Tether in Love Father My Son

The Part 11

Almost magrib Putri just finished his work, he should not be overtime today, because the work is also not too piled up, so he came home late to avoid Darma who still survives in his house to this day.

Back the Princess' phone vibrated, Miss Nia this time who contacted her, would not want to have to be accepted, afraid that if anything important, immediately on the sliding green button on the screen of her phone.

"Assalamualaikum, what's up, ma'am?"

Alaikumsalam Mbak, sorry to interrupt, there is a Father, from this afternoon waiting for the Princess Ma'am.

"Already let Mom, as long as you don't take Dew away, I'll be home soon, drop Dew ya Ma'am."

Well Ma'am, assalamualaikum

"Alaikumsalam."

Restless and reluctant to go home still reigns over the heart of the Princess, lazy to meet the man who has incised the wound in his heart, but the taste of kangen on his baby beats the selfishness that mounts.

The problem is not in avoiding Put, face it, solve it, do not be a loser, said the Princess.

After running the magrib prayer, Putri rushed home, it did not take long a large cc matic motorbike was parked in his yard, in contrast to Darma's black sports car.

"Assalamualaik." The princess tries to be as neutral as possible.

"Alaikumsalam." Darma opened the door by still using a peci also sarong cloth, it can be ascertained that the man had just finished praying.

"Why just got home?" Damar demanded an explanation through his gaze.

"Slowly," the Princess replied.

"Why don't you pick up the phone from me, reply to chat anyway."

The princess only glanced at the man who kept on kneeling her for the sake of asking for an explanation from her, tired at this time that only she felt, wanting to immediately break down her body while hugging her beloved little girl.

"Mom, what's the dump?" asked the Princess to Bu Nia, because she did not hear the adorable toddler sound when she came home earlier.

"Grabun sudaj sleep Ma'am, maybe soy sauce, from the afternoon playing with the Father," explained Bu Nia.

"Yes, I took a shower first, can ask for help make wedang ginger ma'am, my body does not taste good."

"Good Ma'am."

Immediately the Princess went into her room, to clean clean, without realizing there was someone who noticed also heard her talk from the living room.

"Mom, let me make it," Darma approached Bu Nia who was burning ginger.

"But Sir..."

"It's okay, Mom just rest, let sata who ready wedang ginger and dinner for the Princess."

"Well sir, I'm sorry." honestly Bu Nia was surprised by Darma's attitude, very much changed from the time she was still working on her brother Darma.

Finished with his activities in the room, Putri went out and looked for Bu Nia to ask for his wedang gahe, but no caregiver found the Dew, but the aroma of ginger spices had been emitted throughout the room.

"Drink first" Darma's voice quite surprised the Princess as she walked into the kitchen.

"Where's Bu Nia?" still with an expressionless cold tone at the Princess show.

"I told you to rest."

"Put, please listen to my explanation about the incident last afternoon, Naoumi and I have only met twice, there is no fiancee," Darma tried to defend himself by explaining what happened.

"I don't need to hear any explanation, do you know where the door is?" the Princess asks Darma to leave her home.

"Put, listen to my explanation, I will not go home before this misunderstanding is clear," the forced nature of Darma's egoism began to appear again.

"I told you that, I don't need any explanation from you," The Princess began to pique her emotions because of the boy who today flew her so high and threw her mercilessly.

"Not enough of you toying with my feelings all this time, you've come into my life, spoiling me as well as my son, giving me all the luxuries, you've got, facilities even today you pay more attention to me, but all that is just to play with my feelings," tears are no longer unstoppable, a sense of pain dominates the heart of the broken Princess.

"Put, I'm sincere, I love Dew even I love you since the first night we kept Dew in the hospital, look at me, Naoumi it's just mama's plan."

"Enough! please get out of my house right now, and never disturb our lives again" the Princess shouted at the man who still wanted to clear up the misunderstanding.

"Or tonight we get married, let you be sure of my feelings and my sincerity, too" Darma tried to come up with a solution

"Crazy, you have gone mad, enough Mr. Darma Adi Atmaja, please appreciate my feelings." at the thrust of Darma's burly body out of his house, he said, immediately closed and locked the door even the door of his heart was also locked again.

Devastated Darma, seeing his beloved woman crying for his actions, he realized that he had incised a wound in the heart of the Princess, why can he be so careless that he has to destroy the new relationship he wants to build.

Behind the door of the Princess's body was shed, her crying became more, her inner pain when remembering the incident last afternoon, she felt in the lies of the man she loved.

"Why Mas, why should you give hope if you have to forcibly take it again, what's my fault Mas, until you have to hurt like this," said the Princess regretting being too carried away by feelings for Darma.

He never thought if the man who is the father of his child was so willing to play with his feelings, destroy all his hopes and dreams, how the Dew after this incident.

"Oh.. What a heart you are!" back Princess shrieks softly.

Can not imagine if Dewun will always ask his father, what to answer if the toddler continues to ask Darma, his head immediately pulsates pain, until it all feels dark.

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The aroma of eucalyptus pierced the Princess' sense of smell, her consciousness returned slowly but surely, her eyes opened with a narrow, adjusting the light that entered her, there was Bu Nia sitting next to her.

"Alhamdulillah, Ma'am Putri is aware," said Bu Nia.

"Drink first, Ma'am, let's be a bit delicious," back Bu Nia voiced while handing warm water to the Princess.

"I'm why Mom, so dizzy."

"The mother fainted after you came home." The princess tried to sit in the aid of Ms. Nia.

"Mom, what's the dump?"

"Embun still sleeping Ma'am, sorry yes Mbak rest, so tomorrow can be more fresh," suggested Bu Nia.

"Yes ma'am, I want to go to the room first, please check the door as well as the window, fear forgetfulness has not been in the key."

"Good Ma'am."

Ms. Nia settled on her female majika back with a look of pity, "Patiently yes Ma'am," said Bu Nia Lirih.

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