When you kissed me

4. They are still selfish!

“Where are you from?” Gibran looked at Moli with anger. He recalled the incident a few hours ago, when Moli stomped her feet violently and left without saying goodbye. That's a very embarrassing thing. Especially in front of his candidate.

Moli looked indifferent, even she dared to walk past her Papa who was standing while shaking her waist. Moli is already tired, if you have to stop and listen to the babble of her papa, it will only make her brain more oslic.

“Moli!!” shout Gibran.

Moli stop. His body turned around, one of his left hands clutching the handle of the stairs. “What the hell, Pa? I'm tired!” moli complained then turned back and continued walking up to the second floor.

“See it!” Hardik Gibran to Mareta who stood not far from him. “Your son now dares to fight me.”

“Hei!” mareta's strangling half glared. “He's your son too, why is Papa just yelling at me. Why am I the only one who gets angry?” mareta protest. Both her hands were already folded in front of her chest, her body turned back to her husband.

“That's because Mama never educated Moli well. Look, it's so right, volunteer with parents.” Seloroh Gibran again.

That hasn't changed at all. This always happens before the two work abroad more often. They are both busy with their jobs. To just mingle like a couple wife rarely they do. Moli has memorized all that. This is why sometimes Moli can withstand the longing for them, of course because meeting will be useless.

“Always fight!” moli grumbled as he arrived in the room. He quickly snatched his towel that had moved on the hanger. Maybe the symbok has moved.

Today feels so exhausting. His plain body had now entered into a puddle of water inside the bethup. His body returned to warm after drowning in a wave of warm water. Moli closed both her eyes, trying to get rid of fatigue that felt tight on her shoulders.

The clock hanging on the wall already showed at nine o'clock in the evening. Moli grabbed the towel and wrapped it tightly on her wet body. After coming out of the bathroom, Moli immediately took her pajamas. Wearing it quickly, drying her hair and then crawling up onto her soft bed.

His head turned to the left side, his eyeballs catching the screen of the flaming phone. Moli only glanced for a few seconds, after being left but still staring, finally Moli took a look at the phone.

Both of his eyebrows were furrowed in the middle. “Whose number is this?” seen on the screen of his phone there are 10 missed calls from the foreign number.

Because he did not want to take a headache, Moli finally put the phone in the nightstand closet. He doesn't like it when a foreign number tries to reach him. If you can, before making a phone call, it is better to send a short message by saying ‘ini who’ because in that way, Moli can know whether she should respond to the call or not.

It sounds complicated, but that's how Moli doesn't bother her.

***

Last night Moli could not sleep comfortably, even until one in the morning, her body just shifted to and fro changing positions. His matchmaking plan with the young entrepreneur, had thrown his mind into chaos. If it wasn't for the respect of both parents, maybe Moli would have chosen to leave or her abusive language, run away from home.

Had it happened, after all Moli could not have lacked it out there. His brain is smart, looks okay, it's definitely a lot of companies that want to accept his power. But back again damn respect and obedience. It was the only thing that locked him away until now.

“Moli!” Call Gibran again. He closed the newspaper he was reading. Put it on the nightstand hard. “ Come here, papa would like to talk to you.” His fingers waved asking Moli to come closer immediately.

His lips are too sweet. After clucking with a foot, Moli also approached lazily. “What the hell, Pa? It's still morning, can not talk later aja.”

“We continue our delayed conversation last night.” Gibran stood up and approached Moli.

Mareta who had just walked out of the room, simply watched them from the doorway. His body leaned against the frame, waiting for what the two men there would argue. Mareta already knows, but it's better to be quiet first, after all her husband was the least like his talk at the break or in the disturb. So just wait for the right time to nimbruk.

“What were we talking about last night? As far as Moli is concerned, there is no deh.” Grunt and still melengos. Actually, there was a fear of looking at Gibran's face.

“Papa Just ask you, accept Anton as your future husband.”

“What the fuck! I can't dong. This is called coercion!” Moli took off the folds of both her hands. Now his eyeballs had dared to turn to look at his papa. It was just a spontaneous reaction as Moli was shocked.

“What kind of man do you want to find? Anton is perfect, he is handsome, established and most of all, he comes from a distinguished family.” Gibran spoke as he moved his hands to and fro following the direction in which his mouth spoke.

“This is a matter of the heart Pa.” Moli turned around, her eyes were currently met with Mama who was also looking at her. Moli finally lowered her head, leading her gaze to the floor. “This is not just a matter of being established or coming from a respected person. Moli's heart also has the right to choose.”

“Halah!” Both of his hands were shaking in the air. Gibran then pulled Moli's shoulder until it turned to face him again. “Gini day you are still talking about the heart, the most important is who the man is. Anton is well established. What's less is he?”

“Betul darling.” Mareta finally spoke. He smiles. After arriving beside Moli, slowly his fingers touched Moli's cheeks gently. “Listen to what your Papa said. All of that is best for you.”

“Ck!” Moli put Mareta's hand away. “Best? Best what? Best where is it?”

“Honey, we as parents only want the best for you.”

“Iya Moli, listen to what your parents say. You're an adult, you should know which is best for you.”

“As of you only.” Both of his hands were shaking in the air. Moli turned around and returned to her hiding place. A place where he used it for everything. Where else if not in the room.

“You guys still stay the same! SELFISH!!”

Brak!

The door closed hard, then after Moli turned her body, her right leg lifted up and quickly kicked the door in the second her hand that hit the upper door.

“Gue would rather you guys are overseas!”

“Aaa!! Hate it! I hate everything!!!”

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