TEARS OF WAITING

TEARS OF WAITING
SMP Season 2 Part 58 Give Him A Chance



Give Him a chance


“Mama!” yelled Fauzan and Hadian this time they were compact.


No one thought about the rough movements of Imma because all this time the woman was always gentle and obedient. Just this time he slapped the cheek of his own heart. After that she sat back down crying and covered her face with both palms.


After Imma was silent, Hadian got up and quickly stepped straight up to the silent Arfan, he seemed resigned.


“Papa!” Fauzan reflexes holding his father's body, they look equally strong because their height is the same just that Hadian is fatter than his two children.


Both Fauzan's hands held Hadian's chest tight so as not to raise his fists harder. While Arfan rubbed his bruised cheek and the corner of his bleeding lip.


“You are disappointing, Ar! You're embarrassing your own family!”


“Papa! ella's story isn't finished!” said Arfan looking at his father with a pleading gaze.


“You Meu defend yourself, huh?”  Hadian would again launch an attack but, Fauzan held him back with all his might.


“Do you know, and you still love him?” ask Imma to Ella.


Ella has not had time to answer Imma's questions, but Arfan has knelt before his parents who are still inflamed.


“I'm sorry Pa, Ma If I can't be happy, I did disappoint you guys.”Afran said with full request


Arfan was already cornered and he could say nothing but admit it. He who initially just follow along, then feel a different pleasure. However, he eventually fell, but he only arrived at the surface, he never did directly with living objects.


Especially after realizing there is a man who likes it, it turns out his fitness is still there and he feels amused by this situation. Then, he invited Teo, a boy who likes it to return to the right path.


Then, the accident in the pool that resulted in her coma, made her aware of her mistake and now she will start everything from scratch. Start everything right.


“I'm also disappointed with you Ella, why don't you say the same Aunt, but, you just said the same Nadia!”


“Sorry, Auntie, I'm not happy about Arfan, is a Aunt, if I say the same Nadia because I think Nadia needs to know about Arfan, before they get married!”


“That's free?”


“Iya, Tente!”


“I think you are here because Nadia wants to marry Arfan and you are not Rela.” Imma.


“Mistress, I think Ella is not lying, she does still love Arfan sincerely. Otherwise, maybe he won't take care of Arfan anymore!” said Nadia. As he spoke, Fauzan glanced at him.


Fauzan sat his father on the chair back, then asked the waiter to make a few glasses of sweet ginseng coffee to melt the atmosphere. At the same time the man saw Jali sitting near the dining table.


Jali remained there, in order to keep things up and hear for herself how everyone reacted and said after hearing Arfan himself.


Fauzan saw his father and mother calmer and sat down while listening to Ella and Nadia's story patiently, even though their feelings must have been sad. Realizing his son chose to do a deviant act, but many women who like it because it has a perfect face and body.


“Jali! I need your explanation later!” fauzan said as he approached Jali who was busy with his phone.


“Good, Master!” said the middle-aged man while nodding.


Fauzan sat back in his place and looked at Nadia, then his gaze turned to Ella who continued to tell him how she initially suspected Arfan. That is when he saw his lover was with people who are known as same-sex enthusiasts in a club.


Fauzan was actually very surprised and upset, but he could master his feelings well. He didn't expect at all if Arfan had that association, he thought it was fine. Let alone befriending Dean, an extraordinarily handsome successful businessman. How could?


“Really now you want to stay away from those people?” the word Imma is still with tears.


Arfan nodded.


“Promise! You won't make Mama cry again!”


Arfan nodded back.


“So, you should get married soon, so that your attention and your naps can be controlled!” hadian said in a loud voice.


“Ella, I'm sorry, come back yes, we are married as soon as possible, how?”


Ella nodded.


“Keep, how about you, Nad?” Suddenly Fauzan asked, because of his curiosity that had been hanging for quite a long time.


“Oh, yes, Mr Haadian, is your offer still valid?” nadia asked while looking at Hadian timidly.


The old man nodded.


“What offer? You nawarin what with Nadia, Mas!” ask Imma to Hadian.


“Sorry, Madam, sir once offered me to fix Fauzan in his branch office, rather than me coming home.”


“Good!” fauzan said excitedly and he immediately shook Nadia's hand.


“Congratulations! You are accepted!”


Fauzan's attitude immediately invited the question, why the man was so enthusiastic.


“Fauzan, you're sane, right? Who should accept Nadia, right, Papa?” hadian said that made Fauzan pensive and then smiled faintly.


“Come! Help Mama stand up!” imma said shortly after the conversation between Fauzan and Hadian ended. The woman looked limp and her face was as pale as she was not powered at all because her energy was depleted to cry.


Fauzan and Arfan lead and accompany Imma to his room and let the woman lie on the bed. Before falling asleep, he kept talking.


“Review if you're lying, Arfan! Don't think of me as your mama again!” the woman was really disappointed that her son could fall into such disgusting circumstances, even though he had high hopes for her.


Arfan nodded.


“I just realized, it turns out that one's happiness, can not be borne by others, except by himself. In the end, you as a man can not charge happiness to people you think are able to be happy. Because in the end, we cannot rely on anyone other than ourselves.”


Imma said again before the woman fell asleep.


After delivering her mother to sleep, Fauzan approached Nadia who was still sitting on the sofa alone. Arfan was already sitting together on the living room sofa, while Hadian was in the study.


“Nadia!” call Fauzan.


“Iya, Sir!”


“Sini!” Fauzan took Nadia's hand for granted, and followed Fauzan's steps into his room.


“Eh, Sir! Wait, where do I want to take it?”


“Ke my room, lah!”


“What?”


 


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