The Poor Man Turns Out to be a President

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"YES PA! THE TESPACK IS MINE. CONTENTEDLY! THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR!" firsi said he could no longer bear to keep evading. His father would still force him to confess. Firsi who was also enveloped in anger immediately spoke as he was.

"Ja-so right this is yours Firsi. Whose son are you Firsi with! WHOSE SON!" elena snapped in a trembling voice, not believing that her son could do anything inappropriate to embarrass his own family.

Firsi was back in silence, her head lowered. He did not dare to look at the faces of his parents, especially his father Devon. Until Elena came back to talk for Firsi to admit it.

"Well ask Firsi, who are you pregnant with? Who has desecrated you?." Elena again lowered her tone, looking at the terrified look on her face.

"Ma's bath!" finally Firsi also said who the child she was carrying.

"The bath? From the Dharvanta family that's what you mean! Yes Firsi?" devon asked staring intently.

"yes pa. I've been holding him accountable, but Handian doesn't want to take responsibility. He kicked me out and asked me to leave" replied Firsi nervously, as it had been revealed. Wanna dodge? It won't be able to. His choice now was to be honest with everyone.

"BASIC MAN BR*NGS*K! JUST BE NICE, DON'T TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!" Devon is engulfed in the flames of anger seeing the princess he cares about get dirty by a man like Handian.

While Elena sobbed, she covered her face with her palm. She failed at being a mother. Educating one child only he could not. Firsi felt guilty for her mother. She wanted to hug Elena, but her hands were instead brushed aside.

"You're being vindicated or indeed of your own accord with Firsi's conscious state? Mama answered honestly," asked Elena looking disappointedly at Firsi.

"I realized ma, not being threatened or anything else. I'm sorry pa ma. I'm wrong, he promised to take responsibility. But in fact he's disavowed. I'm sorry pa ma, I'm nyesel!" firsi said heartily while pleading to be forgiven by both parents.

"DUMB BOY! You want to be lied to. Where is a man who can keep his promise if he even ngajak good first. You don't think in the future how huh! Where do we put our Firsi faces? If people know you are pregnant without a husband. Our family must have been labeled bad. You didn't think about that? It should be before you think twice!" said Devon was sitting limp in a sofa feeling very disappointed.

"I'm sorry pa, I admit my mistakes are unjustified. I'm sorry!"

"Free you say sorry now. Before you do that, do you think about it?. Everything has happened, the rice has become porridge. How do you keep going? Mama's shy Firsi, mama's shy!" Elena again sobbed to feel the pain of her own child.

The daughter he cared for with affection and love even disappointed him many times over. It makes him ashamed to leave the house. She thought Firsi would be her proud daughter, but all turned around. Not in accordance with the reality.

"How many months are you pregnant?" the question that Elena had wanted to ask, because she was curious to see Firsi's stomach begin to bulge.

"Tromp two months ma."

"WHAT! TWO MONTHS? YOU FUCKING KID. YOU'VE BEEN COVERING IT UP FROM YOU ALL THAT TIME! YOU REALLY WANT TO BE TAUGHT FIRSI LESSON!" Devon was about to punch Firsi in the face, but his hand was blocked by someone from behind making his movements stop. Devon turned to the side, as did Elena and Firsi.

"Kissar....."

Yes it turns out Zulfa was the one who stopped Devon's hand from hitting Firsi. Zulfa had heard everything from earlier, he eavesdropped behind the door. When he arrived, he overheard his father being angry with a high tone. Make Zulfa snooze in and choose to listen first. He wanted to ascertain what made his father so angry. His eyes caught the figure of Firsi who turned out to be an angry father maker.

Zulfa listened to the end, until one fact left him so shocked. He was stunned for a moment until the sound of his father's clasping made him come to his senses. Zulfa was not in the thought of his half-sister who could do such a disgusting thing. Despite his silence, Zulfa kept watching until a movement from his father's hand made Zulfa unable to hide anymore. He barged in and held his father's hand so as not to hit Firsi.

"Don't play rough pa, she's pregnant," Zulfa's reprimand shocked the three of them with her sudden arrival. Not suddenly from last night he had intended to visit and had contacted his father as well.

"When did you come Zulfa? Why don't you tell papa first." Devon is shocked to see Zulfa coming.

