
"She's Bii's daughter, father." The woman who had been with Ahem and Hayat said quickly, strongly disagreeing with her father's hard-earned eyes.
"How can you misidentify people, Bii won't be this young at this old father's age, should you change your new glasses." The woman continued at length.
"Daddy don't see any significant difference between them? dad's eyes are really bad, even the memory starts to weaken."
The life that heard the woman's words before them seemed to frown, he thought how could there be a child in the Hillatop family who had the mouth of a level 50 bon chili bike? made his head boil and throat burn to hear his ravings. The woman felt a bit inflamed, eager to beat the aunt's mouth in front of her, inwardly thinking that complicated must not be the old man, but the old woman in front of her.
"Not Bii?," the old man spoke, his hands and fingers already shaking while grasping something, as seen from how the old man held his own glasses, Hayat watched carefully the movements of the old man, letting the old man continue to stare at him behind the worn glasses.
A class of rich people like that, it is strange to still use glasses as old and old as that.
"It's nice to meet my grandfather, I'm Bii's daughter's grandfather, she's my mother." Hayat hurriedly introduced herself, subduing her body a little before the old man.
The old grandfather nodded his head, he scrunched his forehead then said.
"Where's your mother? he hasn't been here too long." He asked wanting to know.
"Grandfather who cast her out first because she married a man of Azzura descent, don't you remember? oh my god, how could you forget that?." Again the woman spoke, throwing her body violently on the sofa chair on the right side of Hayat.
For Hayat the woman really did not have good ethics in her old age, not all Hillatop family had good ethics and morals, he said, there may be a slight error in the way children are disciplined and educated. Not entirely wrong parents, sometimes the association and way of life hedon able to change a person's character to be less good and unsettling. Life touched his stomach gently.
"Amit-amit baby branch." That's what's in his heart.
May their first child be kept his morals, although later may have a calm and calm nature like Ahem, he hopes his son always knows the culture of how to appreciate older people, especially his own parents.
"He was a descendant of Azzura, daughter of Bii and Zuu, granddaughter of the Azzur." The woman tried to remind her father.
"Azzurra -," The man hung up his sentence, seeing him frowning his forehead for some time.
"So you're a descendant of Azzura?." Ask the old man again.
"Yeah father, he's the grandson and great-grandson of the man who killed one of Hillatop's descendants, Zahir's son Adnan."
Astaghfirullahul'adzim, is Life allowed to be a little bit************** the mouth of the woman next to him?, his heart feels like to explode right now, the concept is not like that, the concept is not like that, the concept is not like that, he wanted to talk 4 points with old great-grandfather Hillatop without anyone's interference.
The old man was still silent, choosing to scrunch his forehead for quite a long time.
"forget? really-really,"
"Sorry aunt." The woman just wanted to continue her words with the word 'Payah' but Hayat like her began to lose her sane sense.
"I know her aunt's daughter, but can you speak more politely to the parents? the way aunty talks reflects how aunty's true character is." It feels like Hayat's heart is ready to explode over her frustration at the girl on her right side.
"What?." The woman was immediately shocked, she spoke while somewhat gaping to hear Hayat's words to her.
And Ahem instantly massaged his head, thinking that his wife was starting to return to her normal nature.