The Love Of Bad Boy

Chapter 1 Getting Wiped Out of the House

Every child wants love and attention from both parents. But unfortunately, not all children can feel the pleasure of complete affection from a family. Similarly, Omar Zen, a man with a posture of 170cm. He was the second of two children. He's not a smart kid. From a small achievement in ordinary school. In contrast to Zain, the eldest son of Oswald Ahmed Zen and Nuril Oshaira. It was from childhood has a brilliant achievement in the academic field. The mindset of Mr. Ahmed, that academic values are always good, become a doctor, or engineer and school because they get merit scholarships is the definition of smart children. Or in other words those who achieve the highest report card or achievement every in school. It was all absent from Zen, his youngest son.

Even though the good value of reporting, NEM or GPA when college is not the only determining factor for one's success in the future. The intelligence of a person, it is not sufficiently proven or achieved through educational institutions and rows of numbers in the report or diploma. However, it needs to be a process in the formation and cultivation of emotional values, for example discipline, honesty, obedience/loyal, which will form a person on “intelligence” more complex when completing education. It is usually formed in a family environment. Unfortunately Zen did not get that education, his relationship with Mr. Ahmed did not run harmoniously. Zen was like a child that meant nothing to Mr. Ahmed. The most unforgettable thing for Zen in his life during the eve of Eid al-Fitr. A night where all the family joked with laughter, gathered together. Zen just had to leave the house.

A motor enters the parking area in a luxurious house. A half-servant ran towards the front door. Zan's motor racing exhaust can wake the occupants of the house, it can even be a complex. Hit shows at 3 am. The housekeeper was not sleeping. He waited for Zen to come home. Nuril's mother left a message to her domestic assistant to wait for Zen's return. But just a few steps up the stairs Zen, he was surprised by the sound of the head of the family baritone in the magnificent house.

“Still remember going home?!” The voice of Mr. Ahmed who stood on the second floor while looking at Zen sharply.

Nuril's mother immediately approached her husband, she could already guess this. There will be a commotion between Zen and her husband. Zen stood glued to his position. He clutched tightly onto the canopy of the stairs on his left side. He rubbed his nose with his index finger. While smiling mockingly, he provoked the number one person in the Zen family.

“Papa expel me?” He asked with a dislike look at Mr. Ahmed.

“Yes, I'm sick of seeing your behavior just having fun. When are you going to finish your college? You think I'm your ATM machine? Your credit card bill every month is even bigger than your kitchen budget!” Snapped Mr. Ahmed.

The atmosphere was getting tense, Zen who had been upset earlier. He had just been defeated by his bitter rivals in the wild racing he used to win. Just arriving home, he was back at the snaps, in the face with the circus. Feeling upset, he turned around and went down the stairs. Just a few steps back, he had to take a deep breath.

“Heh, loser! Always run away from problems, and make trouble!” Mr. Ahmed's voice descending the stairs.

Zen held his molar, the fine hairs on his back stood up because of the rising emotions.

“Never come back here if tonight you leave home just because you don't want to be blamed!” Said Mr. Ahmed.

“Papa!” Remember Nuril's mother to her husband.

Zen turned around and looked at his mistress Papa.

“Papa think I can't live without papa?” Beo Zen's.

Mr. Ahmed laughed at the expression of his youngest son.

“Yes, you've been like a prankster in this family all along. What have you given to this family besides the shame of your every act?” Both of Pak Ahmed's netra were staring at his son.

“Well, I'll prove if I can live without Papa!” Bench Zen.

Just now that the political faculty student wanted to leave the house, he had to increasingly restrain his emotions.

“Wait, don't bring anything if you want to go. Prove that without Papa, you can live and finish your college.” Mr. Ahmed's words made Zen's young blood boil.

On campus he likes to be called the Eternal student, now the man who should provide motivation for himself actually humbled himself.

“Good! I will prove it!” Zen said as he threw the key to the Honda Yamaha YZF motorcycle, which was only three months into his possession.

“Zen, Wait.” Shouted Bu Nuril at his youngest son who had disappeared from behind the main door.