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As clever as Laura hid with her closeness to Zahrah and two other classmates, it finally reached her mother, Pipit. "Your mother heard something ridiculous and I hope it's not true, Laura!" pipit said one afternoon when the two met at the dinner table.

Laura put the spoon and fork she used, not so feed the food she just wanted to enjoy. Seeing the child watching himself fully, Pipit also spoke again. "You

spend time with unimportant children and start playing with them!" said the woman while wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"I'm not playing, ma. Laura's learning," Laura said honestly. Although he often gathered with Zahrah and the others, but he did not forget to learn.

"Your focus is divided because of them, Laura!" hardik Pipit while crashing the napkin he just used. "What if your grades are compromised? What if they make you forget to learn and even busy playing? How about you forget what mom always asked and tell you?!" continued Pipit demanded with sharp squeaking eyes.

"That's not gonna happen, mama. I keep learning. It's just that I changed the atmosphere and the place, too boring to study in the same place every day, mama," Laura replied in an emotionless flat tone.

Pinched down, the woman let out a long sigh. "True, you can't possibly forget what you're saying every time you get a chance" she said quietly. "Mama was being tough on you just because she didn't want you to be ridiculed by someone else" she said. "Mama does not want you to be labeled as a stupid child, a bad child, a wild child, just because of the father figure that we can not have," he added. "You understand, don't you, baby?" tanya Pipit with a weak tone.

Laura nodded slowly, her facial expression not changing at all even though she felt sorry for the mother who had a lot of mind burden. "Laura knows, ma," said the girl chiming in in a soft tone. "Laura remembers all of my mother's words. So, mama don't worry" said the girl.

"True, that's my good and obedient son" said Pipit sighing in relief. "Let's eat some more, baby," the woman asked with a big smile, a smile of satisfaction, not the loving smile that Laura had always wanted.

"I'm full, ma," Laura replied quickly. "I went back to the room first" said the girl again.

"Energy, dear," said Pipit happy because his son is increasingly diligent in studying without being asked.

As soon as Laura left, Pipit's face went back flat. "What am I supposed to do with the bullies who want to mess with my son, huh?" muttered the woman with sharp glittering eyes..To be sure the plan he made was not good, Pipit had intended to keep the bullies away from his kind-hearted son again obedient. I don't know what plan Pipit had in mind, which would have been a problem for Zahrah and his other two friends.

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Elsewhere, thousands of kilo meters away, in a house that looks busy and a little noisy. A man dressed neatly and wearing glasses, stood quietly. "It's over?" ask the man.

"I'm sorry we interrupted your time, sir!" said the people who were in front of the man.

"No problem" he said, waving his hand. "So, what do I have?" tanyanya wants to know.

The glasses guy took off his glasses. "I'm broke? That so?" he said he couldn't believe it. He started the effort earnestly, he was dreaming that everything would work out. And what he got at the moment. He was left with a pile of debt and many other twisting problems. Blame himself in choosing a lover, what is karma for the actions he did. But come on, bullshit with all the karma. He's just being unlucky, that's all.

"You have to sell everything to cover the debt and pay the salaries of the employees, sir," said the person who reported this and that to the person he called master. It seemed like he was one of the subordinates trusted by the person called master earlier.

"Do a good name," he said with a long sigh. "Thank you for your hard work, Reza," said the master in a slightly bitter tone.

"I work as I get paid, sir. You don't have to thank me" said Reza, looking down. He only works at his job, nothing else and he gets paid for it. So his master did not need to say a word of thanks at all in his opinion.

"Where are you going, sir?" ask Reza to know. "If you don't have a goal, you can stay with me and start another new business from scratch" Reza said.

The person called master gave a small grin. "I will go home and see my beautiful son" he said with a veiled intention.

"Then be so careful on the road, sir," rich Reza then he resigned.

The master put his glasses back on, he went inside the house and came back outside a while later. He held a small suitcase in his hand. "Wait for me, baby!" he snorted while smiling widely. The man whistled inside the taxi, imagining his return would be greeted with great warmth. Of course there will be a little drama. But it's only for a moment and it'll all be back to how it was. If it doesn't go as he imagined, he'll just use his most beautiful son to be on his side. Surely his wife will not be able to do anything if their child sided with him.

"There will be no problem that cannot be solved in this world" he said, chuckling.

Once at the airport, the man bought a ticket, then flew to his hometown. He was just waiting for time, and all the luxuries would return to him. He may also be able to start a new venture with the help of his wife later on, but for now his job is to apologize earnestly so that he can get back together with his family and enjoy the money made by his wife again as before.

"Wait for me, Pipit!" muttered the man while grinning a little. "Part with your father, my dear son," he said in a soft tone.

The man who was apparently Pipit's husband who had run away with his affair was silent for a moment, his forehead frowning deeply, it seemed like his brain was thinking of something very difficult. "By the way, what's the boy's name, huh?" he said ask himself. He cursed in his heart, at a time like this he forgot the most important thing. How could his son side with him, he had forgotten the name of the boy. God, why is his brain too weak to remember anything insignificant in his life. Jamal spent so much time just remembering the name of his son, unfortunately until the plane reached his destination airport, the man still could not remember it. He shrugged indifferently, surely he could get the name of the child when they met later.

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