The Choice of a Little Girl Papa

Wh why?

Rasya came down from the second floor, carrying a tray containing dishes that were still left.

"go home" he put a tray in the sink.

"don't want to" she followed Rasha into the kitchen.

"i told you my dad wouldn't come home today" pounded the glass he was holding.

"there's no way your father left you alone"

Rasya was breathing rough, whatever.

"when did your mother get the disease?" approaching rasya.

Rasya quietly focused on washing dishes and glasses used by his mother.he was lazy to answer. This is his personal life.

"hey" pulled rasya's hand.

"what do you care about my mother?" his tone of voice increased and changed his intonation.

zan did not flinch, staring flat at rasya's face.

"you'd better go home" wash the dishes.

"are you ashamed of your mother like that?" holding the rim of the sink and staring flatly rasya.

Rasya laid off his hand.he was not at all ashamed of his mother's circumstances, instead he was very eager to take care of her. he just did not like people pity him. what else if there are people who vilify his mother, Rasha was very anxious to take care of her, if he's the one who was vilified he's okay, but if his mother he can't just shut up.

"are you ashamed?" getting closer to rasya.

"don't!" he distanced himself.

"why are you ashamed of your mother's condition?" and he always gets closer to Rasha.

"i told you I'm not ashamed" rasya yelled again.he didn't like his business at campuri.

"then why did you cover it?"

Rasya looked down at the kitchen table ceramics. "i just don't like people pitying me, I don't like that my mother will be insulted and this is my own life, I shouldn't indulge in it" staring at his reflection in the ceramic.

Zan leaned his feet against the kitchen table, watching the bowing rasya.

"about what you said in the cafe, I refused it" now he's cleaning the dishes he's finished washing.

"you seem really embarrassed that your mother was like that" crossed her arms.

Rasya clenched his hands. furious so he. "whatever you are, go there" slightly slammed the door of his closet.

"why did you refuse him?" no matter the anger of rasya who has arrived in the crown.

"a lot of nanya is like a new maid" her judges left the kitchen.

"answer" drew rasya's hand.

"the color I don't like you, because I'm not interested in you and there are many more" he replied quickly while striking zan's invisible hand.

"then I will make you like me and interested in me" again pulled rasya's hand.but now he held it, so that rasya not throw again.

Rasya stared amusedly, cih confidently. "you're not my type, there go home" trying to release the grip of a large zan. Maybe even the palm of zan double that of rasya's palm.

"your kind of jerk like your ex?" clasped rasya's hand.

"let go of this pain" jolted zan's hand, but to no avail.

"there's a cockroach" he yelled down.

zan immediately let go of his hand.

"hahaha" and rasha laughed.he still did not expect zan to be afraid of cockroaches.

"cheek" the face returned to horror.

"go home quickly" hid his hands back.

Zan opened his palm that was grasping tightly his rasya hand.His forehead wrinkled when he saw there was blood in his hand.

"your hand is hurt?"

"no" holding a scratch wound from the knife.

"give me your hand" extended her clean hand.

"don't want to, go home" put his body back.

"the color of my grip just now?" raise rasya's hand a little.

"that's not why he accidentally got a knife" pulled back his hand.

"treat" pointed fingers rasya back in the curse right.

"yes" he answered briefly.

"there home" back out.

zan finally came out of this big door.rasha watched him until the fence.later if zan hid in the yard continued suddenly at night he came out.

"sister sister" but she came out to greet the sister.

zan turned his head quickly towards rasya waving his hand. Adinda?.

"just got home, brother?" rasya's face turned cheerful.

"heeh" nodded.

this beautiful woman named sister.he height exceeds rasha, her face is white like milk and her friendly attitude.ahh rasya insecure with her.

"tumben you're out at this hour" hasn't noticed the presence of anyone but them.

"there's a meeting at home now want to go home" his cherry face has not disappeared.

"ohh now his friend has gone home?"

"not to mention a lifeless display" pointed to the person referred to by his chin.

adinda turned to the person in question.her body froze when she saw someone who was looking at her with a flat gaze.

"hahaha rasya you are there" back to rasya.

"indeed really stone legs in the life he mah" back mocked zan.

Adinda is still frozen there.why did she meet again here?, when earlier she had avoided zan with great difficulty.

"sister knows him?" look at Adinda's gaze somewhat.

"e–nothing yes, like a soybean brother deh, brother go home first huh?" nervously he walked while waving to rasya.

"dadinda brother" rasha waved her hand.

Zan did not budge there.he thought he was wrong, it turned out to be true.the scent of perfume and birthmark on the neck of the woman named sister was very familiar.

"you want to go there?"

zan looked to the side, as if he was daydreaming. "you know that woman?"

Rasya nodded "sister brother is his son mamat sir, continue me friends with brother dinda, very beautiful sister" staring at the younger brother who was walking there.

"Mamma? changed the name or what?" zan was confused.

"there goes home" pushed Zan's body with all his might.

zan immediately got into his car. a lot of flying in his head. directly started his car after seeing rasya enter the house.

****

The door of the house was tightly closed.rasha threw a rough breath.she had to warm up her already cold soup.

Zan's words earlier.

'i'll make you like me and interested in me'

then Rasha laughed lightly while stirring her soup. Big body, afraid of the cockroach and now very confident.cih cih secretary zan you've been wrong target.

"sad you'll wear that?" suddenly a female voice sounded along with the door that opened.

"yes take it easy, you're mine tonight baby" and the heavy voice sounded seductive.

Rasya squeezed the end of the kitchen table.he held his breath, a drop of clear water fell on his cheek.roughly he wiped it.ah shit his index finger was bleeding again, immediately he washed his hands.

The shrill melonizing sound from the second floor made him hold his breath again.

his father always brought a different woman with him every night.

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