When you kissed me

16. So papa knows?

The atmosphere of the house is dark. No room was bright, because all the lights were turned off. There's no one. Only the second floor lamp was lit. Goods Papa and mom are asleep.

Moli turned on the phone, looking at the clock listed at the top on the phone screen. It's nine o'clock in the evening. After putting her phone in the bag again, Moli immediately stepped towards the stairs.

Byars!

Instantly the lights lit up so bright that Moli squinted her eyes. Moli immediately stopped and turned to look for the location of the light switch in this room. At the end near the door to the kitchen, Moli saw someone standing there with sharp eyes and full of anger. Moli knows who it is, of course pama and mama.

Moli immediately snorted in annoyance. Stomping your feet slowly and then starting to climb one ladder.

“Wait!” scream papa. He reached out his right hand, waving to ask Moli to come closer immediately.

“What the hell! I'm sorry Pa, ma.” Moli complained without planning to get close.

“Come, you!” His eyes were full of threats. After stomping her feet again, Mona finally approached as well.

“Where are you, new clock home?” asked Gibran without diminishing his sinister expression.

“Lah's work! Where else to from.” Moli.

“Moli!” this time Mareta spoke. “Don't lie to you! We know you're not in the office today.”

Hearing my mother's words, Moli immediately rolled her eyes with the tip of her lips raised. “So Anton complained to you? Ck! To children.”

“Do not carelessly you!”

Plaque!

One slap floated just like that and landed on Moli's cheek.

Moli immediately grabbed her cheek. His head turned to the side and turned to face Gibran. Next to her, Mareta was silent. There is pity, but no courage to do so. No one dared to fight Gibran.

“Papa could slap me just because of Anton?” Moli looked at Gibran with tears in her eyes.

“He is your future husband, you have to accept him!” His voice is still rising. His hand moved as the words came out of his mouth

“Anton is the man who suits you. He is handsome, well-established and comes from a distinguished family.”

“But I don't like him! Let alone love, chuck!!” Moli bravely fought Gibran.

“You!” Gibran raised his palm again.

“What!? Papa wants to slap me again? Please!” Moli pressed her cheek towards Gibran.

The hand has gone down. This time Gibran knitted his waist without switching eyes from Moli.

“I already have a boyfriend, Pa! Let Moli choose her own mate Moli.”

Gibran looks grinning. A grin that looks like a mockery. After turning to Mareta for a while, Gibran lowered his one hand, while one of his hands pointed right in front of Moli's face.

“What is SMP man? Ck!” Gibran snorted as he revealed a row of his teeth. “True that?”

Moli glued. The words papa made him confused. Unbeknownst to him, even Moli's sling bag had slumped off her shoulder and fallen on the floor.

“Realously true...” connect Gibran again. “So right that SMP boy?”

Junior High? Wh who? Which was?

Moli was still silent.

“Who do you mean papa?” not understanding, Moli asked.

Jeder!!

Moli is like being struck by lightning without rain.

Since when did Gibran know about his relationship with Yoga? Moli never told her relationship and Yoga to her father and mother. More precisely not not to tell, but have not been able to tell. Back then, it was Moli going abroad before Papa and her mother found out about her relationship. If they know Yoga, then say it.

Moli instantly shut her mouth with both hands. Her tears without feeling more and more wet her cheeks. He did not expect his father to do that until he had to separate from Yoga. So this is why Papa suddenly moved Moli abroad?

“You've been separated for a long time, can you still call a girlfriend?” Gibran said again. “Papa has even threatened him not to contact you as long as you are abroad.”

Whaaat! Moli nodded back. Is that why Yoga has never called or just texted her?

“What do you mean? What the hell's going on? Explain, Pa!” still sobbing, Moli continued to stare at Gibran, hoping for an answer that could make her confusion disappear soon.

“You don't have to ask too many questions. Bottom line now, papa wants you to get married to Anton.”

“No! Moli does not want!” Moli shook her head quickly. After that immediately turned his gaze towards Mareta who had just witnessed this heated debate.

“Ma... explain same Moli..” Moli has grabbed Mareta's wrist.

“Your mom doesn't know anything. Free you ask.” Sela Gibran's.

“Mama..” Moli shook Mareta's hand even tighter. But Mareta seemed to have absolutely no intention of answering.

Still same. Mareta gave no answer at all. Not even looking at Moli. In the end, Moli began to loosen her grasp, slowly retreating, staring intently at her mama and papa.

After rubbing her wet cheeks, Moli immediately shouted. “You're selfish!! You're evil!” Moli turned around and ran quickly towards her room.

“Look! You are not good at educating Moli, so she became insolent.” Gibran growled while glaring at his wife.

Feeling unaccepted, Mareta stared intently at her husband. “Remember! He's your son too. So, not only am I entitled to educate her, but you are also.” Mareta won't lose.

“Hei!” Gibran ruffled waist. “You are his mother, so you are more obliged to take care of him. My job is to make a living!” Seloroh Gibran's.

Mareta. “You are indeed selfish!” timpal Mareta is upset.

“Diaaaam!!!”

There was a scream from the second floor. The voice managed to make Gibran and Mareta stop talking, and the two looked up. There, still seen Moli who stood with sharp eyes, both hands clutching the iron trellis. Both of his shoulders were seen going up and down, following his already chest-stiff breathing.

“You're both selfish!! Don't you guys have a mirror, ha!?” Moli was still staring at them. “I'd rather you guys weren't here. Remember that!”

The deg! The Mareta reflex immediately lands the palm in front of the chest. I don't know why Moli's words sound so painful. But not with Gibran. It looks so ordinary. Precisely at this moment, his face increasingly looks pias and angry.

“Basic brat!”

And sure enough, Gibran was furious. Both of his hands were tightly clenched. After snorting, his head turned to look at Mareta.

“What! Do you want to be mad at me?” Mareta's touch before Gibran speaks.

“I am angry! Because you're not good at educating Moli.”

“Serah!” Mareta turned and flicked her hands before Gibran.

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