When you kissed me

38. Be lied to

The atmosphere of the house is getting chaotic. Gibran was no longer able to withstand the anger in his chest. Gibran did not expect, all this time he was fooled by the prowess of Anton's look that he thought was so perfect. Gibran should have realized, perfection belongs only to God. At least with that awareness, Gibran can be more observant in knowing Anton.

Not his fault either. Anton is the son of his best friend, too evil if Gibran thinks Anton can do it. Waitaminute! Was his attitude with Moli not evil? Don't think about Anton. Think about how Moli's heart hurt when her papa always stood up for Anton. Even several times Mona got a painting of Gibran's hand on her cheek.

Nevermind! It's over.

As much as Diki and Lia, this family could only look at each other in silence. Gibran, don't ask how his face looks right now. His face was frozen hard, but his face was hot. Sometimes he glanced softly at Moli who was sitting in Mareta's embrace.

If it was Mareta, she herself could only sneer at her husband with a fierce and disappointed look. If so, what should it be?

After conveying the important matter to this family, Diki and Lia did leave immediately. Not to leave immediately, but, they both took the time to apologize to Moli. After being relieved, because Moli did not mind everything, then they got up and left.

“See! What have you done with Moli? For Anton's sake, papa always hurts Moli. Then, what is all this? Is this what papa wants?” Mareta started cursing. His fingers did not come off rubbing Moli's back that felt still shaking.

Moli did not cry. Actually can't cry. Maybe, at this time his heart was cheering hurrah because it had been canceled married to Anton. Not wrong, Moli should be grateful because all this has not been done.

Gibran did not dare to answer. Although sorry, the courage to apologize to Moli, would have been a hard thing. The sense of prestige and shame mixed into one until finally Gibran chose to have his subordinates call the Anton family to cancel this wedding.

Moli can already wipe the chest of relief. His body was not stiff, my eyes were already looking bright again, although his eyes were still clearly visible, but, the engraving of a smile on the tip of his lips changed everything.

Moli looked closely at Mareta and landed her head on Mareta's shoulders.

“Dear, everything is fine.” Mareta rubbed the head off Moli. Now the two can feel the relief together.

“If you love that boy, papa doesn't matter. Prove first how he will make you happy. Maybe at that time papa can only give blessing.”

The deg! The four eyeballs simultaneously turned to look towards Gibran. Moli blinked a few times, patting her cheek gently trying to wake herself up, whether this was a dream or not.

It hurts. Of course this isn't a dream.

Gibran who was about to stand up was immediately startled with Moli who suddenly just rushed to hug him from behind.

“Still, Pa.” Tightly his hands were already coiled around Gibran's wide waist. His left cheek stuck tightly to the back of that field.

Feels warm. Gibran himself was confused as to why this was so comfortable. What's more as soon as his gaze came down to observe Mona's fingers rising in front of her stomach, guilt just appeared.

But it wasn't Gibran if he turned around and returned Moli's embrace. Gibran is a hard man. Moli knew that for sure.

“Don't be happy first,” says Gibran. “Prove equally papa first, if the boy is indeed the stage for you.”

Moli nodded, her smile expanding wider. “Still, Pa.”

Gibran. Now only Moli and Mareta look at each other. At first Moli was silent, playing her fingers then ran and hugged her mother.

“Mama...” Moli moaning in the arms of Mareta. “Moli seneng, Ma.”

“Iya darling, mama knows. Mama also joined seneng.” Swiping again the tip of Mona's head.

After peeking at his forehead, Moli widened her smile, blinking to ask her mother for something

“Iya, you can meet him.”

Moli wanted to scream excitedly, but, all that she did in her heart, in front of her mother, Moli just pranced around then hugged her mother once more before finally leaving to wander excitedly.

During the run, Moli's eyes did not forget to wave his hand. Not waving at his mama but, waving at some beautiful decorations attached to every wall of the main house. Especially when his gaze saw the box table at the end there, his smile grew more and more and then turned his head and passed again.

Moli's main goal right now is to go to Fani's house. Moli certainly feels very guilty because yesterday had made Fani wait very long in front of his house.

About half an hour, Moli had reached the courtyard of a rather luxurious house. This is Fani's house. Yeah, if he hasn't moved. Moli forgot to bring a cell phone, so she could not call Fani first.

For a while, Moli simply scanned the house closely. Sweep every area of the courtyard from behind the slightly open gate.

Moli pushed the gate wider. His right foot has stepped in. This house still looks empty. What time is it now? Moli doesn't know. Right now his level body was already standing in front of the door. His hands were ready to knock.

“Fani! Elo at home?” shouted Moli loudly. Let it be, if this looks disrespectful. His heart is happy. Its okay.

“Fan!” yelled Moli once more.

There's still no answer. Moli shifted. Bend a little, stick the eel on the window glass. His eyes were surrounding whatever was inside. Slender. Looks like no one. Moli backed away with her lips pursed.

“Moli?” someone patted her shoulder slowly. And who was patted, immediately jumped in shock.

“Eh! Toad!” as soon as that came out of Moli's mouth, and Moli had already twisted her body while landing her hands in front of her chest.

Fani did not budge, she still looked at Moli from head to toe. Fani knows, at this time it is likely already around 10 am. Okay, if Moli just woke up. But coming out with this distance just by wearing a nightgown, it's not funny right?

As a result, Fani immediately chuckled. His lips were covered with palms. But, the movement of his shoulders can not be avoided of course .

Moli frowned in surprise, her eyes narrowed looking towards Fani who had not yet finished looking at her.

“Why the hell!?” Moli raises chin. “Kok elo laugh? And where's that elo?”

Instead of answering, Fani still chuckles. One hand had stuck the key into the door. Moli just raised the tip of her lips and followed Fani's steps into the house.

“Elo from earlier?” Fani immediately stepped into the kitchen, putting some crispy bags filled with vegetables next to the washbasin.

Moli nodded. Without being invited, Moli was already sitting in the dining room chair. He never hesitated. It used to be so often. This is the home of a friend or best friend, as long as it is natural, it is still said to be polite.

As soon as he finished opening the vegetables and put them into a basin with tap water running over them, Fani was immediately aghast. Fani quickly turned the faucet until the water stopped flowing. Fani turns the body, ignoring the vegetables just like that in the marinade.

One seat was pulled and Fani sat in. “Oh yes, I forgot...” Both of his hands were already bent cross-legged on the table. The only view is one, which is the focus on looking at Moli.

“Not today, elo get married huh? How come you can be here? And look! Elo still wearing pajamas.” Fani cheers a smitten smile.

“And evil, elo not at all ngundang me.” Fani looks a waste of face.

Moli clasped her chest on the edge of the table. “Heh, ****!” seloroh Moli while patting Fani's hand. Fani glared and instantly pulled back her hand.

“Elo still doesn't understand, how do I feel? Why am I elo? Wedding not wanted either.”

Fani looked at Moli again. Fani can see, the look on Moli's face is now far from angry or irritated. If Moli does not like this marriage, then what makes Moli's face?

“Elo got married today, right? Kemaren elo said it so.. to the extent, elo forgot the same me who over waited elo outside.”.

“Ish!” Moli hit Fani's hand again. “If I can find you, I've done it many times. I don't know how complicated it was that day. If I have no morals, I may have hanged myself.”

Yesterday was hard, but it's all gone. The current moli could breathe a sigh of relief. Anton is away. That's enough.

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