My Choice of Woman

Episode 179's

Episode 179: Finding a New Home

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Kinanti looked at the passing vehicle in front of her. He was sitting at the stop waiting for his father. He called his father when he was in Milepolis and waiting for the bus to come home. But his father insisted on picking him up, as a result Kinanti slightly died of boredom in that place.

Kinanti also relented and realized Anneline's desire to spend the night alone in the inn. The woman was crying and resting at her feet for this, unbelievable.

“They won't run away, right?” Kinanti was still thinking from the moment she came out of the inn complex.

“If he runs away, where will he go? He is not good at driving despite being taught repeatedly.” Kinanti. He spoke alone at the stop. His mind was turned back about Anneline asking him to learn how to drive a car. He could control the vehicle. But, in a panic, Anneline hit the guardrail and knocked Kinanti's forehead. Sontak Naresh disapproves if Kinanti teaches driving the great mistress again and she never learns again.

“Does he have any acquaintances in this city?” Kinanti held her chin. He thought hard if Anneline could just go with another friend. He was afraid that this would become a big problem. Eventually, Kinanti contacted Naresh to confirm that.

A new output motor stops at the stop, where Kinanti sits with overwhelming boredom. I looked at the biker. “Like no stranger.” He looked at her with a flat expression. Despite wearing a helmet, a mask to cover part of his face, and sunglasses, he could tell who it was.

“Dad wants to scare me huh?” ask Kinanti.

The biker took off his helmet, mask and all. It looks like a man of almost half a century is smiling at Kinanti. The woman answered one hundred percent right, who came was Mr. Budi, his father.

“Turnal princess Dad guessed correctly!” Mr. Budi got off his motorbike and hugged his daughter who had not come home for months. “Dad misses you, Son.”

Kinanti welcomed the embrace, she felt the warm embrace of the man who had been her hero ever since she was in her mother's womb. “I also miss Daddy.”

Mr. Budi let go of his embrace. His face looks so happy. “My daughter is different now. I got to pangling to see you the first time.”

Kinanti almost cried because of this sacred moment. During his time in Zen City, he never came home just to see his father or Reno. “Dad likes to praise.”

“It looks like my daughter has changed a little. Your hair is longer than it used to be and now you are also wearing a skirt.” Pak Budi saw the appearance of his son is very different. He knew, the laziest Kinanti wears a skirt except the skirt of the school uniform. He also does not like to keep long hair.

“Dad ... am I ugly?” Kinanti should ask about this. During his time in Fernando's family, he had to preen and look as neat as possible. Not only that, Naresh forbade her to cut her hair on the grounds that Kinanti is beautiful if she has long hair and she can also caress it.

“No, Daddy's son is very beautiful.” Mr. Budi smiled. “Now let's go home. Reno is waiting alone at home.”

Kinanti. He rode on the bike in the back and held his father's waist so as not to fall. Tonight the wind blows making Kinanti cold. His father drove this bike not too fast. But something astonished Kinanti. He realized the road they passed was not to his home in the Wholesale Market area.

“Dad! Where are we going?” Kinanti slightly dented her voice to make it sound clearer because the wind often made her inaudible.

“Later you also know yourself,” replied Mr. Budi.

“Dad! Answer my question, this is where and why do we get off in front of this home page?” kinanti Kia's question demands. He should be suspicious in this situation.

“This is our home.” Mr. Budi smiled.

Kinanti digested his father's words long enough. Our House?

“Come in.” Mr. Budi pushed the small fence of the house and inserted the motor he had just driven.

“Dad explain, why are we here?” Kinanti still insisted on not going into the house. There was a sense of fear as well as vigilance that lingered in his heart.

“Dad will explain. We enter the house first, Kinanti.”

Mr. Budi has put in his bike. Kinanti took off the shoes she was wearing and scratched them on a small shelf near it.

Come to think of it this house is not like the usual house. I checked all the rooms. There is one room close to the television room which is one place with a dining room, kitchen and also a bathroom. Then there is a thin bulkhead for the living room, visible from the long chairs are neatly arranged.

Kinanti tried to stand where she first entered this house. There is a small staircase leading to the second floor. Is this house two floors? Her thought.

Kinanti went down the stairs carefully making sure there was nothing suspicious. After his father put the motor in, it just disappeared. Kinanti paid little heed, she was sure her father was outside. Kinanti's legs trembled slightly after what he saw on the second floor.

There was a room whose lights were not lit. Kinanti finally pressed the switch to turn on the lamp. Looks empty room space with a folding mattress in the corner. This room looks neat there are small tables and cabinets that are very fitting size, not too big or too small.

Someone drew Kinanti's attention compared to the closet. A window that did not yet have a curtain, he rushed to open it. He saw a deserted street with houses that were exactly the same shape. The night wind was flying her hair.

“Wah , it turns out you have found your own room.” Mr. Budi went into the room on the second floor. He carried a tray of cold mineral water in a bottle and two packs of bread. He put it on a small table.

“Explain dad, why are we here? Reno where?” Kinanti is still on her demanding intonation, though,

“In the lower room. This is already our home, Kinan.”

Kinanti furrowed her brows. “How is our house located in the Wholesale Market area?”

“That house was flattened a month ago. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Because I'm sure you won't accept this situation.”

Suddenly, Kinanti's fear came true. The slum where he lived was riled up. It is always like this every year because it is considered to disturb order.

“But Dad, it's our home! They have no right to take it!” Kinanti.

“Quiet, Son. Everything has happened. Those in power, after all we get a new and more decent place to stay.”

Kinanti. He can't accept this yet. His old home is very close to his mother's memories. It is impossible to accept this situation directly.

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Anneline is ready. He took his cell phone at the table. His fingers were very agile tapping the screen. After a brief struggle, he stuck his phone to his ear.

“Hai, Ray! Send your driver to pick me up.”