Swan Cherophobia

Secret Agent Cilik_3

At the modeling company,

Ansa immediately headed for the elevator, and pressed the 15th button. Inside there, he felt anxious and continued to look towards his watch.

"Three o'clock, thirty, o'clock. After this, I must have been scolded by her mother and assistant. Duh!" muttered.

The tring!

The elevator door opened. Not on the 15th floor, but on the 8th. Ansa immediately stepped outside, because she wanted to go to her mother's room.

When he arrived at the door of his mother's room, Ansa was confronted by her mother's secretary. "Mom Ansa! Ms. Roro still received guests in her room. You can wait a minute," he said.

"Oh that," Ansa replied.

"The ant! How come you're here? Come upstairs, you're late for training with me!" protest Ria, assistant of Bu Roro.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I'm late to get here. Come on, Miss Ria!" take him to walk to the elevator.

"Eh, but I'm still going to the 5th floor. Go to the 15th floor and wait for me there. Okay?" ria Pinta.

"Oh, okay Ma'am!"

Ria immediately waved her hand at the secretary, then the two of them stepped into the other elevator.

They left Ansa alone in front of one of the lifts that was still not open.

Suddenly, his ears caught a screaming sound and a slight whimper. Making himself creepy and think maybe this company office is a little creepy. Where did that sound come from? thought.

His curiosity made Ansa step out to look for the sound in every room on the 8th floor. He looked around from the glass wall, it turned out that there were several people focused in front of each table.

His gaze continued to search for the source of the voice, accompanied by his footsteps and his mind began to crumble. This office is not haunted. No, not possible! I heard a human voice.

Again, Ansa caught the sound as she was right in front of her mother's door. He was getting curious, did the meeting have to come to such a scream?

He opened the door slowly, and the two neutrals focused on peering into the room. Then, his eyes felt hot and his chest tightened.

What the fuck?! Who is your mom with?! Is that, Jaro's father? his mind while twitching his eyes.

Ansa did not stay still, her hand reached into her small bag and pulled out her phone. Then he photographed the intimacy of his mother and a man he did not know.

After that, Ansa hit the door so hard that it opened the door!

Bruaks!

The mother and the man were surprised and spontaneously turned to Ansa who was standing upright on the doorstep. Ansa gives a look at her eyes that have been soaked by her tears, because she holds back anger and sadness.

"Mama!!!" screech very hard.

"An-ansa. Sa, you are in—" said the mother stammered, until she got another shout from Ansa.

"I don't want to practice anymore!!" he shouted and immediately ran towards the newly opened elevator.

At Ansa's house, by the way,

From afternoon until night, Ansa locked herself in the room. The knock of the door and the call of his maid, he ignored.

Then he checked his phone, and entered the invitation to him to join the group 'De Rosa'.

"What group is this?" he muttered, and immediately accepted the invitation.

Jaro and Deniz, are currently gathering in Deniz's room. They were still waiting for Ansa to enter the conversation group of the three of them.

"Yes, busy crying, Ro. Here, this is why the group name is De Rosa?" answer Ansa.

"Deniz, Jaro, Ansa," Deniz replied.

"But busy crying? What's up, Sa? How's the tracking device, have you managed to persuade your parents?" cecar Jaro who directly discussed the important thing.

"I'm sorry, I haven't had time to ask my parents" Ansa wrote in an online message. "So at the modeling company, I managed to get this photo. My mom was having a conversation with a guy, hiks," she continued.

Jaro and Deniz were both shocked. They quickly saw the photo sent by Ansa, even enlarged the photo to make it clearer!

"I'm going to ask my parents to install tracking devices on every one of our gadgets. For my mother's problems, I'll handle it myself. I've got a plan not to bother your father anymore, Ro, Mas Deniz," he said.

"That's okay, Sa. You don't have to ask her today. I know what it feels like when I look directly at an idolized figure, it actually has a dark and embarrassing side like that" Jaro replied.

"It's night, Sa. Rest your mind. There is still tomorrow!" reply Deniz.

Ngga! I'll finish tonight! protest in my heart.

Ansa decided to get out of her room. He met his assistant who looked worried.

"Non, let's eat first, Non," the maid asked.

"This is yes, Mom. I want to see my mom and dad now" he said gently.

Ansa immediately left in front of her maid. His steps were undaunted, he was very prepared to face his mother. Because right now, the one who was wrong was his mother! Not himself!

In the family room,

Ansa stared flat at her father and mother who were sitting sweetly on the sofa, while watching television. His gaze pointed sharply at his mother who put on a sad face.

"Pa, Mama. I want to put trackers on all of our gadgets. Because I want you to always know my position in this Metropolitan city" he said.

"Eh? What's wrong, Sa? My mom and dad trust you. Moreover, there is a driver who will continue to inform the existence of all of us," asked the father who was surprised by the request of his son.

That's less, Pa!! he screamed in his heart. Ansa wanted to scream, but she held him back.

"I want now that our gadgets are all tracker-mounted! Or tomorrow, I don't want to go to school, don't want modeling, don't want lessons!" threaten her.

"What the hell are you, Sa? Ma! Ansa why the hell?!" snapped the father who started the emotion.

Mother was still silent, and looked at Ansa with the two glazed neutrals. Don't look at me like that, Ma. Mama doesn't like this family, does she? Maybe after this, I will leave this empty house! his inner.

"Just follow, Pa. Than he even does not want to go to school," said the mother.

"Yes already. Here's your phone, Sa," asked Dad in his soft voice.

Ansa is not Jaro who just keeps quiet when he sees people making mistakes. The person must be taught a true lesson, even if it is his own mother.

Ansa gave her cell phone to dad. Then he unlocked the screen and saw his two blinds that were wide open.

"What's this?! Who's this picture, Sa?!" snapped dad.

Ansa just grimaced and looked down. That's the truth, Pa. You have to be prepared for the consequences! his inner.

"Mama! This is your picture, right? Huh, huh. Argh!" he snapped again, then immediately got up and left the family room.

"The ant! You ...," snapped the mother who was only for a second. The next moment he stepped away leaving Ansa in the living room.

"Huhu, huhu," Ansa's cry broke out. He nodded and lowered his head on the sofa.

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