The Love Of Bad Boy

Chapter 14 Shame in front of Olivia

The atmosphere at Mr. Ahmed's residence was quite calm, some art was busy cleaning the kitchen and garden. All the decorations were done last night. Zen is still Ahmed's son who will find it difficult to get up early. At 9 a.m., the youngest son of Ahmed's family was still asleep under his thick blanket. Bu Nuril even knocked on her son's bedroom door but there was no answer.

Geck. Geck. Geck.

"Zen. Mama has cooked your favorite. It's almost 10." Call Bu Nuril to his son.

Zen did not hear the voice of his mother. He was so tired, not to mention the soft mattress, thick blanket and air conditioning that made him so missed the atmosphere in his room. Bu Nuril who felt there was no answer, he opened the door of Zen's room that was not in the key. He saw his son dunking his body under a thick blanket. Ahmed's wife opened the curtains of his son's room. Zen who was exposed to sunlight, he also reflexively covered his face with both hands. Bu Nuril laughed as she pulled the blanket.

"Come Zen. You said you had an appointment this afternoon with your lecturer." Said Bu Nuril. Zen got up and sat down while hugging his roll. It even seemed to evaporate a few times. A gentle rub on his cheek made Zen hold Bu Nuril's hand.

"Please Mom, I'm an adult.... Don't treat this mama's son like an SD kid." Zen said with a smile. He landed a kiss on Bu Nuril's cheek while walking towards the bathroom.

"OKs. SD kids even wake up early baby.... " Say Bu Nuril as she tidied up her son's pillow and blanket.

In his heart, he did admit to having two boys with characters that were very far apart. From the little things alone, Zen is even far below Zain. But Bu Nuril never cornered let alone compare his son. Because for Bu Nuril, Zen is more emotionally close to her. Zain was more silent. Not like Zen. So for Bu Nuril, Zen has its own advantages. Sometimes curiosity and a lot of talk from childhood, making Mr. Ahmed often label his youngest son as a bad boy. Though he only expressed his curiosity, and he included jolly children. But over time, Zen spoke less often if there was Mr. Ahmed. He will only look cheerful in front of Bu Nuril.

"Ok, Mama wait at the dining table for Zen." Said Bu Nuril.

There was no answer because his son was enjoying a shower with warm water. Things that are not in his current residence. Can't be lied to for months not living in his residence. Zen's body longs for the luxury and completeness of the amenities in his residence. But staying in the house before success and graduation, is what dropped his prestige on Mr. Ahmed.

Zen had also changed his clothes. He wore slim fit jeans in combination with a plain white shirt. He looks handsome. When he was just about to sit at the dinner table, he had already lost his appetite. Mr. Ahmed seemed to sit and read a business magazine. Zen wanted to avoid the head of that family. But she misses her mother's special cooking.

Zen pulled one chair. He sat across from Mr. Ahmed.

"Where do you want to eat Son?" Tanya Bu Nuril's.

"Zen take it for yourself, Ma." Zen's words grabbed the rice pitcher in Bu Nuril's hand.

He put a little rice. He also enjoyed the steak cooked by Bu Nuril. He even enjoyed more than three slices of the steak. When he finished eating, he would pick up a grape. But the baritone voice of Mr. Ahmed made his hand movements stop.

"Don't go long if you want to go. You said you only stayed one night. Don't bring anything and don't accept anything your Mama gave you." Said Mr. Ahmed flat. His view doesn't even shift from the magazine.

Zen hardened his molar teeth. How could he have a father who was so conscienceless. The wound on his forehead was not even too dry. He has been asked to leave, there is no worry that Mr. Ahmed shows Zen. The Bungsu Bu Nuril stood up immediately.

He even pushed his chair with his feet. He went upstairs, where his room was.

"The zen... Wait for Nak." Call Bu Nuril.

Mr. Ahmed's wife looked intently at her husband.

"Papa outrageous. She's not well, Pa!" Shouted Bu Nuril.

He chases Zen into the room.

"Zen, don't listen to your papa." Prevent Bu Nuril.

Zen looked at his Mama.

"Please calm down, Zen will prove it to Papa. Zen can be successful without being in this house and all Papa's facilities." Zen said to Bu Nuril.

When you are on the stairs. Mr. Ahmed is standing on the first floor. He also said something that made Zen return emotions.

"If you have not been successful and successful. Never go home. One more thing, if you get caught pol PP and go to the hospital. Your mom won't let Papa swipe at you. So if you love mama nu, prove not just a cabe penitent." Said Mr. Ahmed looking at his youngest child with a mocking look.

"I wouldn't have set foot in this house if it wasn't Papa himself asking me to go home!" Shouted Zen. He immediately wanted to leave the house.

But as he was about to climb the stairs, Zen's footsteps came to a halt when he saw a woman he recognized. The woman stood behind the house assistant.

"Den, there's your ta." Said the Assistant stammered because he saw his employer was fighting with his son. The guest overheard and saw the incident. Because the stairs are in the front room.

"O-Li-via." Zen stammering. He was shocked because the woman was in his residence with the condition that he was arguing with Mr. Ahmed.

"Pretty. Who is Son? A boyfriend?" The whisper of Bu Nuril in Zen's ear.