The Love Story of Somplak Girl

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Arga smiled as he saw nervousness filling Zahra's face. Without opening her voice, Arga pulled Zahra's hand and invited her in. Their current destination was table number eleven where Arga's parents were.

Zahra lowered her head deeply as she stood beside the table occupied by Arga's parents. The girl did not have the slightest bit of courage even if it was just raising her head. Seeing that, Arga tightened his hand.

"Mama and Papa it's been a while?" greet Arga. Kiss the backs of his parents' hands in turn. Zahra broke Arga's grip and mimicked what the man was doing.

"This is your lover?" ask mama Arga. Zahra looked down even more deeply, especially hearing the tone of Mama Arga's speech that seemed to show dislike.

Arga did not answer. He pulled the chair next to him and told Zahra to sit there. Zahra simply complied, then looked at Arga who was currently sitting his butt next to him.

"Mama and Papa why did you come home so suddenly?" asked Arga without answering her question.

"We purposely made a surprise for you. All at once, want to see what our future daughter-in-law looks like. Which family did he come from?" ask Gerry, papa Arga.

"Pa—" Arga interrupted. However, he was instantly speechless as the papa waved towards Arga, code the man to be quiet. Arga doesn't want it until his parents make Zahra uncomfortable.

"Papa's not asking you, Ga. Hi, Miss, who's your parents?" ask Gerry again. Arga snorted when he heard it.

"I'm just a parlor boy, sir." Zahra's voice sounded groggy.

"Where are your parents?" ask Melda—mama Arga. Zahra nodded weakly.

"Can you stare at your opponent when you speak?" tell Gerry. Zahra was initially hesitant, but with all the courage she had, Zahra raised her head and looked at the Arga old man in turn.

Melda shut her mouth tightly, but the middle-aged woman's eyes looked slightly patterned as she looked at Zahra's face closely. Gerry also looked at Zahra with an inexplicable look. Realizing that, Zahra lowered her head again, her heart feeling uneasy on its own.

"Pa, Mama. If you're just here to scare Zahra, I'd better go home." Arga is upset himself.

"Alright, then better now we order food first. We'll talk again." Gerry called one of the employees and ordered Arga's favorite meal.

"Master," call Zahra in a whisper. Arga turned his head, and brought his face closer when he saw the code from Zahra's eyes. "I'm kebelt."

"Pissing, Sir. I if groggy would want to go to the toilet," explained Zahra. Arga let out a long breath and then exhaled violently.

"Pa, Ma, I'll take Zahra to the toilet first." Arga stood up and pulled Zahra's hand again.

"Excuse me, Mr. Madam." Zahra bowed respectfully then walked quickly from there. Arga even got overwhelmed following Zahra's footsteps.

"Wait!" shouting Arga.

"Come, Master. If I wet the bed here, you're ashamed too." Impatiently, Zahra took off her shoes, grabbed her and walked for half a run. Arga stared in disbelief at what Zahra was doing.

Meanwhile, after the death of his son, Gerry and Melda looked at each other.

"Pa, why do I feel that Zahra is so similar to Laras huh."

"Yes, papa also saw Zahra's face very similar to Laras's. Could it be that Zahra is the lost son of Laras and Setya?" hatch Gerry. Melda was silent, but her heart confirmed her husband's prejudice.

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Who's Laras and Setya, Thor?

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