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Jamal returned, making Pipit unable to sleep thinking about the bad possibilities that could have happened because of the presence of the trash man again.

In the morning, Pipit asked all his servants to leave him and Laura alone. He and his son need to speak with four eyes. Although a little afraid of his son's response, he had to be honest with what happened yesterday. Not to mention that he doesn't know what Jamal can do when his son is at school. The shameless man just came to Laura and cradled her child with words as sweet as honey filled with hope.

Pipit cried in silence, she was grateful her son was not affected despite knowing his biological father was back. Even the girl promised that she would always be on Pipit's side, so Pipit didn't have to worry about anything.

Laura was speechless looking at her mother's trembling shoulders, not to mention the slightly restrained sobbing sound. Laura stood up from her seat, giving the mother a hug with her mainstay flat face. "Don't cry, ma. I don't like to see it" Laura said in a soft voice. Instead of stopping, Pipit's crying became more and more. Laura faithfully patted her mother's extremely frail back in sight. How much burden did the father put on his mother. Then after everything was fine, why did the father have to go back and mess things up again.

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And sure enough what Pipit, the shameless man they had just talked about, was now waiting for Laura to arrive. Armed with an old photo that was accidentally still stored on his cellphone, Jamal watched every female student's face carefully.

"Patience a little, after this you can enter the mansion using the word 'Child'," the man whispered to himself.

"Ho-ho-ho, that's him. Entrance ticket to melt my beloved establishment that began to rebel because of stubbornness," muttered Jamal once he found Laura. The man was lurking from behind the wall, so as not to be seen by anyone.

"Now just wait for the right time to meet with my lucky ticket so that everything goes like a coincidence" the man said with a lighter step. He was sure his plan this time would go smoothly. What is difficult to face a teenager who is certainly so thirsty for affection, he just lives sweet mouth and takes the child's heart.

"By the way, what's his name, huh?" jamal said with a frowning forehead. "Ah, bodo very!" he was lazy to think, but he only thought for a moment. "I just have to call him 'My dear son'" continued Jamal did not care. He whistled merrily, thinking of the success he would soon have. Even Pipit would not be able to say anything, even if he came and lived in the house comfortably.

As usual, Laura spent some time off together with Zahrah and the others. "What's wrong with you, Ra?" asked Zahrah who saw his friend was more quiet than usual.

"Yes, you're a little weird today" Rani added.

"I'm fine" Laura replied.

Zahrah scratched her non-itchy cheek, a little confused how to say what she wanted to say to Laura, of course so that her friend was not offended. "Emm, you're usually quiet. But this ... is quieter than usual!" zahrah said doubtfully. "Even the book you brought you did not read at all," continued the girl glanced at the book in the hands of her friend.

"CK, tell me if there's a problem!" ketus Windy who seemed to be quite accepting of Laura's presence among the three of them.

Silent for a moment, Windy was a little uncomfortable. "What's? What's?" ask the girl in a sharp tone. "The gigglyatin is normal at times," he continued grunting as he threw his gaze in another direction.

"The Windy's got Laura's equal attention, huh?" tukas Zahrah happy.

"The readiness is only ketus, when the original is good," Rani praised.

"I'm sorry, I should have been in class just now" Laura responded.

"Eh, no, that's it. Windy's mouth is crisp jutek, but originally he was just shy," said Zahrah unwell.

"Yes, so don't be too taken care of by Windy!" added Rani.

"Huh, the guy's still here! Can you guys talk that way in front of me?" ketus Windy pretends to snatch.

"It's better to talk in front of you, Win. Than behind and you don't know, hayo?!" rani chuckles a little. Rani and Zahrah are angry, both of them smiling widely together. Laura noticed the interaction of the three friends, she looked at her own hands, then saw Rani and Zahrah again. So repeatedly.

"Why again now?" ask Zahrah who realized that he was being watched carefully from earlier. "What's your hand?" asked the girl glanced at Laura's hand which looked fine.

Laura shook her head softly, a very thin smile was painted on her legs face. "It looks like what you guys were doing was exciting" said the girl slowly.

"Huh, which one?" rani asked confusedly. Indeed they finished what was exciting, why he was not aware.

"That's, that's like this." Laura mimicked when Zahrah and Rani tos were both, but she tos with her own hands aka the same as clapping.

"Oh, compact? Tos?" rani understood. "What's so exciting, try it?" kekeh the girl felt funny with Laura's response just now. "You can even do it hundreds of times a day," added Rani intending to joke with Laura.

"really?" laura asked seriously.

"Oh my God, of course not, Ra," Zahrah's chimpanzee interjected. "Si Rani was just kidding me!" continued again.

Laura understood, she was starting to forget about her father coming back. Not necessarily his father came to him as his mother feared. What Laura didn't know, her father had been waiting for the right time to meet by chance, and of course it was all Jamal's own engineering.

During the friendship with Zahrah and her other two friends, Laura gradually began to open up. Although the girl herself was not aware of it, but Laura's expression had slightly changed more humane. Laura has started smiling even a little, has started to be curious and learn other things besides being covered in school lessons. The girl learned to blend in, she also learned to ask questions and express what she was thinking despite still feeling doubtful. Hopefully Zahrah can continue to be friends with Laura, so Laura can learn how to be friends with others.

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