The Love Of Racer Badboy

Boy Struggles with Mama

The Boy residence.

The house should be a comfortable place and a real home, a place to rest and calm down. But it turned scary. Mother's figure was supposed to be where she complained, where she was spoiled, where she asked for good advice, but, she didn't meet in this house. There was, only a heartless woman.

When I was a kid, maybe Boy didn't understand anything, but when he was big he realized everything, the woman who gave birth to him was really bad, the woman who only knew how to shop, spend a lot of money, spend a lot of money, go to the salon and have fun, but do not carry out his duties as a good wife or mother.

“Where have you been?” mama Boy asked with her waist, her hands and fingers full of jewelry. His long, red nails rang because he played, his hair in dark brown blonde, appearing to sway as he spoke, as he clamped it half-coupled.

“From outside,” replied Lazy Boy.

“You should apologize to Mama's friend, Boy!”

“Friends? Which friend? A friend who doesn't have a brain? That bia*dap friend? Sorry, Ma! Will Never!” Boy melengos left his mother and was about to climb the stairs to his room.

“Boy, she's Mama's friend. You should treat him well. Mama doesn't want you to be that way to her!” mom Boy Threat.

“Shiit!" The boy clumped hard, hitting the handle of the stairs firmly. “You know Mom, I'm so disgusted by you and your friend. If you weren't my mom, maybe I'd already kicked you!” Boy's eyes lit up red. “Gue better off dead, than I'm sorry same pel*cur kel*min it!” hina Boy is disgusted at his mother's affair.

“You! How dare you fight and argue Mama!” Mama Boy shouted loudly.

“Mama made me brave! My mother made me insolent! What's wrong, Papa? Where's the fault? Papa works desperately looking for money as much as possible, pampering Mama, anything for Mama. Papa is always faithful. But what Ma! Whahuh? You're having an affair with a dog*an who only memorizes your money!”

“What do you mean Boy, he's Mama's friend!”

“Hahahha!” Boy's laughing wryly. “Friends Mama said? Friend but demen, yes!” Boy exhaled a rough breath, then continued his words again. “Mama was selfish, never loved me and papa. Ignoring me and Papa. Bad mom!”

“What did you say?” Mama Boy walked over and ... Plaque! He slapped Boy's cheek.

Ahahaha! “Tap, Mom! Slap it! Slap until satisfied!”

After a mouth war and ending in a slap on Boy's cheek, he chose to go up the stairs, getting into his room by slamming the door very strongly. Before long, he came back down, carried a bag of back stables, and left the house, leaving his mother who was still staring at him sharply.

Boy was riding his bike for almost two hours, he went to the villa by the beach. The villa is privately owned, a gift from her Papa when she was 17 years old with the theme of sweet sevenen birthday.

He gave the bag, motorcycle keys, and helmet to the villa guard. Then, choose to walk along the beach with a heart and mind that is confused while carrying a bottle of alcohol and nuts that he had bought at the supermarket.

He really keeps his mother's affair alone, never telling his friend, girlfriend, or father. A few breaths he took out.

Boy finally chose to sit on the beach, the cigarette he burned, igniting a red fire at the end. The smoke rolls look neatly flying under the sea breeze. Slowly, Boy unscrewed the bottle from his alcoholic drink. Sip a sip after a sip of that sip, sour, sweet, bitter, and pungent drink. It feels really nano-nano.

“I hate all this!" his murmur was upset, sipping alcohol while sucking his cigarette.

🎵Sikok for duo, sikok for duo! There was a ringtone on his cellphone.

He reached out from his pants pocket. “Who the hell, bother aja!” He's whining. “Uncle?” he said he read the name. The one who called him was his father's secretary.

“Yes, Hello. What's up Uncle?”

“What!” Boy's surprised.