Santri Famiglia's

Ball Road

Sanubari not only borrowed money, but also groceries and bushels. Damiyan was astonished. More than that, Sanubari suspended Damiyan's invitation to practice, then left with a beaming face.

"Uncle Alfred, why loan him money?" damiyan asked after Sanubari's departure.

Damiyan was glad Sanubari came home with a lot of food. That means, he can eat delicious, better than Sumiati cuisine even. Some days stay with Sanubari, of course Damiyan did not miss the opportunity to taste Sanubari cuisine. Sanubari is really talented at one thing. Damiyan to addiction. Since the first taste of Sanubari cuisine, Damiyan always invites Sanubari home at every opportunity. Then, he would wait for Sanubari to warm up or make a new dish.

However, the nominal money Sanubari asked made him suspicious. Although Sanubari said to buy cassava, Damiyan remained suspicious.

"But wait a minute! Where will Sanubari buy?" his inner.

"Master Sanu only borrowed to buy plant seeds. Maybe Mr. Sanu just wants to save on consumption costs. After all, you only forbid to lend him money when used to go home. So, I don't think it's a problem with this."

Alfred was not feeling well.

"Other times, don't give me any reason!" After saying so, Damiyan said goodbye.

He had to make sure Sanubari wasn't planning anything. Steps hastily. When he got home, Damiyan heard laughter.

The voice is not just one. There was another voice interspersing the voice of Sanubari. Damiyan stepped into the kitchen.

"Sir Dami, sorry the food's not ready!" Sanubari raised his head. He had a knife and potatoes. His hands continued to peel the potatoes as his eyes looked at Damiyan with a smile. "Sit for a second! Oh, yes, this is Grandpa Ansel!"

Damiyan looked at the white-clothed man sitting on his back. Damiyan walked over. The man dressed in white was eating. He turned to Damiyan who was taking an empty seat.

"Greetings, son! So, you're Sanu's brother?" Anselm smiled.

Sanubari immediately replied, "Brother of the journey. We don't have blood ties, but I'd love to add a brother like Kak Dami."

"Well, I just found out you think of me like that Sanu. All this time, I didn't know what we were. Hm, but, please, I accept your offer to be a brother." Damiyan smiled taking out the phone.

He'll take this as a lunch break. Moreover, he could compile a report for Aeneas while waiting for the finished meal. Damiyan flew Mosan. He began recording moments secretly.

"Well, then, let me be your grandfather!"

"Yay! Grandpa new! My grandfather is dead. It's great to have a new grandpa!" Sanubari washing potatoes.

What Sanubari meant was Sanum's father. Sanubari did not know the Aeneas family. All she knew from Aeneas' side was a grandmother.

"By the way, how old are you, Cake?" ask Damiyan.

"You won't believe it if I tell you the truth." Anselm smiled mysteriously.

No matter how many times Sanubari and Damiyan persuaded, Anselm was reluctant to come clean. Finally, they gave up, then ate the dish quietly. Afterwards, Anselm went to bring all the remaining food.

"Night, what's our menu, Sanu?" Damiyan sent out a report while waiting for Sanubari to finish washing.

"We're eating at Grandpa Fang's house."

"Why not cook it yourself?"

"We're out of food."

"Buy it then!"

"No money. All my money I've given Grandpa Ansel." Sanubari shouts without sin. He wiped his wet hands

"Sanu, you really are too! You give all the food, money out of debt, then your own money to someone you just met?" Damiyan snorted, "i'll tell Grandpa Fang not to let you eat at his house if you still fail today."

Damiyan left Sanubari. For some reason, Damiyan was upset. With Sanubari like that, Damiyan can indeed be easier to get close to Sanubari. At the same time, it worries him.

"What if one day he met a man who claimed to be an acquaintance of his father, and said that Aeneas was not his real father, but a kidnapper who pretended to be his father and killed his real father?" Damiyan hoped that such a scenario would never happen, "that kid is really easy to be pitted against sheep and has a lot of loopholes."

