When you kissed me

26. crying every day

This morning the weather looked clear. In the eastern horizon, the sun has even peeked, emitting its rudimentary rays.Birds have been seen chirping in their respective nests welcoming the beautiful atmosphere this morning.

How is someone currently behind that blanket?

Justright. Behind the blanket, there was the face of a woman who had been crying all night. He still did not expect his papa would have the heart to talk rudely like last night. That sentence is so heartbreaking.

Moli had already opened both eyes, but it felt lazy to wake up. His body felt all sore, like it had just been beaten repeatedly. His eyes were red and felt sore.

“Sayang..” Someone called Moli from behind the door. Moli could clearly hear the voice, but to just say it, Mona was lazy to do it.

“Honey... have you woken up? Mama bring breakfast for you.”

Moli still did not react, from the outside of her blanket only a soft voice heard as much as the rest of the crying last night.

Chequek!

The door is not in the key. Mareta went inside after closing the door. Mareta approaching. Watch for a moment the mound covered in a yellow blanket. It seems Moli is already aware of the presence of her mother.

“Out! I don't want to be disturbed.” Hardik Mona without showing his face.

Mareta smile. “Mama will not bother you really..” tray contains food Mareta put on the table, then sit on the edge of the bed. “Mama bring breakfast for you.. let's eat first.”

Ck! Since when did my mom pay attention to me? Is this a bribe?

“Udahlah Ma. Moli does not want to be disturbed today.” Still making a sound from under the blanket.

Seeing Moli who was not warted at all, Mareta stood up. For a glance, Mareta was still staring at Moli's completely invisible body. Mareta may be guilty of this too. If only she did not support her husband mating Moli with Anton, maybe there would be no guilt for Moli at this time. Mareta realized, maybe only now feels that he is too demanding and curb his only daughter. If she could fight her husband, Mareta would have.

A heavy breath was finally heard. Mareta blinked while patting her own head, then turned around and walked out of Moli's room leaving a tray filled with food.

“Don't forget your breakfast at the meal,” said Mareta before the door closed.

Not over with his guilt on Moli, from the second floor Mareta met the figure of someone who might make Moli more angry. Holding the barrier trellis, Mareta stared fiercely at the two people who were chatting down there.

For the first time, Mareta felt dislike for her husband's attitude. While continuing to observe, Mareta descended the stairs with a lazy step.

“Tante..”.Anton stood up and bowed as soon as Mareta reached the first floor. Mareta just smiled thinly.

“One morning, son Anton came here?” asked in a satirical tone. Mareta had no intention of joining the sit-in. Today, seeing Anton, it feels like hate. Maybe yesterday-yesterday he was so enthusiastic about the figure of the handsome man, but this time the spirit of matching Moli with Anton was gone.

“Tante stay first.” Short and without other sentences.

“What aunt Mareta is not feeling well?” ask Anton. He did not know that Mareta's pias expression was due to her dislike.

Knowing the change in his wife's attitude, Anton's question was answered with a small laugh.

“Iya. It seems so,” replied Gibran.

“Oh yes... Where is Moli? Not awake yet?”

“Before... Let the symbok call him.” Gibran turned his body toward the kitchen.

“Mbok! Be underbank! Call Moli... Just say there's Anton.”

As soon as he heard the order from his master, the symbock immediately approached and nodded.

“Just wait a minute..”

Simbok has arrived at the door of Moli's room. Without waiting for a long time, the symbols began to call and knock on the door.

“Non! Non Moli! this symbok... below there den Anton.”.

There is no truth from inside. Simbok called her young lady back.

“Non! There den Anton below again wait non Moli.”.

“Take home!”

Shouts from inside made the symbol stunned until it retreated.

“But non..”

“Say, I'm not feeling well anymore.” Moli again. By force, the symb goes down again.

Arriving at the bottom and already facing his employer, the symbol bends. “Sorry sir, non Moli is not feeling well.

Simbok began to retreat, he knew his master was very unhappy with his words just now. Sure enough, after squeezing the edge of the sofa, Gibran stood up. With his sinister face, he walked over and called out to Moli himself.

Once you get to the top, without responsibility, the door of Moli's room immediately knock. No longer on tap, but on the gedor-gedor loudly so that someone who was waiting on the first floor could hear his voice.

“Moli! Wake up!” loud shouting.

While inside there, Moli could already feel the aura from her papa anger though from a not so close distance.

Moli was currently still standing on the balcony, but went straight in as soon as the room door was shut from the outside by the person who was burning with anger. With gontai steps and lazing, Moli started to approach towards the door. Whatever will happen after the door is opened, it's a risk that will be thought of later. Currently, at least Moli chose to save her bedroom door so as not to be destroyed.

“What the hell, Pa?” blow Moli, once the door is open. In front of him at this moment, it could already be seen clearly how his father was holding back anger.

“You intentionally huh? Intentionally making your father angry? Ha! Answer!” His voice hardened like a snake spurting its prey. Moli alone looks up to pull her head back.

“Indeed I enraged papa in what way? I just woke up.... Why am I angry?” with a relaxed Moli leaning on the door frame.

“You!” Gibran was already glaring, his right hand was already raised towards Moli's cheek.

“What!” Moli's approaching. “Papa slap me? Please! Just slap me.” Already unable to bear, Moli finally chose to fight. Leaving behind a slap last night, of course it still hurts, and really this morning already want to be slapped again? So tega!

Gibran was glued, unable to twitch but the eyeball could still glare with both hands clenched furiously.

Moli clucked. “So... early in the morning, papa just wants to slap me just because of Anton?” moli's eyes look squeaky. This is the papa, but why is it so evil?

“Already! You're receding now. Meet Anton downstairs! He's still waiting for you.”

“Ya!” answer Moli.

Bred!

The door closed just before Gibran left.

“All because of that boy!” furious Gibran. “Moli be brave against parents.. watch out for you boy!”.

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