The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 24. The Tribune
Chapter 24. The Tribune
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"Negative thinking can lead to lifelong regret".
Ever since she learned that Andhira was a widow, she has come back to find life.
Oase tub in the desert.
Gentle attitude, delicious cuisine, good cakes, simple personality, clearly add a plus point to the figure.
He runs into Bastian, when he wants to see his sister.
"Hey, you" said Abhimanyu.
"I sir?" bastian pointed to himself.
"You're not Raka's Om"
"Right sir" replied Bastian who was still covered in question marks.
"Where were you last night, house people on busy your nyariin"
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Bastian
He was very surprised when his boss suddenly called his name.
Even more surprised, he asked the whereabouts of himself who returned late, because he visited Mr. Darmono's house to discuss the development process.
"Where does the boss know"
"I have an interest sir, and I forgot to tell Brother Dhira, also mother" he said lowered his head.
"Other times don't make the house person worry!!"
"And sorry for my attitude the other day" said Abhimanyu immediately breezed away.
Bastian was dumbstruck, when he heard his boss's words.
Since when did he become concerned about his family affairs???
And one more thing, is he sorry???
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Rabbet
Today is the first Sunday in December, clearly signaling the province's high-profile match will already be on the title Monday tomorrow.
Raka who joined the team made by Pak Kemal and Pak Renaldi, of course, was ready for the match.
Serious exercises that he has been doing for the last two months, they hope to provide optimal results.
Champion.
He and his team had left earlier that day, heading for the city's biggest sports arena.
He even asked Dhira and his family to attend, as well as give encouragement.
But not surprisingly, the prestigious match between schools was apparently heard into Indra's ears.
His father was seen coming with a mistress who always wore the lontong shirt, making it very uncomfortable.
"Raka" call Indra.
Raka looked up, trying to smile. In fact, he wanted to curse.
"Excited, I support you" he said clenched his hands.
Raka smiled with compulsion, "thank you" as soon as she left the two men.
Go and join his team.
"It shouldn't have come, being with the woman" he thought blankly.
His heart suddenly had no spirit, especially he knew that his mother would be present at this place.
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Andhira
He was confused looking for the entrance of the big sports building.
"Later ask the officer if you are confused" he remembered the words of his son.
He came alone, his mother could not accompany him. Because it has already received the order of savory rice for the celamatan people.
While Bastian, this Monday certainly he will fight with all the commands of Rania, which is fairly complex and perfectionist.
He stepped his legs straight, there were a lot of people flocking to watch this game.
"Mas, the SMP TUNAS BANGSA match" he told an officer in a yellow shirt.
"Mum's ticket"
He handed over a ticket that Raka had given him.
"Please"
He entered the room, showing the field when the volleyball was studded with children who were warming up.
He sat in the stands, according to his ticket number.
Maybe support their child too.
But the unexpected thing, he saw Indra who was about 2 meters from his seat. With that woman again
For God's sake, he's really not ready.
Raka was seen waving her hands at him, he replied.
The corn-haired woman, staring dislikefully at him. Making Dhira immediately shift her gaze.
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Abhimanyu
He even canceled all important meetings, just to participate with Jodhi, to watch his nephew's school match.
While diving, drink water.
His main goal, in addition to delivering Jodhi, is to meet with Dhira.
How quaint.
Rania of course can not come, the woman is really hardworking.
"Come on, let's start this" whined Jodhi.
Sort of impatient, also in a hurry.
They after running towards the spectator stands, had a child really bothered.
Her thought.
"Tante Dhira" his nephew waved, as soon as he saw Dhira.
I don't know why, he was happy. Got a proper seat.
"Hi, we'll see you again"
Again, this is the word that was first spoken.
Dhira simply smiled, without returning his greeting.
"Tante, that's Raka ya" said Jodhi.
"Yes, handsome yes" said Dhira, this time he replied Jodhi.
"Beautiful, his mother is beautiful" Jodhi said as he continued to look at the field.
Dhira became misbehaved with Jodhi's words, especially beside him there was a man.
Abhimanyu was so amazed by the appearance of Dhira, the more beautiful it always becomes.
That simple and polite dress, always making a gall in his heart that had long since disappeared, now reappeared.
The man who is indisposed to love is transformed into ABG who is interested in the beautiful vortex of falling in love.
Fiery.
Even Gwen's shadow, no longer perched on her mind.
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The match looks to be starting, Raka also looks to play with a burning spirit.
Many times hard spikes are able to produce points for his team.
Sorai cheer, also applause always accompanied each point was printed.
Far above the opposing team, from other SMPs
"Yeee, wuuuuu" said all supporters of TUNAS BANGSA volleyball team.
Apparently the audience stands that were originally empty, now look solid.
As Raka earned net points from 24 to 25, all TUNAS NATION supporters cheered. Even Dhira also stood up, cheering.
Marking the first set won by TUNAS BANGSA.
But as he stood up, the phone on his lap dropped. He even forgot the object he had just made to photograph his son, to be made into a story' on his social network.
Abhimanyu who saw it, with a fast motion festive mobile phone lying on the floor.
Unexpectedly, at the same time Dhira also took the object.
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Deg, man,
Their hands touched each other, accidentally.
They looked at each other, among the other crowd still standing.
"I'm sorry" said Abhimanyu, who noticed discomfort on Dhira's face.
"Thank you" he said as he picked up the phone, with an embarrassed face.
"Why with my heart" he said.
"Oh, no. This stupid heart is why this is so" Abhimanyu said in his heart
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