That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

Rare Book

“This is what, Yah?” Mayang asked while receiving something his father had given him. His brows were in astonishment as he carefully observed the dark brown-colored object.

“Book,” Anwar replied. The man who had just arrived at the house was already impatient to give his daughter the thick book. So, this time he was so enthusiastic looking forward to the happy reaction of the girl in stature until then.

Mayang looked at his father for a moment, then returned his eyes to the book he held. Her clenched fingers moved to open the cover and flipped through the pages slowly. His eyes also seemed to seriously read the contents of his writing.

After a while, he looked back at the father who had been watching him since, then asked, “Dad buy this book where?”

“That's a rare book, son. I don't think there's a bookstore selling them anymore. Just so you know, I found it in the trash.”

“Hah?” Mayang. His eyes are also blotting. He looked back to observe the book. “True this for Mayang, Yah?” tanyanya doubt.

“Of course,” Anwar replied seriously.

There was a bit of worry in Mayang's heart of having the book. I don't know why I think this book is so special. In appearance from the cover alone is different from books in general. Thick and artful. Likewise with the paper used, as well as scribbles from the ink.

He knew that book was not a book. That thing is too valuable. So, who has thrown it away and thrown it away? Ah, suddenly Mayang felt so lucky to get it.

“Then Mayang take it to the room yes, Yah.” Mayang terseyum semringah. He turned his heels and was about to move. Suddenly, he was silent and did. He turned around and hugged his father and thanked him. “Thank you for the gift, Dad. Mayang love Daddy,” said full haru while clutching tightly his father's body affectionate sign.

Anwar smiled warmly, then rubbed his daughter's hair affectionately.

“Same-sama, Son.”

 

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“This is really a rare book. How could you find him in the trash? On what basis can someone be so easy to throw a book this good? Strange,” muttered monologue.

Suddenly the girl yawned, a sign of drowsiness started to ambush. Because it was so fun to the point that he did not realize that the day was approaching morning. For health reasons, he decided to close the book and put it on the nightstand. Slipping his body tilted to the right, he recited a prayer before finally closing his eyes.

***

It seems that Mayang was not long ago lulled in a dream world. However, his body felt shaking accompanied by Weni's shrill voice that was so shocking.

“Sister, wake! Don't let me play with water comberan again, yes!”

Opening his eyes, Mayang's back immediately woke up to avoid Weni doing that crazy thing. He yawned widely, rubbed his eyes and set his eyes on his sister with heavy eyes.

“What time, anyway? Still early in the morning too, it has been a storm,” said Mayang with a distinctive raucous sound of waking up.

“Udah at eight, noh! The sun is over your head!”

Mayang's eyes followed Weni's index finger pointing directly at the wall clock. Sure enough, the clock is pointing at the number eight. Panicked, Mayang's eyes immediately glared. Aware that Weni was still home, she rushed to look at her sister with a sharp highlight before then taking out a thousand nagging moves.

“Already know eight o'clock still relaxing in bed! School there! Demand real knowledge, do not just be able to date and skip school with pocket money!”

Instead of obeying and moving, Weni just snorted softly and turned the lazy eyeball. Patting his brother's shoulder gently, he then explained.

“It's Sunday, Neng. Amnesia yes?”