When you kissed me

24. Forced pick-up

Yeee!!! finally up again 😁😁😁. sorry long🙏🙏🙏

It's late at night, more precisely at six in the afternoon. The atmosphere of this luxury house still looks like usual, which is quiet like no occupants. Once the residents look, this house will actually look like a trial place full of debate.

Mareta, who had just finished her bath, changed her clothes. After that, Mareta chose to leave the room leaving her husband staring at the laptop screen.

Outside it looks lonely. That's it, isn't it? It was also explained. Be present!

Mareta swept around the living room, then walked up to enter the dining room. There's only a symbol. Who else is there?

Simbok was seen preparing dinner. Mareta finally sat down on the chair, grabbing an apple in an oval basket.

“Moli hasn't come down yet, Mbok?” mareta asked after biting an apple.

“But, New. Probably still sleeping.”

“This is not yet night, the time has gone to sleep anyway?” Mareta bit her apple again. “Try please call Moli, mbok!”

“Good, New.” Simbok nodded and went straight upstairs, to the second floor towards Moli's room.

The food was ready at the table before the crib went up to the second floor. It looks like Mareta is currently arranging dishes for dinner. Gibran has arrived. The look on his face was not much different after the debate in the room. Still pias and a little there was an angry expression on his face.

Mareta who saw her husband approaching, just kept quiet, indifferent without greeting. Likewise with Gibran, he immediately sat in another chair in front of Mareta who was confined to the dining table.

Stand down. Mareta turned her head immediately. “Mana Moli, mbok?”

Simbok looks restless, his fingers are already squeezed into each other. “Anu Her... non Moli..” her speech stopped.

“Anu what?”

“Palingan also already ngorok.” Seloroh Gibran suddenly.

“Non Moli.. none in room, New.” Obviously Simbok while half leaning his body.

“Not in room?” Mareta frowns. “Maybe in the bathroom..”

“Not there, His. Simbok already nyari all rooms.”

Mareta immediately glanced at her husband who turned out to be cool eating dinner. It seems Gibran doesn't care at all. While the symbol that saw the atmosphere began to stiffen, chose to go to the back room.

“Papa! Why are you silent? Moli is not there, Pa!” mareta shouted who was standing.

Gibran let out a heavy sigh, then placed the spoon and fork hard on the table. Gibran stood up. His eyes were so burning as if he wanted to burn the person now before him.

“That's your son.” Gibran pointed right in front of Mareta's face. “If in sayin parents even run away. we just wait, later also go home.” Answer Gibran lightly.

“But, Pa..”

“Already! I want to eat.” Gibran sat back to enjoy his dinner.

Santi was still standing, she was a little surprised by her husband, why is it so relaxing? It was seen that Gibran was so angry when Moli went away without saying goodbye, but this is even Gibran ordinary and very indifferent. What the hell is it?

While at the Yoga house, there was a commotion. A person with a tall brown-skinned posture, suddenly came into their house without excuse.

“Where do you hide Non Moli?!” asked the man in a snapping tone. Santi and Yoga who were having dinner also looked surprised. The chair had shifted, and the two of them suddenly got up from their seats.

“Sorry... Who are you?” tanya Yoga is curious.

“Tell me where Miss Moli is!”

“Tell me first, who are you? We don't want to tell just anyone.” Santi Imbuh.

“Many cincong! Tell me where Miss Moli is!” said the man again, still in a snapping tone.

Someone in the room had woken up, wriggled and then his eyeballs slowly opened. Moli dyed, her right hand pressed her painful forehead. It feels so dizzy. Moli put away the blanket that still covered her legs. Slowly start to move down from the bed.

Moli was already sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs dangling down. “Gue where?” moli. “.... Whose shirt is this?” Moli glanced down, observing the pajamas tightly attached to her body.

“Yoga? aunt Santi? And that..” Moli closed her mouth. “Papa's bawahan!” squeak Moli.

Realizing Moli was awake, Yoga immediately rushed to him, even Yoga had grazed the strapping body of people who blocked his path.

“Kak Moli... have you woken up??” Yoga grabbed both shoulders of Moli. Looked at him with gratitude.

“So... I'm at home elo?” Moli held her head again. “Kok can?”

“Later I was clearin.. important brother Moli already realized, it's the best.”.

“Non Moli,” call the man, step over to Moli.

“Ngapain elo here!” Jerky Moli. His hands tightly grasped Yoga's arms. That's a sign that Moli won't go near the man.

“This is Mr. Gibran's order. I was told to pick up non Moli.” Obviously the man.

“No want! I don't want to go home!” the grip on the Yoga arm is getting tighter. Seeing Moli's frightened reaction Yoga immediately grabbed Moli's shoulder.

“Let's brother Moli here first.. tomorrow I'll take you home.” Pinta Yoga's.

“Iya sir...” connect Santi. “Let Moli rest here first..it's late.”.

“Can't! Non Moli should go home. It's order!” The man pulls Moli's arm from the Yoga deck.

“Ih! I don't want... freelin!!” Moli revolted, even her left hand grabbed the tip of the Yoga shirt for defense.

“Come non, we're home. It's papa E-non's order.” this time the man managed to drag Moli.

“Hei!” shout Yoga. “Do not be rude!” Yoga pulled Moli back, hugging her tightly.

“Gue won't go home.. hiks!” Moli was crying.

Seeing Moli cry, Yoga again begged the man. “I beg you, Sir. Let me take Moli's brother tomorrow.”

The man was silent for a moment, like he was holding something.

“Wait a minute..” the man reached into his pants pocket. Looks like a black phone he managed to grab from inside there.

Moli still cries in the arms of Yoga. While Santi was concerned, could only gently wipe the tip of Moli's head.

“Gue don't want to go home..” Moli babble.

“Halo master..”.

“Yes. Hows it? Where's Moli?”

“Still here, sir. Non Moli does not want to go home.. she still wants to be here.”.

Across there, the receiver of the phone was very furious. “If you don't want.. just drag! Importantly, Moli came out of that house.”

Tut!

The phone is turned off one-sided. The man snorted and put his phone back in his pocket. Right now, his eyeballs were staring intently alternately at the three people standing not far from before him.

“Come non, we go home!” Dragging Moli's arm again.

“No!” Moli flicked her hand, but failed.

“Come non!” The man managed to drag Moli by force.

Yoga was about to get closer, grabbing Moli's body again, but it went off as soon as the man said it, it would hurt Moli if she was still clumsy to interfere.

“Please bring Moli's sister, but please don't be rude!" yoga's last words, before Moli took the man away.

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