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"What do you want to say? sneak, I don't have time for your bullshit!" Mahesa stared lazily at Alex who was now also staring at him. Alex just closed the door.

Huuff..

Alex breathed heavily. Then he embraced Mahesa affectionately. Lead the emotional man to sit on the sofa.

After the two sat down next to each other. Alex looked back at Mahesa.

"Adekku Mahesa, brother apologizes from the heart of the deepest brother, for hurting your heart. Brother realized, you're like this because of brother." Said Alex calmly, still staring fixed Mahesa whose face was bent. "Maybe if you don't raise me as his son you'll be a good son. Aye right?"

Mahesa was silent, Alex's words were in her heart. He was jealous of Alex. His father used to appeal a lot - compare him to Alex. He said Alex was diligent, all right, can be setur.

"I don't blame you Deck. Perhaps your mind and heart have been shrouded in a rusty hatred for your brother, so that everything you do looks bad in your eyes. Honestly, my brother has no intention whatsoever to master your wealth. I'm just gonna help Dad."

"I'm not saying you want to take Dad's treasure.". Sergeh Mahesa fast. He threw away his sight. Can't stand a conversation with Alex.

"Oowww.. I see, so, you're pissed at brother for what?" alex asked slowly, he wanted to dig up the uneg in Mahesa's heart. Although Alex actually knows, Mahesa envied him since Mahesa was a teenager until now. Because, Mr. Adnant has always been nice to Alex.

" Nothing." Mahesa replied quickly. He got up from his seat. He was wasting his time talking to the pretentious Alex. After all, it was very difficult to express the uneg in his heart, whose frustration he longed for.

"Freya is a good woman. He's not as dirty as you think."

Mahesa flips her body. "Why don't you just marry that pela cur. You are her lover." Sahut Mahesa fast. "Once pela cur, yes still brothel ur!"

"He's carrying your child!"

Haha..

"Bas stupid all of you. Trust you guys in the mouth of the bitch ur!" Ketus Mahesa and rushed out of the room.

As she exited the room, Mahesa was shocked by her father's presence at the door. His father wanted to talk, but Mahesa raised her hand. Giving a rejection code, not wanting to hear the babble of the father.

"I'm going to get out of this house!"

"Mahe... Your mother is sick, son! please don't follow your emotions. I'm not gonna get you off my heirs list. It's up to you to destroy our efforts, please son! but one hope, father. Take responsibility for your family. Your wife is pregnant with your child!" said the sad father. The eyes of the old man with glasses looked foggy. He also took off his glasses, to wipe his tears

"I don't need daddy's treasure!" Mahesa replied firmly. He continued his steps to get out of the house.

Grappings..

The father held his hand. "Son, don't go, meet your mother first. Sorry, I was emotional."

Deg

Mahesa was increasingly upset with the behavior of her father who she thought was not firm. He was kicked out of the family list and now apologizes to him. It was as if he was the most disobedient child in the world.

"All right, I'm not leaving. But please do not interfere in my family and my work. Father has given me the power to take care of the construction company in the city of Medan. So, in the future. Don't tell Alex to look me in the eye. Just have him focus on taking care of the company in Kalimantan." Mahesa Resolute.

"Yes son!" The father's heart was weak.

"Yes son!" The father embraced Mahesa with a trembling body. The old man was crying in his son's arms.

Mahesa felt her heart being ripped apart at this moment. Making our parents cry is a sin.

***

Next day.

Because Mahesa's mother is better. So, this afternoon. Mahesa and his wife left for Medan. The big family would have taken them. The house that Mahesa and Freya will occupy is not the home of their parents in the city. But, a simple house. KPR house from the project that Mahesa company is working on.

He deliberately invited Freya to live in a subsidized housing type 36, he wanted to teach Freya a lesson, so that the woman quit this marriage. Because, if Freya asked to separate. So, it's not Mahesa's fault.

Arriving at housing. Mr. Adnan, and Mrs Jasmin looked astonished. They thought Mahesa and Freya would live in a fairly large housing estate. At least type 70 housing.

"Are you sure you want to stay here?" asked Mrs Jasmin faithfully to pay attention to the empty 3x3M living room.

Huuff..

"Mom, give me confidence. Do not interfere in our household affairs. This is my first project. You could say, this is my real effort. I don't want to live in my mom and dad's house. My mom and dad will be busy with my house." Sahut Mahesa flat.

Freya smiled faintly at the husband's words. Freya guessed that her husband was testing her. Whether she was sincere and Ridho accepted her husband's gift or not.

"If you don't want to live hard with me. Please come with mom and dad. The door is wide open." Mahesa was very strict with Freya.

"What..?" freya was surprised by Mahesa's words. He did not comment. Why is her husband so sensitive? "For me this is more than enough. This house is very luxurious and nice." said Freya smiling happily.

Substantial... Caterpillar. Umpat mahesa, staring lazy Freya.

Tin

The sound of a truck honking shocked everyone in the house. How not surprised from the beginning they are surprised to know the fact that Mahesa wants to live in a type 36 house.The room alone in each of their homes, the area is at least 10 x 10 m. This he chose to live in a house that covers 6 x 6 meters, it does not make sense.

"The goods have come." Said Mahesa, out of the house, welcoming the driver's brother who brought home supplies. "Let's go into the bang!" mahesa said kindly to the person who brought the household goods.

There is a 5 foot sprigbed, two wardrobe, refrigerator, washing machine, gas stove, dish rack as well as fill. All household supplies. And that makes Miss Jasmin wonder. Goods that enter his son's house, the quality is ordinary.

"This house, it's all the same. Yeah like this. It's a package in this housing." Obviously Mahesa, without being asked to explain.

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