The Choice of a Little Girl Papa

Loving the Right People

In a park that had become a silent witness to the answer a doubt in one's heart about love or just curious.

Two people who are sitting in a chair lined with views of the basketball court and not far from there is a park that is usually crowded on Saturdays or other nights.

"zan" a soft voice shifted the attention of the person beside him.

"hm?"

Rasya fell silent again, he wanted to ask something but was afraid of engulfing his heart.

"what's wrong?" his cold voice enveloped rasya's fear.

"emm" bit her cherry red lips, played her fingers trying to shake off her nervousness and fear.

"if there's anything you want to ask, just ask"

Zan is the most beautiful person Rasha has ever met.

"is there nothing you want to tell me?" speaking quickly then biting her lips back in fear of zan's gaze.

Not a gaze that makes someone tremble, just that his flat gaze was enough to make rasya want to hit his own mouth.whether like whatever the gaze that zan presents, in his eyes it remains creepy.

"so you know?" turning to look forward and a little glance at Rasha who was trembling in fear, but she did nothing.

Rasya nodded, staring at his shoes with mixed feelings.There was uneasiness, sadness, disappointment and also the feeling of pleasure zan wanted to reveal everything.but disappointed that zan never brought up this problem, he said, as if Rasha had no right to know.

"adin told you?" his hand was eager to slip the hair blocking his face into the ears of the girl, but he paled after seeing the confused-faced rasha.

"adinda" is not a calling, it is an explanation.

ohh call baby yes..

Such a sad heart rasya said.why does he look jealous? oi! it's just a nickname.

"i used to be in a relationship with him"

"i already know!" rasya's heart cried.

"but it was already five years ago" finally his hand slipped hair behind his ears.

Rasya still wants to hear more details! not only that, but what was that? tucking hair? his heart beats unlucky!.

"then?" let the other zan's hand slip his hair back.

"you don't need to know very details"

"why!"

Damnit damnit!

"i mean why can't I hear your story with sister?" please remind rasha next time to sink in first her words.

Zan took his hands off his hair, and then he laughed softly without his sin. "the color I don't want my beautiful story to be heard and known"

Sad feelings come again, what does this zan want.do not say that zan has not completely forgotten sister? so why are they dating?.

Zan watched every look of rasya's face, is it possible that this rasya is coming to the moon? why did his face change so quickly? or indeed the words that can not be conditioned.

"do you seem very curious?"

Rasya nodded innocently.he was very very curious! once again . RASYA WAS VERY CURIOUS.

zan, please hear that.

"let's go home" stood up and looked at Rasya, who was still staring in disbelief.

"DANISH?" screaming surprise.

"IS ZAN KOK EVEN COMING HOME? IT HAS NOT BEEN ANSWERED!!" trying to pursue the steps of zan which is clearly not easy to pursue with his short legs.

"ZAN WAITIN NAPA ELAH, HAS LONG LEGS SI!!" running down the ridge chasing zan who had opened the car door.

After closing the door he displayed his faint smile, staring at Rasha who was still running out of the park with an annoyed face and continued to mengedumel.

Let's bet rasya is taking the oath for him.

Can't believe? just look at it later.

****

"sana's home" rasya pushed his black fence with a sharp look.

"weren't you curious?" staring as usual.

Rasya took off his hand, zan remembered. immediately widened the fence wide and let zan enter with a sweet smile.

cf.

Zan grumbled slowly, in fact it was just his wits, can be said this is his holiday which he very rarely did. although it can be ascertained later in his luxury apartment will again struggle with all kinds of documents and computer screens.

Come on, it doesn't matter if you want to linger with your lover.

"luckily father has not come home" muttered inwardly, putting his barefooted feet on the floor of his house.

Silent...

That's how it feels.

"sit down first, I want to go to mom's room first" quickly turned around wanting to run up the stairs but zan's voice stopped him.

"may I come?" his heavy voice dominated the rasya eardrum at this time.

