Pasung Tuan Muda's

69. Instructions From Diary Book

Marco POV

Tonight I felt very awkward sitting with the child of Marissa, since our introduction a few days ago, now I feel how true the statement she said back then is, that her daughter was very gentle and graceful. To simply invite him to say, I was very embarrassed, moreover he looked familiar with my Ziva—anak.

However, during school at Tunas Bangsa High School, I never saw Ziva invite his friend to come home. Even just friends he did not want, no matter what slipped in his heart, to want to invite Anissa to come to this house. Right in the atmosphere of the house filled with excitement, the three of us ate the dinner menu.

Fortunately I had told the maid to cook a little more, so that when Ziva came home he could choose the food menu according to his favorite. It turned out that Anissa also came to the house, so I no longer ordered any food outside the house. Anissa seemed to be very embarrassed when she ate the menu on her desk, probably because I was here earlier.

“Nissa, you eat more. Let's be full,” I said to Anissa.

“Eh, yes, Om. Nissa is full, kok,” she replied timidly.

“Yes Nissa, you don't have to be afraid. Consider it your own home, right, Pa?” sambar Ziva's.

“Hmmm ..,” I said briefly.

The atmosphere of the house is very comfortable, since Anissa was here, when I came home from work, Ziva never wanted to have dinner with me. I usually do it all by myself, and he's busy with his cell phone in the room. But not for now, they looked very familiar and Anissa was very familiar to Ziva.

The impact brought by Anissa gave a positive aura in this house. It's likely that I'll be closer to his mother, so that we can have a more serious relationship. However, I was still afraid to ask Ziva about our relationship.

Because all I know, Ziva hates me so much when I approach another woman. Maybe because the trauma he faces today is still not treated, if the woman will make a family ruin. Since I'm done eating, I want to go to the bathroom and clean up.

Sweat and body odor stick after working all day at the office. I never had dinner before the shower, for tonight's moment I did it myself.

“Ziva, papa take a shower first, yes, you guys continue the dinner,” I said while raising up.

“Iya, Pa, pantesan aja from earlier there was a smell,” he said as he mocked.

“Enak aja, papa even though not shower still remain handsome and fragrant.”

“Ih ... Papa is very confident, already there Papa take a shower first,” drive Ziva.

Seen on her stool, Anissa grimaced in embarrassment. My daughter's attitude was very brave, she even kicked me out of their presence. Gently, I touched Ziva's hair and looked at Anissa with great affection.

“I go upstairs first, yes?” my spoken.

“Iya, Om,” the answer is very soft.

Accompanied by a hum, I sang along the way to the room towards the second floor. To get there, I had to climb the stairs quickly. Right in the middle of the stairs, Inem—assisten household was walking past me at this time.

“Master, it's the same Non Ziva who?” the tanyanya is very pragmatic.

“The child is very innocent, Sir. From the style of the language is also very polite and polite,” the aunt said.

“Iya, I also let Ziva befriend him. Because from a long time ago, he never wanted to be friends with anyone. If Anissa is a good boy, let it be.”

“Iya, Sir, let Non Ziva can wear the hijab also like Anissa's.”

“Bi, if they need anything, you give. You see I can't monitor them tonight, there is work outside.”

“Good, Mr.”

After a brief dialogue with Bi Inem, I left the conversation. Right in front of the room, my netra was stunned after finding a different room than usual. Yes, the princess's room looks a little neat. Then, I walked over and entered the room.

The school uniform was hanging very neatly, and the shoes were no longer climbing on the cots. What a sight I've never seen before. Paper and tissue were not on the floor, they all went into the trash.

It turns out that he got the right friend to clean his own room, Ziva-Ziva, from the beginning this must have been me no longer bother cleaning your room.

After a deep dialogue, I turned around and pulled a little blanket over the bed. Unintentionally, I dropped a book that was inside a backpack.

Brug!

Apparently, it was a medium-sized diary book. It's pink, and it definitely doesn't belong to Ziva. Out of curiosity, I took the diary and opened it for a moment. Looking in terms of writing, it is very neat like Anissa's.

Carefully, I stared at each verse of writing that told of someone's sadness. The deeper I looked, the deeper the writing became. It turned out that Anissa's curse was clearly plastered there, accompanied by a photo of a woman and a man wearing a black suit.

In my mind, I thought hard about the person in the photo, because it looked like a man I seemed to recognize. However, because the photo is slightly torn at the top, making the face of the person difficult to recognize. So sorry, I still continue to read up to two pages of diary.

Beautiful writing but very save a million sad stories, without feeling my tears also dripped along with the temple that said how painful it is to have a father. I don't know what the meaning of the speech, which is certain that the writing describes an event Anissa lived.

As soon as I read, a foot was heard entering the ear. Surely Ziva and Anissa were walking towards the room, then I closed the diary and left the room immediately, because I did not want to be caught reading the curses of others.

Although the mind is still raging on the words earlier, I try to neutralize the speech about the father as a destroyer of life. Right in the room, I sat down while looking in the mirror, looking at the reflection of a self-image depicting the situation in a pseudo-shadow.

Yesterday Marissa said she had been widowed for a long time, and had a child named—Anissa. However, when I read his diary, he confided that his life had been ruined by his father. What does that mean, huh? Or maybe Anissa and Marissa have been kicked out of the house? my question is in my heart.

Ah, never mind, why do I study people's households, because my household has also been destroyed just like that, my mind again.

After saying in my heart, I raised my body as I entered the bathroom and cleaned myself.

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