If that really happens, Damiyan can also be hostile. Damiyan took a deep breath and closed her eyes. PR is a lot. He's like a piece of empal in the middle of a burger bun. If he fails to take care of Sanubari, Aeneas will **********. The position can be good, it can be unpleasant.

Meanwhile at home, Sanubari sculpts. "What is wrong with doing good,? After all, a thousand dollars is also not free to give."

Sanubari did not understand why Damiyan was suddenly angry. However, after pondering for a long time, his thinking boils down to a conclusion. "I understand. Kak Dami must be envious of Grandpa Ansel who could spend and carry a lot of our food. All this time, we had to save food because of my small salary. If the salary has been collected, I have to treat Kak Dami to make amends."

Sanubari. He was very confident his speculation was correct. Then, he ran towards the underground sports hall.

Fang and Damiyan waited. Without further ado, Sanubari began his exercise routine. Three hours passed, but again the failure he obtained.

Sanubari sat on the floor leaning against the sofa, taking a break. "I've been able to hit the ball three times in a row. That's incredible progress!"

"Three balls and you think that's amazing?" Damiyan laughed mockingly.

"It's hard to know! Who can hit 10 more balls thrown at almost the same speed?"

"Your father can, Sanu," Fang replied.

"After some thought, Grandpa Fang must be lying, right?"

"i'm serious. Your father could even stop the bullet with just a tray or a knife."

"Where could there be such a fast man?"

Sanubari's denial made Damiyan even more upset. When approached with kindness or clarity, it is easy for Sanubari to trust others. But, when asked to learn, there are reasons to miss or get relief.

"I'll show you if you don't believe." Damiyan.

"Can't Dami?"

"Come with me!" bring Damiyan.

They enter the room. Damiyan took the bat, then pointed one way with the bat.

"You stand there! Watch me carefully!" Damiyan. He was in front of Sanubari slightly charging. Grandpa Fang, I'm ready!"

The ball gushed from across, partly leading to Sanubari. But none of it. The sounds of the air are constantly spinning.

"It's slower than the bullet's rate." Damiyan moved very fast.

Bouncing balls. Sanubari's eyes opened wide in admiration. That gaze was almost similar to Damiyan's gaze when he first saw Aeneas fending off bullets with a sword.

"All you need to do is look at the path of the ball. That way, you'll know which ball will arrive first. Point the hitter in that direction first! Next, increase the speed to chase the next ball! You'll never be able to hit properly if you keep moving origin."

Damiyan continued to talk while hitting. Nevertheless, none of his punches missed.

"Enough!" Fang stopped the ball shot. "Both of you, get out! Time to eat."

Sanubari followed Damiyan in silence. Sumiati stood with Fang outside the room. The girl just told me that dinner was ready. While in front of them, Sanubari said, "i'm here."

"Don't you have no groceries at home?" Fang frowned.

"Today, I failed again." Sanubari.

"Oh, just ignore Iyan's words. You need to eat to continue training and work tomorrow. So, I'll be kind to you because I need your strength myself." Fang chuckled at Sanubari.

However, Sanubari shook his head. "I want to be here, training a little longer. You go!"

Fang looked at Sanubari. Actually, he's pity. He also did not want to exploit people's energy without providing food. However, he also did not want to re-depend on his help from getting used to it.

It will only weaken Sanubari mentally. Fang understood the consequences. Softness should be pulled over so as not to impress pampering. Everything will be good in the portion. So, Fang did not force any further.

"Well if that's what you want." Fang released the embrace.

He went with Damiyan and Sumiati. After eating, Damiyan conversed with Fang. He came home a little late. However, Sanubari did not return home. The room is empty. There is nothing in the other room either.

Damiyan shower. When she had just laid her body on the bed, her phone rang. Lazily, he lifted up.

"Hello!"

"Home, there's a little bit of work for you. Bring the long-browed Grandfather who had lunch with you this afternoon to the front of Lord Aeneas!"

"I mean uncle, Grandpa Ansel?"

"Yes, bring him here! Don't run off in the middle of the road!"

"Uncle Kelana, how can I bring it to you, while he's gone from our house?"