TIRED Season 1-3

Part 21 (S2)

At the Auxillia residence, Rose approached her daughter who appeared to be moody in her room. He did not understand how his daughter had the nature as it is now, whereas Auxillia was a cheerful, determined figure, an ordinary spirit, and chatty.

"Son, what's wrong hm?" ask Rose gently.

"Ma, how does it feel to be in love?" ask Auxillia to the point.

Rose, who heard her daughter's question, smiled meaningfully.

"So now my mom's daughter is in love?" rose asked as she poked Auxillia's bashful-looking chin.

"It's not like ma, it's just that" he replied unsure. As if he realized the answer, he also closed his mouth.

Rose laughed, her daughter was funny. If you want to avoid yes avoid it but this, say no then answer yes. Rose shook her head at her daughter's behavior.

"So who's the lucky guy?"

"He's papa ma's employee, and he's so cute." lamented Auxillia.

"That cuckoo guy is more challenging, baby."

"Really ma? But it hurts." - grunts.

Rose smiled at her daughter's grunts, do you need a matchmaker?" rose Fishing. He wanted to see how his daughter reacted.

"Mama, no. Auxillia wouldn't marry him if she didn't love Xia ma." she said listlessly. He did not want to be like the story in the novel that originally hated being love. Because he knew, Dion would never be that kind of person.

"Son, sometimes love needs to be fought and fought. You want to be on whichever side your mom will still support you, as long as you are happy with your choice." said Rose hugged her daughter dearly.

"Son, don't you want to go back to being a designer?" ask Rose carefully. He does not want to remember his daughter's old wounds just that the designer is his daughter's dream since he was a child.

"I'm not ready yet. Later when it is really ready, I will return to be a designer." replied Auxillia.

He does not know what if he became a designer, maybe his customers run away all see the design. He also cannot draw clearly.

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Elka was eating at a chocolate cafe, when he invited Dion and but considering the man who was in his sensitive period he finally went alone. He was in the blinds but strangely the feathers on his back stood upright as if something sinister was coming to him. His hands were even sweating coldly. What yes, kuntilanak can follow all the way to Russia. The question is whether kuntilanak can live independently in Russia, as this country is not its habitat. Elka was already thinking away from the norms of sanity.

He turned around to know there was a mbak kunti tailing him but empty. There was no one behind him. He looked back to the front but how surprised he was to fall backward.

There, Zia stood with a face like she was about to eat people. Now Elka realized that the natural feathers I was sitting on her feet, her mother who had followed her.

"Are you tired of living a quiet life?" hiss Zia while carrying a small scissors commonly used for those who like to decorate the room.

"Aps... Whatchu mean?" asked Elka stammering. Siaoa who is not afraid when he sees someone carrying a sharp object, are not scissors including sharp? Elka started thinking.

"Wait... What are you doing with those scissors?" ask Elka with horror.

"Zia played her scissors while glancing nista towards something, spontaneously Elka covered the area that Zia had been staring at.

"Zia, repent before it is too late." rebuked Elka with trembling hands. He once read a story that women are terrible when they are angry. They will not hesitate to kill their own husbands if they are hurt.

"You know, what's your fault?" asked Zia while walking closer.

"Ti.. Ti's.. I know." cried Elka with a hunting breath.

"Say."

"I'm sorry, I saw the movie Gore last night. I'm sorry."

What's the connection, you Elka.

Zia clucked in annoyance while inserting the scissors she would need in her apartment.

"You, come with me." point to Zia uncontested.

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Still want???

Still want???

Or is it enough??