ate, yeah, honey."

The little girl shook her head, pushing her dinner plate away. "You bought the one before. I promised." He's down.

"Fan, your son. Follow why?"

Fandi sighed slowly. He nodded and approached his daughter. "But Brother must be responsible if there is anything with Fania," threatened Fandi. He still did not believe it and would not be willing if Fania had such an item.

"Yes, it will be my brother who buys it. Put your money on."

"Now Fania eats, after that we go home," Fandi pinta and kissed Fania's temple. The boy nodded enthusiastically, brought his plate closer and ate so voraciously.

"Aren't you just staying here?" Fandi. "Papa wants to talk to you about something and this is serious. Stay at home tonight."

Fandi squinted his eyes, suspicious of what the man with the status of his papa would talk about because it was rare for the man to speak seriously with a face that looked serious as well. "Dad, don't kepo!" Everyone chuckled at Fania's sudden words.