My wife's lover

My wife's lover
chapter 148



Darren just got to the minimarket. He then put his bag in a locker. After that he went to the warehouse that was next to the employee room.


"Assalammu'alaikum, Mr. Rudi!" greet Darren friendly.


"Wa'alaikumsalam."


"Which one should I do, sir?" tanyakanya.


"You just wait here. There's a car coming in soon!"


"Oh yes, sir!" sahut Darren's.


And sure enough, it wasn't until ten minutes, the freight car came.


Darren helps the driver and his kernet lower the goods and put them in the warehouse while Rudi records the amount of goods that enter there is less. After that, all the items are stored in their place.


Rudi then gave a record of what goods had been used up in the minimarket. After preparing any items that must be added, Darren then put the items into the trolly


Once the trolly is full enough, Darren takes it to the minimarket and fills it with empty shelves.


Anto just watched the twins schoolmate work. The boy was quite diligent despite his age in school. Did his parents allow him to work, yeah. Inner Anto.


Without feeling the clock has pointed to the number eight nights. Darren is getting ready to go home.


"Where is your house, Darren?" ask Anto.


"My house is in the Hero area, sir!" answer Darren.


"What if I take you home?" anto bargain.


"Thank you, sir. I'll just ride a bike!" push Darren smooth.


"Nights like this, do you dare?"


"God willing, I am brave, sir!"


"You don't feel tired after coming home from school straight to work?" anto asked attentively.


"Thank God I'm not tired, sir!" answer Darren.


"Then, be careful, yes!" anto's Message.


Anto quickly got into his car and passed from there. Darren started to ride his bike home.


Suddenly he felt his heart was not good. And sure enough, from thirty meters away, he could see his papa being ruffled around his waist on the front porch of his house.


Darren swallowed his saliva roughly. His heart is racing. "Papa will definitely scold me again" he murmured.


Darren parked his bike in front of the terrace.


"Assalamu'alaikum" he said.


Instead of answering greetings from his son, David actually went into the house. Darren went into the house. But just now he was about to close the door suddenly. . .


A plaaakkk!


His papa's hand drifted successfully to his left cheek violently making Darren almost stagger if he did not hold his hand against the wall.


He felt his lips bleed. Suddenly her mother shouted, "Pa, what are you doing?" lisa screamed and hugged the boy while rubbing the corner of her bloody lips.


"Are you okay, son?" ask Lisa to worry.


"You've dared to be a dissident, huh?" david shouted with a stern look towards the only child.


"Already, pa. Don't hurt Darren. He came home that night for work instead of messing around!" obviously Lisa.


"I don't like anyone to argue with me!" david said slowly but firmly.


Darren let go of his mother's embrace and she was about to enter the room. But the rush is prevented by David. David clutched his hand tightly to make Darren grimace in pain.


"Already, pa!" Lisa Pinta.


"You've not heeded papa's warning, yes!"


"Let Darren rest, pa!"


"Tomorrow you can't leave the house. No school no work!" coined.


"Can't be so dong, pa. Our son has to go to school, at least have to graduate High School!" obviously Lisa.


"If he's willing to obey my orders, then he can go back to school but if not, don't expect him to get out of this house!" threaten David again.


"Remember, I give you a chance tomorrow. If you're still home at night, you'll know the consequences!" threaten David then immediately passed from before them.


He rubbed his face rough. Without a water point in the corner of his eye. "Actually I'm papa's biological son, right?" muttered.


"Of course you're papa's biological son, son!" Lisa was suddenly right next to him.


Darren turned his head, "If I'm really a real son of papa, why would papa be so angry, so rude to me, ma?" ask Darren.


"You know that your papa can't be denied, but you often argue. Try it once according to your papa, son!"


"I need money, ma. Last month I didn't even pay SPP. I am in twelfth grade now, ma. If I don't pay my SPP, I won't be able to take the exam!" darren.


"How much of your SPP is unpaid, son? Mama will try!" said Lisa.


"One month is two hundred and forty thousand. I haven't paid in the last month so all four hundred and eighty thousand, ma."


"Hhh, when was the last time you paid, hhmm?"


"The end of the month, ma. And next month I'll have to pay again!"


Lisa took a deep breath. The burden of her life that feels heavy since her husband has difficulty finding a job because of ex-convicts. Her husband can only do odd jobs.


"You wish mom could get that money, yeah!"


"Yes, ma. So I can't work anymore, ma? It's a shame I've been working there for a week."


"Hhh, can you ask for your payment, son?"


"The study is monthly, ma. Two million because I'm new. Two million a month, right? We can save the money or if you need it. Try to persuade papa to let me work."


"A lot of two million. But aren't you tired of coming home from school straight away?" ask Lisa to worry.


"No, ma. Mama says it's the same papa, huh?" pinta Darren with pleading face.


"Yes, kid. Mama will try to seduce your papa. I hope he wants to!"


Darren hugged his mother affectionately.


"Thank you, ma. I love my mom!"


"Mama loves you too, son!" sahut Lisa's.


If you knew you actually had a sister. Inner Lisa.


Darren let go of his embrace.


"Mom treat ya, this wound of yours?" asked Lisa while rubbing the scar of her husband's slap earlier.


"No, ma. Let it hurt!" push Andre smooth.


"You're wiping with a little cold water, yeah!"


"Yes, later, ma."


"Yes, my mom lived first. Don't forget to eat!" pamit Lisa's.


"Yes, ma!" sahut Darren's.


He could already smile a little. Darren then goes to the kitchen to get cold water to treat his papa slap scar.


"I have to be a successful person. But first I had to keep working at the minimarket so I could raise money for me to save."


"Cum, Annisa. I'll be a successful man. After that I will come again!" muttered.


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Sorry there are still many typos


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