Sad Boy With Tomboy Girl

Forgive

I'm ready, if you've asked for it. But the one I want, happiness.

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Late night makes the atmosphere in the house feel lonely. Either the residents of the house are asleep or they leave the house. But most importantly, he now does not feel dizzy anymore to face stepmother does not know the shame.

Walking towards his room, laying his body on the bed. For a long time he did not feel sleep in a simple bed room full of memories of the affection of a mother.

The room he had left for so long, he had never slept in his room for several months. Because he prefers to sleep in a rented bed.

Not uncomfortable, very comfortable he slept in his childhood room. But over time, the room was a little quiet when the arrival of a guest who was never invited and claimed to be his mother.

The stepmother who always disturbed her calm in the room, the stepmother who always disturbed her sleep and always made trouble in her life.

Tonight, he feels like before. Calm in the room and peacefully asleep to a beautiful dream, hoping that she could see her mother in her dream.

" Image, Cit? Let's get up quick." The voice sounded soft, awakening the image in the morning.

" Hmm, Citra is still sleepy Well.?" He muttered, tilting his back to his father.

" Wake up, it's morning. He said your future in-laws want to come home?" He said, and awoke from his sleep. Opening his eyes wide sat up from his sleep quickly and looked at the person before him right now.

Daddy's? Yeah, he saw his dad. Right in front of him, in his room, woke him up and fell towards him.

Is this a dream? close your eyes and open them slowly. The fact, the fact that it is true that is in front of him is his father. His father never woke him, his father never came to his room again. Now in front of him, he saw his father, smiling and stroking his hair.

" Wake up and take a shower. I'm waiting in front." He said, moving from his seat left his son who still did not believe in his presence which had never entered the princess's room alone.

Daddy's! is that my father God. Is he coming back with me forever, or just temporarily. God please don't let me down." He murmured in his heart.

Walk towards the living room after finishing a shower and get dressed. Seeing his father sitting quietly while watching tv about the news in the morning. He dared to sit not far from his father.

Calm, and peaceful. Wait, something's up. The eyes looking for something do not find the nose and the morning sound that irritates the eyes and ears.

" He's got me kicked out of here." His father replied, understanding what Citra was looking for.

A small jerk, staring straight at his father. Looking for the loophole of lies, not finding it there. Honesty and guilt were in his father's eyes.

" That's thanks to this little thing, I know who the woman really is." He said again, returning the flash of the image he had once loved him.

Staring at Ayahnha with him feels guilty for trusting the woman he loves and making him always quarrel with his daughter.

" I'm sorry Dad, I've been ignoring you and your mother all along. Forgive me for making Citra cry, suffer and forgive me for hitting you." Said his father who felt sad to hear it.

His apology to her was truly from the deepest of hearts, regretting for a lifetime for having made the deepest mistake in her little family.

" Dad!" The image of a raucous voice blocking the throat is difficult to control.

" I'm sorry, Father Cit, I'm sorry!" He said, bowing his head, unable to hold back tears and staring at the princess only wayangnya.

Sitting next to his father touched his hand with a soft "Dad!" His sweep, making his father look up his head staring at his daughter who was crying.

But because it is a child who can not hold back his anger and hold it himself until he dared to fight and rebel, even though in the end he felt guilty.

Hugging the princess, gently stroking her hair said thousands of apologies to her crying daughter for returning to her rightful path.

" Don't cry anymore, will your daughter not be beautiful anymore?" He said, after hugging his son. Gently rubbed his wet cheeks and smiled together.

" Asalamualaikum." Say greetings from outside to make the father and daughter turn to look at the source of the voice.

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" Morning dear?" Warm greeting under the blanket.

" Hmm, morning?" He felt a warm touch on his naked back. Wiggling and turning back to face the person who has disturbed sleep for only a few hours.

Morning morning, with him starting first. The kiss becomes warm for a few minutes to enjoy each other and give each other love.

" You, ihh!!" Thira cried, patting her husband's chest softly.

" Opium?" Reply spoiled Revan, gently rubbing his wife's wet lips.

" Yes, but don't go on! my body is crumbling!!" Grutu Dhira, pursed his lips staring at the sebala Revan smiled sweetly at him.

Every night, Revan always asks for rations not once, but can be up to two and three times in the morning for his spirit to work.

It's annoying if you accidentally nudge it a little bit Revan snake is back up, and it's difficult to sleep if you don't find a comfortable nest for him to stop by.

" It's loamy!" while showing the red marks on his chest. " It wasn't lost yesterday, now it's added next to it." His words will have another trace of purplishness next to his chest.

" It's good to have my natural image, Beb." Flattering himself, touching the purplish marks on his wife's chest.

" What a good thing!" He exclaimed, while getting rid of the hand of Revan who began to guerrilla where his favorite place.

The place where the hand can not stop and will be a light sigh when he feels amused and lulled.

" It's morning, don't start! It's late for work." Dhira Sweat.

" Hmm, it won't be too late. I'll make it lightning fast." Rayunya, who immediately got a look of horror from his wife.

Not caring about the horror look of Dhira. Keep serving him even though half-bundle later, after finishing the morning exercise.

Prove his words, not long and not too fast. Does not make pain and feels release along with hugging each other and ends with giving each other a kiss.

Breakfast, vigor in the morning, every day and will be his activity before doing heavy work draining the brain and energy.

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Sorry if it's late 🙏🙏