The Soulmate of Dad

1. Must Choose

Rian Dwi Putra grew up to be a very handsome boy as well as tall. At the age of twenty years old, he was willing to help his brother manage a very large bakery owned by their father.

"Dad, what do you want this month?" ask the father who was sitting while reading the news online.

"Nothing I want" he replied with a smile.

Iyan's face looked sad to hear the answer from his father. Rion smiled and gently rubbed the youngest son's shoulders.

"This month is your birth month. It is not you who give gifts to Father, it is Father who must give gifts to you."

Iyan smiled, he looked at the dusk face of the father. He never complained to his children. As if she was holding him alone.

"Iyan didn't ask for any gifts, Dad. Iyan just asked Dad to be healthy always and long life. Accompany Iyan until Iyan finds a companion."

Rion stroked the son's hair. If, discussing age, he will be more pessimistic. He was afraid, God called him before Iyan found a companion. However, he also could not change the fate that God had written.

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"Hi, Mas's handsome."

Iyan who was preparing a drink for the customer just smiled. He knows whose voice it is. Iyan is still focused on customer orders. The bakery works together with the cafe owned by the sister-in-law. Iyan is believed to be a barista there as well as a cafe manager.

"Dih, my time is stolen." The lady who had the bangs grunted because half an hour had passed she waited for Iyan, but the one who was waiting was busy with her work.

"Poor deh who is not pamelinated," Iyan sneered with a deft hand to make a drink.

The woman put on her ugly face and made Iyan laugh. When she was done, she approached the woman at the cafe kitchen table.

"Why the hell?" Iyan gently rubbed the bangs. Instead of answering, the woman was even struggling spoiled on Iyan's arm. The workers there already knew who the woman was. Women who like to go into the kitchen cafe also make out with the sister of the cafe owner.

"Do you want hot chocolate?" tawar Iyan's. The woman shook her head.

"I want out."

Iyan looked towards his watch. It was only eight at night, but he could not leave the cafe just like that.

"The new eleven is closed."

"Lady!" his screeches. Iyan always asked the woman to joke because she would never have the heart to see the woman he loved grieved.

Time kept turning and the woman faithfully waited for Iyan. Playing mobile alone at the kitchen table.

"Over the top, here is the smell of smoke" said Iyan.

"Now ah!"

Iyan just smiled and shook his head. Eleven o'clock in the evening the cafe just closed. However, Iyan was only able to go home at half twelve and the woman was still faithfully waiting for Iyan.

"Is everything in order?" ask the girl.

"Udah." The woman held Iyan's hand and their steps stopped on Iyan's matic motorbike.

"The habit is not to wear a jacket," Iyan scolded.

"Dih, pan I just got home gawe. I didn't go to work on the bike" he replied.

Iyan just shook his head. The appearance of the woman from top to bottom. A rough breath coming out of his mouth.

"That skirt is less material?" sergeant Iyan.

"Currently, what? This guy's the skirt I used to wear."

"This is when riding the motorbike, the skirt is getting revealed to the top. Understood?" Iyan slightly pressed his words.

The woman clucked in annoyance and stared intently at Iyan. "Brewl yah!"

Now, Iyan turned to stare at the woman with the hand she folded in front of the chest. "I was telling you in terms of kindness. It's aurat, that aurat can't be shown."

"Yes, yes." The woman replied in a very lazy tone. "Udah atuh, we walk. I'm hungry."

A rough sigh escaped from Iyan's mouth for the umpteenth time. Iyan handed me his jacket. When it was about to be used by the woman Iyan forbade it. The woman scrunched her forehead.

A pure white hand hugged Iyan's stomach from behind. He put his head on the back of the man who always treated him very well. Although sometimes very annoying.

They arrived at Angkringan where they were subscribed. Iyan ordered what he wanted and the woman who was seriously staring at the screen of her phone. Iyan sat down beside the woman while sighing harshly.

"Hat habit!"

Iyan's nagging made the woman look over. The sharp look he gave .

"If there is a problem of nonsense, not even avoid." That is the advice Iyan gave.

Instead of answering, the woman's eyes were even teary. Iyan immediately hugged his body very tightly.

"No bosen what a mute cry," said Iyan again.

A choice, that's what someone is demanding of the woman. He was angry, he was disappointed. Why should I choose? Why can't he accept such a situation?

Their food has come. Iyan took the tissue and wiped away the woman's tears. Iyan's sweet smile was able to make her heart calm. Iyan was able to make him forget what he was facing.

Iyan looked towards the watch. It's past twelve. "Go home, yuk!" The woman shook her head. He hugged Iyan's arm even more.

"Have you chatted me this. It's not good that girls come home from work instead of coming home and stopping by first."

The woman looked up at Iyan's face. The indigo kid is a big boy now. Become a handsome young man and also warm.

"Why?" ask Iyan astonished.

"Flat."

Iyan laughed at the woman's reply. He gently brushed the woman's hair.

"Go home, yeah." Iyan's gentle speech was able to make the woman nod slowly

Iyan took out his wallet, but was prevented by the woman. "It's an old date, surely you haven't paid." Iyan laughed and the woman took the money in the bag to pay for everything they ordered.

"Thank you."

The woman frowned. He didn't understand why this annoying kid was getting more and more polite.

"I mean I pay."

"So often so I can eat for free." Candaan Iyan was able to make the woman laugh out loud. Comfortable, that's how he feels.

Iyan's forehead shriveled when he saw a car in front of the fence of the woman's house that was in the middle of a piggy bank with him. When his motorbike stopped to wait for the gate to open, someone he knew approached. He forced the hand of the woman with him.

"Deliver!"

Iyan turned off the motor and he immediately injured the two human children.

"Not be rude Bang!" Iyan Bentak.

"Don't interfere! It's the same cave business as the cave girl!" his reply.

"Detachable. The Fa. It hurts!" The woman's hand was still blocked hard enough to make Iyan furious. He pushed the man's body quite roughly.

"Don't be rude to a girl!" Vigils of anger had already appeared on his face.

"Are you actually related to cave girls?" push the man. Iyan's forehead shriveled at hearing that.

"relationship? Brother himself knows how my relationship with Brother Bee. Why question again?" Iyan was really confused. Only an upset whimper came out of Raffa's mouth, the man's name was Raffa.

"Bee, now you choose ... I what is he?" press Raffa while pointing towards Iyan.

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