Rasya bothered to "shut the door first"

Zan closed the door as he said, not for anything, just to protect his house.

After hearing the door of his house was tightly closed.rasha started to climb the stairs, for some reason his heart was like a sting. Really, he was very nervous.in the past all his girlfriends no one dared to go to his house, no one dared to go to his house, not unwilling but rasya forbid.there is a mother who needs rest and she does not want her boyfriend who used to insult her mother.so zan was the first to enter her house, so Zan was the first to enter her house, ralat was the first person Rasha allowed to meet her mother.

Behind him there is a zan who walked slowly following the racea. when he arrived at the last rung, he so remembered when the racea was slapped by his father and insulted, in the maki curse, he remembered, said bastard son by his own father.zan frowned when he remembered.

"rasha's mom is home!" zan's favorite cheerful voice echoed on the second floor.

Rasya hugged his mother who was sitting while on a porridge bribe by the manager who was in rasya rental.

Like the days when Rasha came home and hugged her mother.there was always no response, her mother just stared blankly but rasha knew it was a gaze that hinted at a voice that could not be said anymore.

"no permission to leave? I have changed clothes and I have also cooked for non, later stay in warm yes non" women who look no longer young are standing while holding a tray.

"iya bi thank you!, be careful ya bi go home" friendly smile given by rasha.

Aunty hurriedly came out upon seeing zan standing in front of the door. A bit creepy, auntie dared to swear.

"what did my mom eat? seneng not taken care of rini?" rasya asked, putting her hand on her smooth cheek.

Mother did not answer at all, because the performance of her brain to catch the question has been greatly weakened.Mom instead turned her eyes to zan who was already standing behind-side rasya.

"ah! this mother's name is zan, she was here at the time, I remember not?" tugging at zan's hand to squat like him.

Actually not squatting too, rasya sat with his knee pad under his mother's mattress.rasha told zan to sit like him.

"don't be fooled as he looks Mom!, that guy is so stiff bu flat pake really again!" rasya exclaimed occasionally glancing cynically at zan.

And the cynical glare also from zan.

"za an" zan asked with his gaze.

that is his habit! condition please.

"yeah?" kaku zan replied.

Zan is quite difficult to communicate with new people, except in terms of business.he can master all topics.

"maklumin ya ma'am, zan emang rigid person" rasya whispered to his mother.

Mother still stared at shady zan, reciprocated with a meaningful gaze from zan. like being telepathic gaze.they seemed to understand with the gaze of each other.

And before long, rasya confused himself with the two of them. silent once here.rasha jerked as mother and zan ended his eyes. mother lay down and closed her eyes. without making a sound, Zan understood.

"good night mother beautiful dream, rasha dear mother" gently kissed the forehead that had begun to wrinkle the mother.

There was no sound anymore, only the sound of the door closing.

Rasya walked to the room located not far from there, opened it slowly and was surprised when he was about to close the door.

"wait outside!" close the door a little hard.

As if not care about it, zan opened his phone to check something that seemed to have a shipment from his man.

"zan"

The summoned one immediately closed his phone and turned his head.almost surprised when only the head of the racea was seen poking.

"what?"

Rasya could not help but look at zan's expression. "cie was shocked" smiled witfully making zan not budge.

"joke om!, please come in" opened the door of his room.

Zan frowned in wonder, why are there such racial types of people in this world?.

The first time zan caught from his view is a rasya bed that is not big or small. actually the bed is enough for two people, but rasya here uses it himself. yes because he sleeps alone.

"don't look around!, already know messy" trying to clean up a little things that are around the mattress.there are novels, food wrappers, glasses, lights that are not still on or not, no, and there's a bracelet on top of that novel.

"zan don't look at my study table!" rasya's strangulation made zan not turn his body to look around.

Rasha hastily put away her red-clothed files and also her diary and journal which are also red.she will not be stupid anymore, he didn't forget that Zan was very sensitive about the red thing.

