The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 30. Visited
Chapters 30. Visited
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"The path of life is like a mystery, which the owner sometimes can not guess. Occasionally spin like a pedati wheel"
The dimness of the room lamp makes the atmosphere increasingly warm, but contrasts with the feeling of the owner of the room.
Is Abhimanyu, a handsome man who is indisputable in love. Looked at the ceiling in his room.
His feeling was cold, empty and the space in the recesses of his heart was also dark.
He was still heavily producing white smoke, from the balcony of his room.
Sucking his cigarette deep, closing his eyes.
His encounter with a single parent from his niece's friend, clearly made a beam of bright light seep into his heart cavity.
And today, he was quite happy. Devan has done his word well.
"Sorry sir, I forgot my hunting photo"
"It's too good"
"I regret not leaving for you 😁"
Devan's hilarious report made him smile, which means that today Andhira's tavern will have customers ahead.
But honestly, his heart felt pain when he knew that the woman was in financial trouble.
It is also impossible for him to attack to directly help without a relevant reason. The attitude of Dhira who is always shy tends to avoid is clearly the difficulty at this time.
"Did her ex-husband never help her at all" she grumbled.
He knows, the cost of school in TUNAS BANGSA is not cheap.
"CK, why did I think so far" Abhimanyu rubbed his face rough.
Again and again, his mind was focused on the woman.
He scrunched up a cigarette into the crystal ashtray on his desk, and immediately he chose to throw his body on his king size mattress.
Closing his eyes, hoping a distant dream took him.
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Devan, who was in Abhimanyu's room, was seen sitting with his face down.
"Why do you think Van?"
"How's what?" inner Devan.
"I don't know sir" he answered briefly.
Yes, Abhimanyu apparently was asking for advice to his assistant.
He wanted to come to the store, but for relevant reasons.
It would be very strange if he arrived to come there, without a shadow of aling-aling.
Devan feels careless, after all why not just go there if you want to buy, why must this complicated.
Eventually, he will get hit.
Not finished their conversation, a noise was heard from outside.
Devan opened the door, and how surprised they saw Jodhi who was there.
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Abhimanyu was still staring at his nephew, who was doing the truancy.
Devan was also still standing behind Jodhi's seat, staring fixedly at the boy.
"Why truant?"
"Bored" ketus Jodhi.
Abhimanyu sighed.
"There's Raka"
"Raka hasn't come home yet, still taking his team to fight" Jodhi stared intently at Abhimanyu.
"God, why did I forget"
" So?" Abhimanyu asked, looking at his nephew.
"Bring me to Aunt Dhira's house!!!!"
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Devan eventually takes on the temporary task of Abhimanyu, because Jodhi's blind whining leaves Abhimanyu with no choice.
One paddle, two three islands are surpassed. Yes, this phrase is suitable not to describe the current state of Abhimanyu.
His beloved granddaughter arrived, he was initially confused by what reason to come to Dhira's shop, with the sudden presence of Jodhi now his head seemed to get a yellow light from Albert Einstein.
What a brilliant idea.
"How come this way well" Jodhi felt this was not the way that the other day he passed with Raka.
"Tante Dhira moved in, he opened the shophouse!" brightest.
"Kok Raka never told me"
"Raka's still quarantined with his team"
Without feeling, now they had arrived in front of a new two-story building.
Right next to the Jln intersection. Jasmine.
Seen some people who went in and out of the place, it seems there has been a wriggle of buying and selling transactions.
Visual Ruko Dhira
(Credit photo from google)
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Abhimanyu
He identified the building after he had descended from his iron horse. Put his hands in his two pants pocket.
Spreading his gaze, his inner "frozen" spoke.
He looked at Jodhi who had first entered, it seemed like his nephew had a slight bloodline from him.
Dare.
His heart ached suddenly, in order to remember Rania's words.
"Pity brother, the car he pawns for the construction of shophouse mbak Dhira"
He sighed.
He fizzed in disbelief, he could usually think so far.
Help?, but on what basis?
Cih, it's really sad.
He is not a man who just knows the love of monkeys, he is an adult man who puts forward logic.
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Andhira
Since the sudden incident yesterday afternoon, he really asked Shinta to help him.
"Mas Rangga ngijinin Dhir" Shinta's carefree speech over the phone last night, clearly made her happy as well as calm.
He also did not expect, Bastian's suggestion of the prospect of his business with Bu Kartika could be given smoothness. Even on the first day it opens.
"I fried this in the back first" said Shinta, carrying a large baking sheet containing Risoles, which will go to the frying process.
And was answered by a nod by him, who was busy arranging various cakes that he had made before.
Yes, they always make a variety of these items in small quantities, but always new. To maintain the quality of food.
A place that is not too big, but clean and tidy.
Also seen some cakes that have been finished, have been presented nicely in the cake showcase on the front.
On the right side, there is a row of food products from Bu Kartika cuisine.
He was surprised when he saw the boy he knew coming to his place.
"Jodhi!!"
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Jodhis
The boy realized at school really lost his mood.
Moreover, his enmity with Chiko, apparently still continues to this day.
Raka's absence clearly made things unattractive, she grabbed her bag and walked flat-faced towards the gate.
"Sorry, it's still Den's school hours" said Mr Tejo, a security guard at the school.
Jodhi took out a piece of money in red, with the image of the Proclaimer.
Making the security guard swallow his saliva twice, was he bribed?.
"Sorry Den, I'll be the one" of course the security guard knows who Jodhi is, he is the grandson of the sultan number Wahid in the city.
"Get it, and you're safe" forced Jodhi.
It seemed, Jodhi's cold face was able to intimidate the old man.
He sauntered along with a taxi that happened to pass in front of him, making it easy to escape.
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He walked towards the shophouse with the distinctive smell of the new paint, gushing in the cavity of his nose.
Until finally a greeting from Raka's mother, welcomed her arrival.
"Jodhi!!"
"Hay Aunt, he smiled cheerfully to Andhira"
But Raka's mother looked widened her eyes, when she saw the figure behind me.
Surprised, it was like just seeing a ghost.
"Sir Abhimanyu" said aunt Dhira now calling her father as Pak.
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