When you kissed me

29. Anton again

At about five in the afternoon, Moli and Yoga finally rose from this place. Even though it is still five o'clock, but the atmosphere outside has begun to darken.the birds have been seen flying back to their respective cages.

“Ga!” Moli stopped, her left hand grabbed Yoga's arm, telling her to stop too.

“Why?” yoga hands switch to hold Moli's arms.

“Gue asks, elo never once talk about Anton if we are together again. I'm quite tired because I've been dizzy nyariin elo, and disappointed because elo never dyed me. Do you understand?”

“Iya kak Moli dear..” said Yoga while landing a kiss on Mona's forehead.

18.15 WIB

Moli has arrived home. At least this time Moli came home with a bright expression. Today being able to meet his lover is the best thing to be able to forget the burden.

Chequek!

Moli turned the doorknob, slowly pushing the door open. After closing it back down, Moli immediately turned the eyeball around the entire room.

“Where are you from?”

The sound surprised Moli. But shortly, after finding out who called him, Moli immediately snorted in annoyance.

Does it have to be every night, gini-rich events repeated continuously?

Moli hissing fast. “What the hell, Pa? Could it be, every night is not rich gini? Bosen know!”

“You are yes!” Gibran.

Already lazy with events like this, Moli immediately walked forward just like that. Suddenly her footsteps immediately stopped once her right foot almost stepped on the first rung of stairs. Moli could see clearly, not far from her current standing position, there was someone watching her with a meaningful smile.

“Elo?” Moli. “Ngapain here?” instead of answering, Anton shrugged with one eyebrow raised. Moli did not want to be angry, but seeing a sly smile on the tip of Anton's lips, Moli's chest felt hot.

“It's polite to talk! What else is she your future husband.” Gibran had followed and was now sitting on the sofa next to Anton. “Other times keep talking to you!”

Moli was only seen to roll out both eyes while he was singing his lips. Looks like the conversation with Anton was completely pointless. Just look at that annoying face of his, it feels like he's keeping a veiled plan.

“Terden! I don't care.” Moli flicked two hands into the air.

“After you shower, go down again! Follow Anton again.” Not yet moved, Moli's footsteps were stopped by Gibran's orders.

“Let's see if I inget.” Short and fast running.

Why do I have to bring someone else? The bangke! Goddamnit!

Breda!

The door closed hard. Moli slammed her body on the bed. Sighing heavily, followed by his kicking feet on his soft mattress.

Moli turned her head to the right with her body still lying on her stomach, while both her hands were lying to the left and right.

“Life I gini very much!” moaning Moli. “Only about relationships, it feels really complicated. I can go crazy for a long time!”

Moli moved, sitting on the edge of the bed while shuffling her own hair. “Sial!” that was all that came out of his mouth. After both of his legs stomped loudly, Moli stood up, walking towards the bathroom.

“Sabar yes, Ton... Moli must have withered with you,” Gibran said. At least by encouraging Anton, it might be possible to make Moli melt. If Anton aggressively pursued and seduced him, Moli must have been devastated. According to Gibran.

“Iya Om... just calm down, I can definitely conquer the heart of Moli,” Anton said.

Their confidence both seemed too high. They did not know the hard heart of Moli who had already loved the High School boy. Moli has loved him for a long time, since Yoga was still sitting on the Junior High School bench. Of course it is not easy if you have to melt Moli's heart just with the look and power of Anton.

“Oh Yes Om..” Anton bowed with both hands elbowed over the thighs. His eyes were straight at Gibran. “If you may know, who is Moli's boyfriend?”

“It doesn't matter... Moli has broken up with the boy.”

Seeing the grin on Gibran's face, Anton's curiosity increased.

“Bocah?” Anton rounded his eyes. “What does that mean, Om?”

“Elo no need to know!” Ketus Moli who turned out to have been standing on the stairs with both hands gripping the tralis. His eyes were burning like he wanted to burn the two men who were talking about his beloved.

“Moli!” Snap Gibran while glaring sharply. “Not polite you!”

“Hei! Who is that rude?” Moli's approaching. “Udah sure elo!” point Moli at Anton with her perfectly rounded eyeballs.

“Moli!” gibran snapped even harder, even his fingers were already gripping Moli's arm.

“What the hell, Pa! Leasin!” Moli revolted, trying to let go of her hand.

“Makin' more brash you ya!” Gibran Picing. “Had been poisoned were you the same boy, ha?!”

Moli rolled her eyes while snorting softly. How can these two be so annoying? Emotions only because of one person, namely Yoga. Like not having a heart.

“That makes me insolent who is it?” with his arms still in the grip, Moli dared to look at Gibran. “Isn't papa? Ck!” Moli threw away her face. Even if his papa suddenly slapped again, Moli did not care. The slap is not much more painful than having to part with Yoga again.

Gibran was already involved raising his left hand, but dropped back when Anton spoke.

“Already Om... pity Moli. Let me do the talking.”

Hmh! Look for face! I won't be interested.

Gibran instantly released his grip.

“Ya already, Om stay. You guys talk!” Gibran turned around and moved towards his room.

In the room, it turns out that his wife was listening to their conversation. Anton could clearly see the face of Mareta who was holding back the anger. But Gibran did not care, he was already dizzy facing Moli who was very stubborn.

“You till when, papa forced Moli's feelings?” mareta asked without looking at her husband. Mareta grabbed the pillow, patted it for a while and lay down.

“This is all for the good of Moli.”

A kindness? Why is every matchmaking always in name for good? Stale one! That is what Gibran said.

“For the sake of Moli or your kindness?” this time Mareta glanced at her husband's face.

“What does mama mean?” Gibran approached, crawled up to the bed and tracked Mareta down. “Do not carelessly talk!” added again.

Already lined with her husband, Mareta immediately turned her body tilted to the left side behind Gibran. “Who speaks just anyone? I still have a heart, that's why I can say so.”

“As for mom, I don't care. The point is Moli and Anton should get married in the near future!”

“Serah!” Mareta chose to close her eyes.

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**Finally up again. sorry only 1 eps aja 🙏🙏🙏

but calm down, from tomorrow I will be up every day.maybe the level can go up. Aaamiin.but sorry also yes, maybe up it can only be 1 chapter per day.

lop you all**....