The Smile of Love for Anaya

SCUA - Bab 23

"Papa will never let you play music!" papa Gerald slammed the guitar that had just been snatched from his son's room.

"What are you doing?! Huh! Your life is good Gerald. Focus on learning because one day you will be the sole heir of Papa! Your future is well-ordered!" papa Gerald snapped to his son.

At first Gerald asked permission to both parents to participate in the singing competition. However, who would have thought both parents instead of giving permission instead. Papa Gerald went on a rampage and did not allow his son to play music or sing.

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Papa Gerald, slammed his son's guitar repeatedly to shatter shapeless.

Gerald was silent, clenching both his hands tightly. Both of his eyes were reddened, restraining his anger as well as his tears.

"Pa, stop! Sometimes give Gerald a chance," said the wife to her husband who was still covered in emotion.

"I said no! Still no!!" he answered with emotion, then walked out of Gerald's room with a still angry feeling in his chest.

"Gerald, forgive your Papa. You take it easy, Mama will try to persuade Papa so that he gives you permission to take the race you want." After saying that, Mama Gerald left there without caring about Gerald's feelings who was currently very hurt.

Gerald rubbed the corner of his eyes, then exhaled heavily. Look at his guitar with a punch. The guitar was shredded out of shape, unable to be repaired.

***

Meanwhile. Ica was looking at the beautiful woman standing before her.

"Yes my. This barbie what's human? Real pretty?" inner Ica. It even equates to its own shabby appearance and wry smell.

"Come! It's my Mommy." Anaya nudged the arm of Ica who had been dumbstruck since.

Ica flinched in shock as her hands were in a fist. " Eh, what's up?" ask Ica gelagapan.

"Mommy I want to meet you." Anaya repeated her words.

Ica looked at Gwen who was smiling gently towards her.

"Ah, Auntie, do not praise me lethargic," Ica replied blushing in shame, raising her glass minus. Then Ica kissed the back of Gwen's hand politely.

"Well, you're beautiful. Mommy if you see Ica to be remembered Mother Irene," said Gwen to her daughter.

"Yes, yeah. The difference is that Mother the person is short if Ica is high like a model," Anaya replied confirming.

"Come, you sit down again, why stand up" Gwen told her daughter and Ica

"Yes, Auntie" Ica replied as she sat down on the sofa in Anaya's room.

"Mom, I'm gonna take a shower. Go with Ica first" Anaya told her mother.

Gwen nodded in response as she looked at Anaya who was walking towards the bathroom.

"Tante was happy that Anaya brought his friend here" Gwen told Ica.

"Had never been here before?" ask Ica carefully.

"It's hard to get along" replied Gwen.

Ica thought hard, is it true that the child of a crazy rich is difficult to get along? If it is difficult to get along with it must be a lot of their peers who approach.

"Tante wants to prepare dinner. You wanna come or just stay here?" ask Gwen.

"Come, Aunt. It must have been Naya long in her bathroom, "Ica replied.

"Come on!" take Gwen out of the room and be followed by Ica.

In the middle of the stairs. Ica was made short of breath when she saw Aiden bare-chested, it looks like the man just finished exercising.

"Daddy!!" gwen rebukes her husband. Then glanced at Ica who looked up, staring at the ceiling.

"I don't see anything" Ica said.