
"Mother is happy if you choose to Homeschool. But, it feels so dear, son." Isma tried to explain to Fazil who arrived to ask permission for home school.
"Zil, listen to me. You are smart. You are creative too. So it's very bad if you're just homeschooling. You better go to London. I know you like computers. Take advantage of that by studying there with Feisal." Prince suggested.
"Mother agrees with Dad." Sahut Isma's. Fazil is only cravings. He was thinking something.
"Dad knows, you're doing all this because you want Azam to be okay, right?" Guess Prince.
Fazil's eyes finally looked at his father. Then he nodded slowly with a feeling of guilt and also felt strange about the feeling of guilt, while he did nothing wrong.
"Dad will move you, to whatever school you want. But, I would still disagree with homeschooling." Prince with a hopeful face.
"Pick which school you want, son. As long as you don't homeschool." Isma said that while hugging Fazil's body which turned out to be higher than her.
"Dad, mother. Give Fazil until tomorrow afternoon. Soon after school."
Prince smiled and approached his son. Then, Prince stroked his cheek which was now on his mother's shoulder. "Daddy wait, baby." Prince gives a kiss in the ubun Fazil.
Isma took off her arms and kissed Fazil on the cheek. "Sleep, don't think hard. You have plenty of time, not just until tomorrow, but until you're absolutely certain of your choice, son." Isma.
"Thank you, mother. Thank you, father." Prince said as his two parents were about to come out of his room.
That is the fact. Actually Azam did not really mind all that. But, with Fazil at the same school. And even more so Fazil messed up his day when he first came to school, all of which made him even more upset.
Trings…
Notif message stopped by on Azam phone screen. He opened the message.
#Zam, sorry. I didn't mean to screw things up. That day when a girl knelt down in front of you, made me feel pity and thought of mother and Rara. I really can't see a woman begging on her knees like that, especially a man. I know Zam, from that day on, you changed me. I'm sorry, Zam.
About our parents, I don't think that Bimo is just Dad as you mentioned. But, more precisely, om Bimo is a good friend of Father and Mother. I don't want to make their friendship strained just because we're childish.
So, tomorrow you have to go back to school as usual. I'm moving to London soon. I won't bother you anymore. But, I hope we still remain friends like our two parents who became friends until they were not young anymore.#
That's how the message turned out to be from Fazil. "Coward loe Zil." His screams are getting upset.
I don't know what upset Azam. Fazil is about to move out of school as he wants. But, in fact, knowing Fazil was really going to move instead made him even more upset and angry.
"Coward. Brengzeng. Loe's a child, Zil." Berserked until he threw his cell phone.
Actually Azamlah the child. Fazil himself had no idea what Azam really wanted from him. If indeed he was upset just because his Papa was his father's subordinate. Fazil has asked his father to give Bimo a better position in his father's company.