"Since then, I'm sorry I heard everything. Papa don't play with Firsi. However, he does not want to be like this either" Zulfa said softly, though he himself was very surprised.

"Firsi watch your talk! You are wrong you should not be like this! Your brother doesn't know anything, he just wants to protect you. But you're actually yelling at him!"

"I DON'T NEED A DEFENSE FROM HIM!" firai's mouth angrily pointed towards Zulfa who was standing beside her father.

"When do you want to hate me? Don't like me? I was wrong with you Firsi. I love you, but you hate me. Where's wrong? Say Firsi."

"Omong empty! Don't be so good with me. I don't like that mask! I have not liked it before! The son of papa's pride who is always dear. Papa ever thought I existed! Just get out of here!" banish Firsi pushed Zulfa's body to the floor and accidentally scratched the edge of his hand from a table of glass material.

Making Zulfa's wrist bleed. He grimaced in pain from a strong scratch. Devon immediately helped Zulfa to get back on his feet and see the blood coming out of Zulfa's hands. His anger was re-ignited, Firsj's curls were completely outrageous. Zulfa wanted to defend him, but he was not good.

"Ow! Shhh," ringis Zulfa saw his hand hurt.

"Gosh, your hands are bleeding, son. It should be treated immediately so as not to get an infection" Devon said.

"YOU'RE OUTRAGEOUS FIRSI! HE'S YOUR BROTHER, ZULFA JUST WANTS TO PROTECT YOU. BUT YOU PUSHED HIM TO THE POINT OF GETTING HURT. WHERE'S YOUR BRAIN! NOT THAT THANK YOU FOR ACTING OUT OF BOUNDS!" joked Devon, his emotions overflowed. Not finished with the surprising thing, now plus Firsi even back to do the act to make Zulfa hurt.

"Enough mas! You don't blame Firsi. He's like this because of you! Your treatment is too favoritism!" sahut Elena did not accept the attitude of her husband who always blamed Firsi.

"What did you say? I choose love? You are not aware of your words. All this time I've always been fair to them. Even my college firsi is financing. While Zulfa had to make his own money, lucky he had a scholarship. He graduated with his own hard work, not money from me! That's what you say, choose! You as a mother should be aware, from a small Firsi you are always spoiled. It's like this, you're not good at educating her!" bright Devon was fed up with the attitude of his wife who always thought he was favoritism between Zulfa and Firsi.

"Had pa not continued, I will not pa-pa later the wound can be treated. Papa don't be mad at Mama and Firsi. If my presence is disturbing, I will leave now. Sorry pa, Zulfa adds to the murky problem."

"That's so son, papa misses you. Wait here a minute, don't rush home." Devon looked back at Firsi who was snorting in annoyance.

"You go to the room now! Don't make me angry with you. And this is not done yet, we will discuss later. Take your daughter to the room, don't do it again!" tell Devon to Elena.

Elena also brought Firsi to her room. If her husband was already angry, she did not dare to argue anymore. If angry at the normal stage, Elena still dared to say. But her husband's anger was now at the top of the crown, making her afraid to argue.

"Bi, aunt.." call Devon on the art.

"Yes, sir, what's wrong?" tanya bi Atin came after hearing a call from Devon.

"Please get me the P3K box in the corner drawer."

"Okay, a minute"

Soon Bi Atin again brought the box P3K requested by Devon. He opened it and started putting a little revanol on the cotton pad to clean the wound. After that he gave a little red medicine to prevent infection. Zulfa slightly grimaced, feeling her skin touched by the red medicine so sore.

"Hold a minute, son. Well already, later to the house you change yes if such a dirty. The scratches on your hands are wide. Forgive your mother and sister's attitude, they've always been like this. Papa feels failed, papa can not protect you," said Devon bowed weakly, regret always enveloped him.

"Well, let's not say it, don't. I understand the attitude of Mama and Firsi. I hope one day they can be good to me. Papa did not fail really, papa has tried to educate and give the best for your daughter," replied Zulfa gave understanding.

"Ohh yes pa, sorry Verko can't come here. He was working, he wanted me to come to work. But I took a day off so I could come here. Papa should?" Zulfa switched the conversation so that his father would not discuss it mulu.

"Good papa, thank you for coming here to visit papa."