The Truth Or Dare? (Stuck in Love Killer Psychopath)

The Truth Or Dare? (Stuck in Love Killer Psychopath)
For your Good.



After Frans died, Fanco returned to his house.


He no longer saw Barbara in his guest room, only his wife Kimberly.


Fanco decided to sit next to his wife, he sat leaning on the back of his sofa and turned his head up and closed his eyes.


Don't forget to massage the base of his nose a few times.


"You're not." Fanco said furious.


"Darling, do you believe what Felix said more than our son?" Kimberly asked for certainty.


Kimberly as a woman and a mother must have felt the pain of her daughter, though her heart hesitated whether to believe in whom.


At first he did believe in Felix especially after seeing the arrival of Barbara with a foreign man.


But after hearing Barbara's story with tears, Kimberly also did not deny if she wanted to believe in her own daughter.


"Can I trust a stranger like Felix? She's Bar's husband, but she's still a stranger and a psychopath." Fanco said annoyedly.


"So how? We believe we continue. Kasian Bar, our grandson's kasian in the stress bar." Kimberly asked for an explanation and decision from her husband.


"Bar is our daughter, baby. It is not possible after seeing and hearing him tell a story with a broken state that I still do not believe. From childhood we taught him well. Even after living apart, he never lied to us." Fanco said again.


"Why are you talking rich? Why did you kick Frans out too?" Kimberly asked confusedly.


"I don't want Bar out of the crocodile hole even into the tiger cage. You heard Frans was Felix's brother. That means they're the same. I don't want Bar to end up with the same injury a second time or worse." Fanco explained bitterly.


Kimberly nodded in understanding.


"But not necessarily Frans kayak, right?" Kimberly tries to think positively.


"I don't know what Frans is? Same with Felix. But obviously, right now I'm not going to let Bar get in touch with anyone. The bar should focus on healing his heart wounds first. And also focus equally on the content." Fanco said firmly.


Kimberly nodded.


She now understood why her husband had been so hard on her daughter.


Her husband just wanted to protect their daughter.


"Remember, if Frans comes here when I'm not around, don't let Bar see him." Fanco's word to his wife.


Kimberly nodded in understanding.


Fanco immediately went upstairs to his room. He chose to flush his body with cold water flowing from the shower.


"Why did your life get ruined like a Bar? Papa used to keep you like Papa's life, but why did you get destroyed like that bastard?" Fanco asked furiously as if talking to his daughter.


He even beat the bathroom wall to vent his anger.


"Sorry Papa Bar. Papa's wrong, Papa's not gonna protect you. Papa's too easy to get rid of you first. Papa thinks that jerk is really your happiness until Papa doesn't think long." Fanco said again and continued to beat the bathroom wall, until his knuckles looked bruised, some even began to bleed.


Finally Fanco chose to stop his bathing activities and grabbed a bathrobe, put it on his body and then came out of the bathroom.


He was shocked when he came out of the bathroom, Barbara was sitting down on her bed.


"Bar, what are you doing?" Fanco asked softly.


He lifted his head and looked at his father.


Fanco of course felt a pain in the heart, seeing his daughter destroyed like that.


Fanco chose to approach her daughter and hug her daughter.


"Sorry dear Papa. Papa was rude to you earlier." Pinta Fanco.


"Bar, it's not wrong Pa. This kid's really Felix's flesh blood. I'm not lying. Frans did not lie either. He saved and protected the Bar from Felix's ruthless hands." Barbara said softly and was still trying to explain to her father.


"Std. Papa knows you're not the same. Papa believes in you. No need to cry anymore." Fanco persuaded his daughter and kissed the top of her head several times.


"But Papa was angry with Bar, Papa also kicked Frans and did not want to hear his explanation." Barbara sobbed softly and returned her father's embrace.


"Sorry baby. It's not that Papa didn't want to beat you up just now. But Papa no longer wanted to take any wrong steps. All for your good now. Don't think of the others yet. Think about the health of your fetus, Papa's grandson the same Mama and your happiness first. That's what matters now." Fanco calmed his daughter.


Barbara lowered.


"I'm sorry Pa. Sorry for being disappointed in Papa." Pinta Barbara is sad.


"Udah. You are not wrong. You just don't pick it right." Fanco persuaded his daughter.


Barbara still sobbed while hugging her father.


"Udah, don't be sad anymore. We eat together. Papa's son and Opa's grandson must be a laper." Fanco took off his embrace and wiped Barbara's tears with his palm.


Barbara smiled a little.


"Udah, you come out first, Papa wants to change clothes first." Fanco's word to his daughter.


Barbara nodded and came out of her Papa's room.


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Frans, who felt humiliated by being forcibly evicted, did not go directly to the hotel and booked a room to stay.


He prefers to go to the gym.


BUKK BUKK


Seemed he was excited to vent his anger that he sniffed earlier by beating the samsak in a special boxing room in the gym.


The gym is quite complete even provides special facilities for those who want boxing exercises and so on.


"Fuck you Fel. Not enough you hurt Barbara and want to kill your flesh blood fetus. Now you've also made Papa's trust, Mama Barbara to Barbara crumble. Remember Fel, as long as I am alive, I will never let you unite with Barbara again even if you cry blood and really regret. I'm pretty stupid one time hoping you change, for Barbara's sake I'm happy with her fun please be with you. It was quite Fel. There will be no more opportunity for you. It won't." Frans vented all his anger on the samsak.


"Bar, I'll pick you up. I will take you and be happy wherever you go. Even if I have to kill those who block my path." Frans said again in anger.


...~ To Be Continue ~...


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Those who want to blaspheme Felix or Frans, are welcome.


If I want to blaspheme myself, I resigned.