Sad Boy With Tomboy Girl

attentiveness

Trying to be okay, but in fact, not if no one knows.

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" Let me down here." Pinta Citra is not far from her home.

" This is your house?" Rizal asked, stopping him right next to his neighbor's house by looking at the black fence house.

" Don't you.?" Answer Citra, while releasing the seatbalt. Frowning stared at Imagra.

" If it's not your house, why ask to get down here.!" rizal Protest.

" My house, three houses from here." He said, "Thank you for coming home." He said again while opening the car door and no longer wanted to talk to Rizal when he saw his stepmother sitting on the terrace.

" Three houses from here!" He muttered, while paying attention to Citra who was walking towards her house.

The house, which was not too big, showed a not too old woman standing up from her seat as she looked at Citra who was walking towards her.

Frowning, seeing the image that was not familiar with the woman and arguing with her, very curious Rizal, was, because he knows from his mother if Citra does not have a mother and does not know who is in front of him Citra now.

A little surprised when he saw the woman before Citra, slapping her. The image was just silent and walked into his house without caring anymore about the scolding or ridicule of the woman.

" Who is that woman." He muttered and still watched Citra's house.

Sick, but he never cried again was immune to his stepmother's treatment. No, not a stepmother, but just an outsider claiming to be her mother.

A mother who is only good in front of others and her husband, but like a witch behind them.

Only a few neighbors know of the evil treatment of the mother continued Citra, even they pity Citra when her father defended his wicked stepmother when her legitimacy he threw at Citra.

The relationship between father and son did not get along at all when Citra's birth mother was still there. Because Citra hated because of the treatment of her father who was only concerned about her and her affair, and her mother's shopping money that only got a little always less and had her mother who worked to cover her shortcomings.

His mother was sick never his father took care of him, just a glance and then went again to meet his affair. Until mother died, his father did not know because at that time Citra's father and his affair went out of town. Although on the phone several times also never connected because of the number Citra blocked by his father for a few days while with his affair. What a cruel and barbaric husband!

He went home to his mother's house, his mother's house, the relics of his mother's parents and never would he leave her even though she had to be tormented, because this is the only treasure he can keep forever. Never would he have willing his mother's house to fall into the hands of his stepmother, even though her stepmother controlled her house but still, she, the certificate of the house has been held and hid meetings so that no one will know it.

Changing clothes and some clothes he put in a backpack and walked out of the room, and saw the view of his father and stepmother at the dining table.

" Where are you going.! Not coming home last night and going again." Father Citra said, making Citra stop and look at him.

" When did you take care of my life." Ask Citra by frowning her. " It's better to take care of that father's wife who doesn't know how to be ashamed of hitchhiking at someone's house!" Cibir Citra while smiling ridiculously.

" Image.!" Hardik his father with a loud voice, but Citra was not afraid and he challenged his father back.

" What.!" Excited Citra, looking at her father.

" Mum, already? don't get upset Citra, she's a kid." Said his stepmother who began to seek attention to Citra's father, making Citra feel sick and do not care about the play of her stepmother until she chose to leave the house.

Walking out of the house, with reddened eyes and tightly clasped hands on his backpack, it was as if he wanted to cry but he could stand it because he was outside the house and did not want his neighbors to know or feel sorry for him.

Tin, tin.

The sound of the car horn from behind made Roses turn to look back, frowning when he saw Rizal's car that was still on his village road.

stop right next to the open glass and show Rizal's face.

" In." Rizal's orders, and he entered Rizal's car without saying anything and arguing or asking Rizal about his whereabouts are still around his house.

Sitting quietly, his face wiped away the tears that would drip on his cheek and it was all noticed by Rizal.

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Feeling his belly that held the weight of the rebate to look to the side and smile found his own black eyes that opened and with a smile when he looked at him.

Tilting the body facing her lover who has legally become her husband.justifying the head until now they are the same as being able to see the eyes that radiate beautifully to happiness.

" You woke up from that.?" Dhira asked, samhil allowed the blanket to cover his chest.

" About fifteen minutes." Revan answered while confirming his wife's haircut covered his cheek.

" Snake?" Ask Revan.

" Slight." Answer Dhira. " What time is it?" Another imbibing.

" At two, why?"

" You haven't had lunch yet, I'm ready for food first." Said Dhira and will rise from his sleep, but restrained by heavy hands.

" Sister!" Thira exclaimed, making Revan smile.

" Let's just here, I'm not hungry."

" But I'm hungry!" Rengek Dhira, feel anxious hingha himself kissed his wife's lips slightly swollen because of it.

" Yes.!!" Dhira's protest, made Revan chuckle.

" We took a shower together." Take Revan.

" No." Decline Dhira. " Shy.!" He turned, and Revan laughed again at his wife's words.

" I'm ashamed why, I've seen it all,-

" What the hell is a brother!" While hitting the little arm of her husband.

" It's actually Beb." laughing.

" Don't be clear, too, brother.! Shame to know!!" poking her lips with flushed cheeks, recalling their romance a few hours ago with multiple releases until they were tired and fell asleep together.

" That's why it's red.!" Temptation Revan with alay, mentoel his wife's chin and make Dhira feel amused.

" What the hell is Brother!!" Thira exclaimed as she pursed her lips, so Revam could not stop laughing

" I want to take a shower." He said, pulling a blanket to cover his body, sitting on the edge of the bed and grimacing in pain.

" hurt?" Revan asked who was a little worried looking at Dhira's face that was holding back the pain.

" Hm." Answer irent.

" Wait here for a minute, baby." Revan got out of bed wearing a boxer, walked towards the bathroom and came back out towards Dhira who was still bowing his head while holding a blanket to cover his body.

Raising his wife's body, Dhira was surprised and quickly put his hand around Revan's neck.

Take him into the bathroom, and already fill the bathtub with warm water for his wife.

" Warm bath, slightly reduce pain." Said Revan lowering his wife beside the bathup.

" Thank you, brother?" Dhira said with a smile, and in a nod Revan. Walking out of the bathroom left his wife soaking and not wanting to torture her again for now.

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Sorry, maybe some days this will be a slow update.🙏🙏