THE ANGEL I HURT

SON

DARREN NARENDRA,,, THE,,,

the only son of the Narendra family who owned many businesses and large companies pioneered by his father. Growing up in an environment filled with treasure and ease in everything made him accustomed. If at home he is spoiled by his papa mama, then on campus the women race to do anything that can attract his attention.

The campus is fairly elite because it is dominated by the sons of the daughters of wealthy businessmen. Dion and Arga are Darren's best friends. The three of them grew up together since childhood until now they took the same college and majors. Dion and Arga's parents are papa Darren's business relations. Never separated and tend to always decide something together in fact does not give all three the same experience of affairs of the heart. Darren preferred not to entrust his heart to any woman. Especially if the woman tries hard to approach him. For him they just want to hitchhike a good life or fame on him.

Unlike Darren, Dion and Arga are womanizer men. I don't know how many women they've made their lust.

Krrrriiiiinnnggg,,,,, the,,,,

I covered my ears with my padded pillow when the alarm went off. My eyes are still heavy because last night Dion and Arga pranked me. They took me to the nightclub until the morning.

"Darren wake up baby, you can be late to college" Mom tried to pull my blanket.

"ah ma,, 15 minutes more yahhh" I pulled back the blanket held by my mother

"let's kid, papa will be angry if you wait for us at the dinner table" exclaimed mama

I jumped as soon as I heard Papa

"Papa???" much

"yes dear, papa has returned from Singapore so you no longer try to indulge spoiled same mom or you know yourself the consequences" said mama as she went out

"just get down fast" mom reminded me again

I scratched my head which arrived just itching.

"Well, why is papa coming back so soon" I said

Papa is the most assertive man I know. The way he taught me was hard but I knew it was for my own good. Papa's not like a mama who easily granted whatever my request. Papa taught me more that to get what I want then I have to try myself. Even though I'm the only son they have, Papa doesn't want me to be a spoiled child. For papa it is precisely because I am the sole heir then I must be prepared more mature again to replace his position someday.

I took a shower and changed my clothes. For a moment I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I inherited the face of my Dutch father and my Arab mother. My tall stature with chest field and muscular arms results from the exercise that I routinely do every afternoon combined with a cross-face does make women can not help but be fascinated by me. My black eyebrows and black hair also strengthen my figure that tends to be unfriendly to people. I'm not unfriendly but more unable to speak stale or just say hello first. Maybe because I'm more alone at home makes me not so good at talking. I'd only talk so much with Dion and Arga.

"You're a good-looking Darren" pointed me in the mirror

I immediately went out of the room and came down when I heard my mother calling me

"yaaa maaa, coming" I cried as I descended to the stairs

"Papa's hand" I said to the papa who was enjoying his coffee and bread

"morning, "it was short, nodding his head

Mama immediately took the bread and smeared it with my favorite peanut butter.

"Put it down ma, if Darren wants to eat he can take it himself. She is an adult. If there is a woman who can serve him later, it is not a mother but his wife later" said papa firmly

I who was drinking milk immediately choked to hear papa say the word wife

"slow down son" exclaimed mama

Papa just glanced at me and seemed to know what was on my mind.

"so when did you start introducing someone to us? " ask papa again

I understand what you mean but I just shook my head

"There's nothing Darren can introduce to you" I said

"Papa never forbid you from trying to open up to someone, papa also does not ask you to quickly get married. It's just that papa is worried about you because you've never been close to someone at all. You're normal, aren't you, son? " father asked me a silly question

"hahahha is normal pa, see ma cook papa suspected his son is not normal? " i can't stand not laughing

Mama who felt that papa's question was ridiculous also laughed and patted papa's hand

"this father is careless" said mama

"it's natural to ask me like that, is it if our child is really not normal try mama think of where we have a successor later? " father tried to explain the direction and purpose of the question earlier. My lyrics mama who seems to be starting to get affected. He looked at me who lowered my head.

"Your father was right Darren, so when,,, "your mother's words stopped when we heard Dion and Arga saying hello to us

"morning om, auntie, "greet Dion who was answered by mama

"when did you come? " Arga asked papa

"Night Ga, let's sit down and have breakfast with us" he said

Dion and Arga agreed and immediately pulled the seat next to me.

"Tajari tuh Darren how to be close to women. One is enough not much like you guys" exclaimed papa who immediately made them cough

"Papaaaa, what the hell" I murmured as I pushed my chair and pulled my two best friends to leave the table immediately so that papa would not continue to discuss the matter again

"we left first pa, ma, "my goodbye waving

"the boy's basics, that's because my mom spoils him too much. Say goodbye to parents is the way it is" papa looked at our departure with an annoyed face

"yes, I'm sorry, mom, I'll teach you again Darren" replied mama

The three of us left for college in my sports car. As usual I chose not to drive. I just let Dion drive and I sat next to him. I heard Arga in the back seat was busy arranging his meeting with his new woman.

"ahhh playboy base" I muttered in my heart

"what's good about being close to women, they're just sycophants" I picked up again as I looked at the streets