"don't get rid of it like that" sat on a rasya bed and watched rasya there.

"i'm sure you'll notice this red thing" put all the red stuff down his desk.

"if only one or two things don't matter"

Rasya breathed a sigh of relief, thank God, but he was tired of cleaning it. ah it's okay! it will be easy to return it again if you remember.

Rasya sat next to Zan, wiggling his sore legs.

"so how's your story with sister?" back to the original topic, aka promise zan.

Zan thought Rasha had forgotten, but he wanted to discuss something else.

"can you hear it while massaging my shoulder?" moving one of his arms back.

Rasya blinked. What the fuck is that!. But he moved from his seat to move behind zan.

"let's go quickly" began to touch the shoulder he felt was the hardest shoulder he had ever held. Starting with a smooth massage.but rasha wasn't sure zan would feel the massage.

"beginning met him when he applied to become an apprentice in the adinata, it was very difficult just to be an apprentice there, but it turned out that my guess was wrong, he managed to escape and become an apprentice for a year" zan began to speak while rasya was busy massaging while listening.

The mouth forms a round o.

"then why did you break up? it looks very suitable to you"

Zan did not answer, he did not want to cover up something from his race, but he thought it was not the thing he had to tell rasya.it was just his past story with a girl named Adinda, he said, it's just his past.

"bikin people are curious it's a sin loh om" pressed his thumb to zan's neck, hoping that zan will be cornered.

Nihil, zan even lowered his neck asking rasya back massaging his neck. Tired once it felt "his parents took him away"

Rasya frowned confused, take it away? that's the old man brother Adinda took his son from zan? why could that be?.

"your legs are hurt, aren't they?" twisting his body made rasya's hand loose from his shoulder.

"he? not" his brain is still processing everything.

Zan looked for where his rasya left ankle was being grazed by rasya. then he pushed it to make it perfectly sit behind zan, then pulled his left leg.

"ah ssh" held back Zan's hand which deliberately squeezed his injured ankle.

"where's the red medicine?" still holding onto rasya's ankle and his gaze was hard to decipher.

"no need, let me treat him later" tried to pull back the legs that continued to be held by zan.

"where?" his tone was already different, like suppressing his words.

"di–di below" nervous, scared, creepy. that's what rasya felt.

Without the ba-bi-bu, zan raised his body and carried it like a bride.

"i can still walk on my own!" wiggling his legs asking to be put down.

Zan cared for his hearing, but the one in the carrying was fighting against his abnormal heartbeat.rasha could clearly see the very charming carvings from below, the jaw firmly sculpted, resolutely carved, his flat face which had always been his trademark, it was all plastered clearly in front of his racea. it all made his heart unable to beat normally.

"hey the heart is working together!!" hiding her red face in her male field chest.Masculine fragrance spread in her sense of smell.

It makes rasya comfortable.

"when do you want the light on my chest?"

Rasya was aghast and immediately came down from the sling of zan, it turned out that they were already on the first floor.arghh rasha was ashamed!.

"who doesn't say that it's already sampe below" ran to the back, took the white box with the plus sign in front of it. Even his heart is still beating abnormally.

"sit" took over the box that Rasha took and pressed her tiny shoulder to sit on the dining table chair.

Carefully and painstakingly zan treated rasya's ankle that was scratched because it was trampled earlier in the mall.not just one scratch wound, he said, there were about three to four scratches on her ankle and the tiny soles of her feet on her hand.

Rasya sighed, it seemed like he was starting to love this man in front of him. How not? although it is very rigid and more impressed cold and flat of course but zan has his own way to channel unfortunately.with racial sensitivity it is very easy he responded with all the unexpected actions zan. but the question is, is zan really serious with him?.

"zan" called his shady rasya breaking the silence.

"hm?" still focus on the cotton and red medicine on the wound.

Like Dejavu...

"why do you like me?" the question that made zan instantly stopped his hand for a moment.

