Teacher Teach Young Master

Chapter thirty six ... Book Tickets

Cklek!

Fathia opened the door of her house, put her shoes on a special shelf.

Cklek!

Opening the door in front of him that is not in the key, in the room exactly on the king-size bed there is Harra knitting.

"Mother," called Fathia after closing the door, Harra turned her head. A big smile welcomed the return of his son who was not aware of his knitting hunches.

"Fathia, here baby." said Harra patting her side slowly.

Fathia nodded then climbed up onto the bed and positioned herself to lean on the head of the bed, after which Fathia looked at the mother who was looking at her smiling while gently stroking Fathia's long hair.

"Mom, why haven't you slept?" ask Fathia because the day has shown at nine but her mother has not slept either.

"Mom won't be able to sleep if this beautiful mother's child hasn't come home yet" Harra replied honestly.

Fathia silently hears Harra's sweet answer making her want to reply but the ringing sound of the phone undoes her and soon she reaches into a sling bag that she has not yet taken off to retrieve her phone.

"Abian?" muttered Fathia lirih while lifting her up.

"Fathia are you still in Holland?" asked Abian directly without a stale base.

Fathia frowned confusedly. "Yes, I'm still in Holland. Why why?"

Across there was Abian sighing a few times. "Tadi Fa, when I came home from Bogor city. I accidentally saw your father lying on the street, his condition was apprehensive. He is now in the hospital,"

Fathia heard it was ordinary, there was no sense of apprehension in the slightest.

"If you can, you go back to Indonesia Fa. You see, from then on, your father keeps getting your name, pity."

"Ma..."

"Sorry Bi," later turned off the phone unilaterally.

While Harra beside him looked at Fathia with sadness, he listened to Fathia's conversation with Abian. "Why?"

Fathia looked over, smiling sweetly. Without wanting to answer, Fathia just got off the bed and then took off the bag and walked to the wardrobe and opened it after taking her pajamas and towels to take a bath.

After the end Fathia walked towards the door because it happened to be the location of the bathroom outside the room, but before she touched the door knob. Harra says

"Fathia, just try this time you see your father as a good figure not evil. No matter what his attitude is, he's still your father" Harra gave a powerful piece of advice that allowed Fathia to pause for a moment.

"Sorry, do you still love me?" I don't know where the courage to make Fathia throw the question.

"No," Harra replied briefly but honestly.

Fathia nodded small. "I took a bath first Ma'am" said her and immediately opened the door after getting a nod of the head from Harra.

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Fathia walked seven steps then stopped and sat down on the chair, put her hands on the table then dropped her head just like that.

"Hiks..."

The salty, clear water grains instantly dripped away, representing a feeling Fathia was clearly not okay with.

about ten minutes Fathia shed tears, until she finally grabbed the phone and opened the ticket booking application.

Okay, this time he's gonna try to hear what his mother said.