Marrying my Helper Girl

Dad's Angry

Why tired?

While Allah always cheers with Hayya 'Alash Shalaah and Hayya Alal Falaah.

That the distance of victory only ranged between the forehead and the prayer mat.

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"Rifqy's Astagfire! Dimas!.." without thinking first or whatever Mother had run towards Dimas and also Rifqy which was the distance between the two of them not so far from his eyes.

"What happened Dimas?" Mommy helps Dimas to be able to stand while asking what is really happening right now?.

Dimas shook his head weakly. "Dimas doesn't know Bun! tau-tau Rifqy is rich like this.

Everything in this room was the target of his rampage, including Dimas, Dimas also did not know why.

Dimas had tried to control his emotions but could not, who could control his emotions only Mother and also his wife." dimas answered with breath still panting from the sharpening of Rifqy on his lips until he fell to the floor.

Mother grimaced to see the wound on the lips of her adopted son who released fresh blood that was so fishy. "Is this sick, son?" ask Mommy while touching the wound.

"Aww" Dimas grimaced in pain as Mother touched her injured lips.

Mother approaching Rifqy. "Why are you, son? hemm?" touching Rifqy's shoulder by forcing her son to look her in the eye.

Instead of answering Rifqy instead shook his shoulder so that Mother's hand could be released and sure enough He immediately moved away to the corner of the wall of his workspace.

BUCK

BUCK

BUCK

There was a sound from the wall that was knocked by the hand.

Mommy is very surprised by the treatment of Rifqy which has never been done by the Son alone puppet. The middle-aged woman, almost 5-headed, saw her Son was venting emotions by beating the wall of the Work Room owned by her Husband, which now has also been secured to the Son only wayangnya.

And look at it now! The room of a 'Main Director' in a famous Hospital in this city that was once clean, has now been destroyed! all destroyed! in a moment! and the culprit was none other than the young man who had wounds on both backs of his hands with flowing fresh blood that smelled fishy stinging there, who else? if not Rifqy Al-Furqan!.

Soon, Mother may hold the hand of the Son whom she loves dearly by embracing the body that is higher than herself. But what is the power of Mother! He could not match the strength of the powerful Rifqy, especially now that Rifqy was angry and was unable to control his emotions. So Rifqy was like a hungry lion wanting to eat its prey, the anger was so real in plain sight but I don't know! Mother, Father and Dimas did not even understand why Rifqy vent his emotions like this.

What they know, Rifqy is the person who can most to suppress his emotions that sometimes have peaked He will ablution and pray in order to relieve the emotions in him.

Rifqy threw out the hand of Mother who hugged her body from behind. "Let's Bun!" jolt Rifqy who still continues to punch the innocent wall.

Father approached his wife shortly after Mother fell backward. "Bun, Mommy's okay, right?" ask him to help him stand up.

"Mother is okay, Dad!" replied Mother with a smile that looks very forced.

Dad looked up at Rifqy. "You what - what the hell boy? any issues? haem?

If there's a problem saying! don't vent your anger on someone who doesn't know what. And what - what the hell is this?! workspace but it's been like a broken ship shaken in the ocean because of a hurricane coming!" snapped the father who was very furious with the attitude to not use his son either because of what problems?.

Rifqy flinch, he stops the tonjok action - punching the wall but still turning his head he did not want to.

where is your courtesy to someone older than you?! moreover, this woman is your Mother! the woman who conceived you and gave birth to you!" He pointed at his wife who started to sob with the tail of his eyes.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and exhaled violently. "Where was your friendly attitude all along?!

where is your attitude that can easily suppress your emotions?! even though I know that you were once a delinquent! but you know you can at least yell or dare to be rude to the woman you call Mother.

This is your first time yelling and being rude to your Mother! and I hope this will be your last rude and disrespectful gesture!

Daddy and Mommy are pretty disappointed with all this, son! K-E-C-E-W-A!!"

Truly this is the treatment of Rifqy who first snapped at his Mother, let alone her to the courage to encourage middle-aged women who had been pregnant for 9 months and gave birth to her with a life gamble. But Rifqy is not fully aware that he has been disrespectful and rude to his parents, especially the woman he calls Mother.

"Where are your attitudes and behaviors that Father and Mother have taught you?!

manners!

firm attitude but still not oppressive!

your responsible attitude!

your friendly attitude!

your attitude is the most able to suppress your already heightened emotions!

the attitude that always runs to find water for ablution and prayer in order to relieve emotions from within you!

attitude that does not want to use violence when there is a problem!

then what is this?! huh uh?!

You want to make Dad hang with the state of your work room that is like a broken ship and especially your situation that is very alarming and does not reflect that you are the President Director of this Hospital!

What your subordinates say later! if they see or hear you angry - anger is not clear like this to throw all the furniture that is here to be an outlet for your momentary emotions! fortunately, this room is airtight and can only be accessed by 5 people, namely you, Dimas, Father, Mother and also Your Wife!

Conscious boy! wake up!"

"If you have a problem, Mother and Father wish you could tell us! you're your parents, son! you can tell me your problem plan that you might think this is a serious problem, right?

C'mon boy! Father and Mother are ready to hear it if indeed you are no longer strong to bear the heavy burden for you to carry alone, Father and Mother are ready to be an outlet from the story of your problems. Father and Mother are ready! isn't it Bun?" the end of the word Mother looked at the face of his wife who had been born because too many tears came out

"Yes, Dad. Let's go tell a story! what the hell is it? why did you get like this? why did you destroy those innocent things? why do you hurt yourself like this? why son? then what about your wife, Mother's favorite daughter-in-law son?"

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