Young Dad's!

Chapter 21's

My son is an athlete, his journey is still long, and he MUST continue his dream. So I don't accept if he marries this father's son. Do you want my child's dreams ruined?

"Dad..." Bio's mother who pulled his hand gave the code not to talk like that to Dew's Dad.

"Yes right?" Daddy Bio's loud speech.

"Well, what to do, better to throw it away. Bastard children do not deserve to live, after all it is clear that the father of the girl is not right. I don't deserve my son" he added.

"My son does not deserve my father. Obviously my son is an athlete, a volleyball athlete. Ceanelia seedlings, the best female athletes who are very very inappropriate for the father" stressed Dewun's father. Father Bio's face could not believe he continued to look at the Dewun, and Sore also looked at the Dew which also did not believe in the Dewun of an athlete.

"If you don't want to take responsibility straight to the point, don't underestimate my son, and treat my grandson as an illegitimate child. What girl would want to get pregnant outside of marriage? No one wants it. I say goodbye and I commemorate my father not to approach my son again" he added calmly.

Dew's father stood up and clasped Dew's hand leading him out of the house, in a very upset mood. Ibu Bio approached and apologized to Bio's father for talking to hurt his heart.

"I don't need an apology, I need your son's responsibility"

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In the morning at nine o'clock in the afternoon finished exercising by wearing a shirt and shorts in all black, back home with the bike he was wearing. His phone kept vibrating in his pants pocket accompanied by a fairly loud tone.

Tonight we eat together, Dad's house. All celebrating your victory.

Hmmmm...

Hang up the phone and throw the phone on the couch. Lying on the couch for a moment, tired.

"Den's home"

"It's bi"

"Tumben bi Inem just got home at this time" asked Sore while lying on his folded right hand.

"Dating well the same as the brother of the vegetable maker was tuh. Oh... Mang Ayur!" He added that he made bi Inem become embarrassedly unclear, his face reddened, and salting.

"Eh ingga den, just chat" Malunya.

"Emmm. bi Inem is shy, it's okay bi origin responsibility, provide, money keeps mah embat keep bi. Pull the money, if you're already living in ckckck"

"Eh the aden kok tau, bi Inem is angry money aja ckckckck" answer bi Inem makes Sore to laugh giggling to stomach pain.

"Oh yeah, tonight auntie don't have to cook well. Take a break"

"Eat the same father, den?"

"Yes, I ate at his house"

"Oh, okay, ready to go"

It's seven o'clock in the evening, Afternoon is getting ready to wear neat clothes. Very fragrant once his body, took the key of his motorbike and went bamitan to bi Inem. Once there, he was waiting for his stepmother. Very nice person, so that Afternoon considers like his own mother.

"Sore!" Shouting from the voice of the little girl running in a storm approaching Afternoon. Yeah, that's his half-sister named Anya. Very cute, pretty, long brown hair unraveled, her eyes are very round and big, her cheeks are cubby like mangroves, her lips are small.

"Him! call him brother dong. Brother Afternoon" said tell.

"It's nothing ma'am, it's Anya" said as he carried Anya. Anya continued to hug Afternoon very comfortably.