Take Me Off

Expelled

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"Stop, stop, sir." quickly Nayra patted the driver on the shoulder. 

The taxi driver stopped the car suddenly. "Oh, why is it suddenly like this? For just behind there is no car" said the driver grumbled softly. 

Nayra smiled clumsily. "I'm sorry, sir, I was daydreaming until I was unaware that the road to my house had been missed." regretted Nayra while giving up the cost of her taxi. 

"Once again I'm sorry, sir" said Nayra again who got a nod from the driver. 

Nayra got out, her footsteps moved quickly to get inside the house.

"It's none of my business! I'm just following orders from Boss Reinald."

"Sir, I beg you sir, give me time to-"

"For what?!! To run away again like a woman who doesn't know in profit?"

Prang

The sound of dings is heard. Nayra who was opening her shoes ran towards the origin of the sound.

"You should know, if your child has taken as much as 200 million. And with great force, this house will be confiscated."

That explanation got Nayra pecking in place. Your kid? Wh who? Who did that guy mean?

"Mother." call Nayra softly by stepping closer.

Mother Farah turned her head, she immediately got up from her seat when she saw Nayra move to help her stand up.

"Bun, you're not papa? What's the matter? Why is our house confiscated by the bank?" sue Nayra with a confused face as if she does not understand the situation that is happening.

Mother Farah held her daughter's shoulders. "Mother is not papa, Nay" he said calmly. 

"You should leave quickly, for soon this house will be seized by the bank." the man in black clothes threw several bags at him. Nayra stared intently at the man, her angry look was clear when the object that was thrown right hit her mother.

Plaques

Nayra replied to the man with a loud slap when she heard the rude behavior she had been giving to her mother.

"Please! Why did you throw me out of our own house huh!!!" Nayra yells. His face was already flushed with anger. 

The man held her cheek. The pain as well as anger made the man reciprocate the treatment of Nayra no less rude. The man slapped Nayra back, until Mother Farah was made to scream to see her son fall down. 

"You are presumptuous, Miss! If you don't know anything, shut up and don't say anything...!" snapped it. The man almost threw his feet at Nayra if he did not get a reprimand from his partner.

"Have not been too hard on Tom's actions, however they are women."

Nayra heard the conversation. His head was dizzy, and the man's slap was not playful. The man seemed to expel all his energy while slapping his cheek.

"Nay, aren't you papa?" Mother Farah helped her silent daughter sculpt. Tears that had been held back had finally slid when they saw the corner of Nayra's lips spit out a little blood.

"Don't cry, Bun" said Nayra softly. His hand wiped those tears.

"Stop your drama, you better hurry up and leave this house." the man again.

Without asking much, Nayra nodded. Stepping with a tertarih to pick up a bag bag lying on the floor.

"Come, Bun we're going." Nayra pulls Mother Farah out of the house. His steps felt heavy when he was about to leave the house he had occupied for a long time.

So many memories are made there. His late father's only home is no longer his. Whether what has happened, Nayra will ask for an explanation to the mother later.

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