Between surprise and spontaneity.

"why are you asking that?" re-applying the ointment he had obtained earlier.

"i don't want to fall in love with the wrong person" she said softly, watching zan silently.

Zan straightened his body, making rasya join his head.and their gazes met.advancing his body to be adjacent to the racea snore and resting on one knee.

"loving someone is not something wrong, everyone deserves to get love" put both hands on the left right side of the racea.

"i'm not forcing you to fall in love with me, even if I love unilaterally it's not a problem"

Rasya scrunched his forehead, no matter where?! wouldn't that hurt?!.

"why? hesitate?" touching the soft brow of his racea, fading the confused wrinkles he made.

Rasya is gathering all his courage. "yes! marry me now" he said defiantly when in his heart was afraid.

Zan hush.

"why? can't you? aren't you the one who asked me to get married with no romantic scenes at all?" the smile of victory was there.

"ok it today? sure you can, or do you want me to magic your house and your yard into our wedding venue in the blink of an eye?" this time Zan was really serious about his words.

"do not make it up, where there is a wedding at do these nights, besides the office that records the wedding is closed!" staring at the sharp zan who had changed position to sit in the middle seat of the table.

"i could've made the office open these nights just to record our wedding" casually tapping on the dining table and one hand perched on the chair.

Rasya felt embarrassed by the words zan 'our marriage' arghh it felt like it would really be done tomorrow!.

"what my neighbors say if I get married quickly and you–" immediately cut his own words, he did not want to hurt Zan with his words.

Zan laughed making rasya goosebumps. presumably whatever zan does is all creepy.

"isn't marrying someone who is far away is in trend?"

Rasya almost chuckled if only he did not hold it. don't tell me that zan has been playing sosmed? HAHA rasha would laugh out loud if it was true.

"who said he was far away wasn't me" held back his laughter as much as possible.

Zan was a little annoyed by his own words, he did not care about age, what else were the words of those who were annoying.it was too waste of time to care about him.

"ah yes" woke up from his seat walking to the kitchen bar, opening the one-on-one cupboard that has its contents.

"it's been quite late, want to have dinner here?" turn her body face back to the dining table.

Zan also turned his head from his phone then he nodded.

"surely he won't have dinner out of here" he murmured starting to warm up the food made by the already cold bi rini.

After a few minutes waiting in front of the stove that makes the heat hot, rasya brought a plate on the dining table where there is still zan who is watching the phone screen. rasya became curious what he was looking at, his expression was loh, serious.

"wash your hands there" sat back down and immediately scooped up the rice she was about to eat.

Halah no need to eat a little prettier pretentious, if you are hungry just eat.

Inadvertently he glanced at the flat object mili zan that was not closed. his forehead cringed, which he saw the same as he saw when traveling together with zan at that time. a piece of paper that read Japanese kanji.was wondering in his heart, he was like recognizing his writing.

Zan came back with wet hands, uh zan like that was more charming. Really!.

"zan what is it?" pointing with doubt.

Zan looked at his phone that he forgot to turn off. "a photo" he answered briefly.

It's true that nothing is wrong.

"kok kayak Rio writing" muttered softly while paying attention to the phone that had been turned off by zan.

Zan heard it, Rio? miss danita's sister? but the hunger had incited him to eat immediately.

After that only the sound of the spoon colliding with the plate was heard. The rasya meal portion was even more than zan. or maybe the same?, because zan asked for additional rice, RASYA NO LIE, RASYA NO LIE, ZAN NAMBAH UP TO TWO PLATES AND ALMOST FINISHED THE ENTIRE SIDE DISH THAT WAS ON THE TABLE.

Zan misses this atmosphere, eating at the dinner table, with warm food and white rice that feels warm when in the mouth, but he was always alone, washed up in his food and then took care of it and went to bed or not to his study.that's all zan's days in his luxury apartment.to this day, he feels more alive, eat in the prepared, get rice, in tanya want to eat using what side dishes and most importantly, accompanied.

