The Ojek That's My Soul
The son of pride
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"You're still wearing that clown suit?"
"Do you doubt, though,
this is my personal space security!"
"Oh...,"
the man scratched his head.
"I'll let you borrow the toilet for a second, yeah,"
after his old man dressed in java it immediately ran.
"I, haven't even given him permission to use my bathroom_"
The protesting Adiguna instantly got a sharp glare from the woman next to him.
Before long a strong man appeared.
With big t-shirts and boim pants.
Netra Adiguna did not blink looking at the second appearance of this man before her.
The longing spray made his eyes instantly heat up.
Guilt and compassion suddenly appeared to tickle his heart.
But soon struck by his annoyance and selfishness.
It hardened its jaws holding the feeling somewhat unsteadily sticking out.
"Your looks are no better than before,"
with his smirk smile,
clearly he was humbling a man whose good looks and dashing down from his genes.
" pa_"
It was like Mirna pinched and grabbed this husband-ranked man next to her.
"Is your life so hard, out there?"
"Till you buy decent clothes you can't afford?"
the blemish kept coming out of Adiguna's lips.
Instead of embracing the son he had been throwing away from his world for years.
He continues to criticize and denounce, he,
as if in front of him now,
not his own flesh.
Or, he really thought he was dead.
Like what he's been inventing all this time.
"I'm comfortable like this, Pa_"
"Em, can I still call you, Papa?"
ask the curly-haired man of the boat carefully.
"Ask yourself?"
"Do you deserve to be my son?"
said Adiguna slowly but pierced to the heart.
Don't ask Jihan the cute beauty.
His face was now flooded with tears.
His nose is as red as a tomato.
In fact, he had shrunk his snot several times and cleaned it with a tissue.
"Sorry,"
"If Ali_had not deserved to be Papa's son again_"
the voice was stuck in his throat, he could as much as possible hold back his cries.
He must be strong, at least that is what he must show in front of the Papa.
He even strengthened his heart long ago.
Though the reality is beyond his shadow now.
What a middle-aged man he had so longed for so many years.
I don't like to see his presence.
As if it was garbage that must be immediately washed away so as not to cause disease.
Don't touch it, please,
even looking at him as flesh blood was reluctant.
"But, that blood relation_cannot be separated in any way."
"Why is Ali not considered anymore, at least _let Ali still consider Papa as a parent."
rojali said slightly stammered as she held something stuck in her chest.
Adiguna shook her head, not refuting a single word that came out of the mouth of the son.
The son who became his pride.
The son who is expected to be his successor.
His chest was increasingly tight considering the advice that five years ago was given the son of the pride of the Brotoseno family.
The son who knew his rottenness, and the black world he lived in.
Adiguna who had been dumped by his family, and found a woman who owned an orphanage.
Having a grudge to finish off the entire family that had thrown it away first.
Now he has done the same thing to his son.
But, what's going on?
The son did not hate him at all.
The son even lived well without a penny of treasure from him.
How could?
That is as big a question as the stone head of an Adiguna.
Duh,duh, babang Ali do not syeddih...
I will soon meet with Bebeb Fatimah.
Next chapter, maybe.hehe_
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