My wife Little Child

Chapter 87

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Meanwhile in a different place..

The side descended the stairs of his house slowly. The hour hand shows at 09.00 WIB at that time.

He walked towards the dining room. But his steps stopped when his feet had not reached the dining room. He saw the mother in a hasty movement walking towards the main door of the house.

"Mama!" call Sisi in despair while staring at the mama.

"Yes Dear. Mama hastily yes have to go to the boutique and has been awaited by Mama's clients as well," replied her mother while then without looking at the child just the wayangnya.

"Mama, wait!" peek Sisi held back the anger.

"Otherwise Si!?" finally Madam Raisa stopped her steps and turned her back to look at the princess. From the look on his face it was obvious that he was upset.

"It's Ma's holiday. Every day I was busy with my mom's business. Boutique, client, socialite friends Mom. Then when will Mama have time for me, Ma???? Papa is also busy abroad. There's never time for family." Sisi spilled all the contents of his heart that he had been tight. Tears are already welling up in both eyes. "Ma, I also need your affection and attention! It's not just money and facilities from you that I need. Even when Mama and Papa were at home, I saw the scene of you guys fighting more often..."

"Enough Sides!" exclaims Madame Raisa emotion. "Mama and Papa have been working for you too! You feel it now, right? You live full of luxurious facilities from us,"

"But Ma-"

"It's quite a side! Don't be such a child! This is no longer the time you demand such affection and attention from Mama and Papa. If we didn't love you, you wouldn't be living the luxury you are today. Ok understand right? Mama's in a hurry!" without saying anything more, Madam Raisa rushed out of the house.

The side that is glued alone.

He squatted slowly. Then folded his hands over his knees and buried his face there. Crying as much.

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The side is driving its Aston Martin Vantage at a fast pace. Tears flowed from both of his eyes forming a tributary. It felt like he wanted to go far away somewhere, where there was no one there. And she was free to scream and cry out loud.

Maybe all this time people who knew him, saw Sisi's life so good. Moreover, all this time he was always cheerful like there was no burden in his life.

But the truth is, he is so fragile. Although living with a wealth and full of luxury, but he seemed to have no place to lean and pour out his heart. Like like people who make their parents as friends or partners who can be invited to joke, tell stories, or even just talk about things that are not important.

Sisi never got it all even from the time he was small!

Sisi's tears are growing. He continued to drive his car at a fast speed without knowing where to take his car.

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His eyes are swollen and swollen. I don't know how long she's been crying.

Suddenly his phone rings. Signaling a phone call came in. The side grabbed a small object that was splashed on the dashboard of his car.

The contact listed on his phone lcd is enough to comfort his heart which is now in a state of turmoil.

"Hey, assalamu'alaikum..."

"Guilingsalam," replied Sisi.

"Where are you?" ask Adit across there.

"Emm.. I. I'm again on Mas Adit road," Sisi replied a little hesitantly.

"Oh... Again on the road. Hmm.. whereas Mas Adit wants to take you on the road,"

Suddenly Sisi's heart was so engulfed in a flowery feeling.

"Emmm... If so, we meet Mas. How's it?" he tried to cover up his happy feelings.

"Oh... Okay. Where are you now?"

Sisi also told Adit the position he is in now.

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To be continued...