It's like a couple, isn't it?.

yu can yu, marry yu.

"thank you for the food" Zan said after putting his shoes back on.

Yups right, zan and rasya barefoot from earlier.

"uh uh? ah yes sorry if the food is not appetizing" smiled clumsy because he was quite sleepy.

"anyone who adds two dishes if not taste" he said, making rasya more clumsy.

Duh sorry, his brain is loading because he is sleepy.he can only nod.

Without rasya realizing, zan approached and grabbed his horse-tailed hair neatly. at the smell of natural brown hair it made the owner surprised because he did not realize the zan that was already nearby.

Without asking permission in advance, Zan removed the pigtails that tied his favorite lion hair and opened the thick strands of his racea hair that dangled down.

"why is it off!" staring at the annoyed person who had pulled her hair tie. Her hair was thick! it's hard to get organized! hih.

"beautiful not in pigtails" gave the little rabbit-eared pigtail to the owner.

Rasya's face suddenly became hot, oh so zan preferred that he stroked his hair.but it was very sultry, because his hair was very thick.

"hm" covered her shy face.

Zan laughed lightly and broke his hair, making it fall apart, and turned back into lion hair! is this what zan likes? singan's hair.

"IHHH" removed zan's hand from the top of his head, this hand made his hair fall apart.

Cup

Rasya was silent in place, zan pressed his lips against his forehead.

pendig jedug

Did you hear that? rasya heart back abnormal!.why zan is very fond of making people's hearts vibrate abnormally.arghhh rasya can not if like this, god!!.

"i'll go home" smiled mocking because the face of the racea was very red, like a ripe tomato.

Zan opened his own fence and closed it himself too, he saw rasha just looking at him with a face that was still blushing tomatoes before tightly closing the fence. After being tightly closed, he smiled incessantly, he said, remembering again what he just did. he does not regret, it is what he wants to do. It does not matter do it with a boyfriend?.

uhuk girlfriend, they were just talking about marriage.

Rasya hastily entered the house, locked it and ran to his room like a demon. covered it hard and dropped himself onto the mattress, covered a red face with pillows and shouted like a doormat.

"FUCKING ZAN! HOW DARE HE MAKE MY HEART BEAT ABNORMALLY! ARGHHH" and ending her roll-over held in shame as well as happiness.it seems like there are a lot of butterflies in her stomach now.

It seems so happy to love the right person.

****

Dazedly walking down the stairs with half-closed eyes.Nature's call was very disturbing his sleep, really.

"are you in touch with secretary zan?"

Rasya who was just yawning after finishing his nature call, turned his head.

He looked at the living room wall clock.at two in the morning, and his father just came home?.

"answer my question!!" under the influence of alcohol.

"i–iya" grabbed the edge of her shirt, between anger, sadness and disappointment.

The man who was still dressed in a suit was sitting carelessly on the sofa.

"what price do you offer to secretary zan?" taking a sip of his cigarette with his eyes glistening, even his voice sounded indistinct.

Rasya bit her lower lip hard, her heart ached with the words of her father just now.

"100 jt a night? what can be enjoyed with your unholy body"

"rasya is not a bitch!" press it with a trembling voice.

"but your mother is a bitch!, the bitch will give birth to another bitch's child, cih!" spitting just about on the floor, like a jiji with his own flesh and blood.

Rasya grimaced to hear it, all the maki maki his father had received since childhood. now? why did his father reopen his old wounds? his heart hurts more.

"even you've been unholy since you were a child, how different you are from your mother!" yelling and yelling.

"that was an accident! I was kidnapped, on a shovel and raped, and I almost died drinking that shitty semen! rasya also did not want to experience it!!!" reply shouted at his father, and just passed up the stairs.

When will the curse of his father be blessed?.

Seriate

I want to focus straight on the relationship zan same racea first yes, later for the next chapter I will focus first on them. hehe

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