The Poor Girl Owns the CEO

Layla is not wrong, ma'am

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"Wait for what else! Cepet sono liet the cave boy!" yanto Bentak.

Sangar-faced man, tall and thin, with arms full of tattoos. Can no longer compromise when it comes to her little daughter.

"Huaaaaa don't want to, huaaaa Dea don't want to be the same kaka, kaka naughty, kaka evil!" dea said in between her tears.

Tati stared intently at Dea who fell on the floor, her two legs continued to move up and down, while her two tiny hands thrashed, trying to get rid of Layla's hands that wanted to help her move.

Sreek.

Bugh.

"Akkkhh!" peekit Layla's.

Tati pulled Layla's shoulder violently, until Layla fell on the floor.

Tati's nagging voice inside the house, provoking Yanto's curiosity.

"What else are you doing this time, Layla! Oh, my God, I didn't think of you!" Tati scratched her head in frustration.

To two hands Tati stretched out between the armpits of Dea, then carrying Dea who was still crying with a whim. Trying to calm his little daughter.

Layla moved from her position, feeling pain in her buttocks that kissed the floor.

"Layla is okay with Dea, ma'am... Dea fell on her own with the chair's leg." Layla said honestly.

"Lied you! The child does not know himself! Still defending themselves. You must have pushed Dea until she fell!" accuse Yanto with his sarcasm, paying attention to Dea's two flushed knees.

Layla shook her head quickly. "No sir, Layla didn't push Dea. From this Layla ngerjain pr, Dea really humming. You and I can ask Dea if you don't believe in Layla."

Yanto rubbed Dea's knee, then blew it. "Kasian father, did you really fall by yourself, Dea?" yanto asked with a probing gaze, he snatched Dea from Tati's sling.

Dea glanced at Layla's face, before finally opening her mouth, saying what she wanted to say. Without thinking long, what will be received Layla later.

"Say baby, what have you done with you? Is Layla naughty with Dea? Let's talk to mom and dad!" urged Tati, demanding her little daughter to talk, her outstretched hands swept a clear bulb that soaked her chubby cheeks.

"So Layla is naughty mom, if Layla doesn't want to play with Dea, then Layla----"

Not finished Dea spoke, Tati who heard him immediately ignited emotions.

"Laila! I don't teach you to be rude just like you!" tati's nagging with glaring eyes.

"Don't just in omelin, teach your child a lesson, let him understand the meaning of love as sodara, Tat! What a lesson you need.The cave gives to your beloved son, Tat!" Yanto yelled at Tati, but a sharp look he gave Layla.

Layla felt the heat in her two eyes, holding onto something that was about to break through, and now piled up profusely in her eyes.

Layla's heart rate raced faster, feeling tightness in the chest over the words that were thrown bitterly from the lips of the man who stood by his stepfather.

"Layla is not wrong, sir, ma'am! Layla's okay with Dea!" layla said with a wailing look.

Dea, who heard Yanto's voice, cried again. It was misinterpreted by Yanto and Tati. They thought that Dea was crying because she was sick, because she had been hurt by Layla.

Tati swallowed her saliva, looking at Layla and Dea's faces in turn.

On one side Layla is a caveboy from her previous marriage to Noval, and one side is a Dea cave boy from her current cave marriage to Yanto.

"Wait what else, Tati!" yanto snapped with affectionate strokes of Dea's head, trying to calm his little daughter. Yanto brought Dea into the room.

Instead of stopping crying, Dea's voice grew louder, she gripped the clothes Yanto was wearing tightly.

"Huaaaa, huaaaa, huaaa."

Prak, bugh, prak.

Tati's hands floated on Layla's arms, shoulders, and back violently.

"Bad child, if you tell your parents never to recede, you dissident child! What are you Layla!" tati screams with her hand that keeps hitting Layla.

"Aakkkkhh pardon buuu.. geez, Layla is not wrong buuu, akhh sick ma'am, hiks." screams Layla cries broke, tears continue to flow profusely in to the two penelupuk eyes sayu Layla, she said, when his body now felt the pain and heat of the blow that Tati gave him.

Layla screams and cries, as if blinding to the eyes of Tati and Yanto. The affection they had for Dea, as if closing their ears to both.

To two parents, who are supposed to provide protection for the child. It was precisely to give a wound that would imprint in Layla's heart for the rest of her life.

Sreeek.

Tati drags Layla's hand, and takes her inside the bathroom.

"Sick mom.. geez mom!" whine Layla.

Perches.

Tati closed the bathroom door violently, and locked it from the outside.

Sorry mom, Layla. Consider this a lesson for you to be more affectionate in the future with your sister, Dea.

Tati left Layla just like that inside the bathroom, after locking the bathroom door from the outside.

Bugh bugh.

Layla banged on the bathroom door, exclaiming. I wish my mother would open the door for him.

"Open buuu, Layla really does what Dea does... Dea fell by herself ma'am got hit by the chair leg!" layla said softly, explaining what happened, but still no one would care about her.

Layla's body inched downwards, until she sat on the cold bathroom floor. His hand hit the door.

Bugh bugh.

"Open the door, ma'am, sir, Layla's really not wrong!" layla said with a still-sounding cry. Layla leaned her head against the door. The coldness now rippled on his skin. Makes her hug her own body tightly.

Sweet memories while still together with a whole family, flashed across his head. Making a smile etched on Layla's lips sincerely.

I miss my old father, I miss my old mother. You guys used to love me so much. Care about me, but now that you have Dea and Lulu. Your love for me seems lost and limited.

When Dea and Lulu cry, it's not my fault. You guys don't hesitate to hit me, am I not your real son? Who am I in your eyes? Am I not the one who wants to be born into the world? Until you easily beat me, blame me, curse me, I want to be happy with you. I want to be loved by mom, sir, dad, mom.

The love that you once gave me, until the affection was more and more lost and almost no longer felt after the birth of Lulu and Dea in this world. The presence of the two made the distance between me, mother and father more visible.

In the front room, Yanto continued to grumble, with an exasperated look at Tati. Seeing the woman who is now his wife is smearing bruise reliever ointment on the two knees Dea.

"Not mind him! Look at this, because of your son! The cave boy is crying! Her knees are red! The insolent child, the protege who is the true Tati!" omel Yanto's.

"A less harsh cave is any more the same Layla, Yan! The cave is already angry that child, the cave hit it using the cave hand, now the conciin cave in the bathroom. Less hard what else is Layla's cave?" tanya Tati with a pushy look.

Yanto moved from his seat, pointing to Tati with his index finger. "Less loud! If hard, that child will not be the same! Mentang mentang his biological father is rich, has money. Can arbitrarily be the same as the cave boy.gua nyadar if the cave is not a father who can be in andelin ama your child! But at will, your son realized that this cave is his father now! Dea adenya!"

Yanto then snatched the jacket behind the room door, the motorbike on the table.

"Where else are you going, Yanto?" tati asked with a suspicious look.

"Tongrongan, stuffy cave at home. You take care of your son!" sulk Yanto looked pityfully at the slumbering Dea in Tati's lap.

"Don't go home your night, don't use that bastard again you!" tati's message even though Yanto won't listen to her words.

Seriate...

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Pouring all the money through the word. From word to sentence. From a sentence strung together into a work 😅😅😅