CHEATING FIVE STEPS
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Yuni apologized, while crying as she pleased in front of me. I was just speechless looking at her, there was not the slightest pity or sympathy in my heart, for her self anymore.

What I feel right now is just a sense of annoyance, disappointment, anger and hatred for my stepson. It's been over and over again, he's been playing me and bang Darma.

And over and over again, he made a very fatal mistake. This time, his actions can not be, sorry again.

"Save your crocodile tears, Yun! I'll never believe it again, with all your lies."

I sat my body in a plastic chair, and folded my arms around my stomach. I smiled obliquely, looking at my stepdaughter's acting.

"That's how clever he was playing like that, in front of me." My inner.

"You need to be with me, or with your father, Yun?"

"It needs to be the same father, buk."Answer her shimmily.

"Oh, yes that's it. Since your father is at work, you better go home first, Yun!" say me.

"Later, after your father comes home, you'll be here again!" add me.

"It's hard to push me, it's my dad's house, and I deserve to come here whenever I want!"yuni Protest.

Yuni looked up and looked at me cynically, she did not accept my words earlier. Hearing Yuni's reply just now, my blood instantly boiled in his making.

"Heh, snot boy! What the hell do you want, huh?" challenge me.

"Originally you know, yeah! I have the right to regulate anything, which is in this house. Because what? Because I, is Darma's wife."

"If your father is sick, who will take care of him, if not me? Who's taking care of her needs and her life all this time, if not me?"

"So, don't you ever set me up in this house, remember that's fine!" say I'm firm.

"I want to, I want to share with my father! Let my father refer to me again, with my mother."

"I don't like my mom, I want her mom to be my dad's wife, not my mom." Oceh Yuni's.

"Oh yeah? Try it, you ask yourself the same father. Wanna let him part with me, won't he refer you to your mama again?" reply me.

"Hahaha, your dream is altitude, Yun."

I laughed when I heard that crazy desire. After being satisfied to laugh at Yuni, I went back to chattering at her.

"You think it could be that easy kicking me out of this house, huh? Don't dream little boy, you're of no use to your father."

"So your mouth is yes, buk! Don't say anything, I'm his real son." Answer Yuni.

"If my father dies, my prayer will be most useful for him." Added Yuni.

"Ow ow, what kind of stupid thought is that? Do you have to wait for your father to die first, and then you want to pray for him?" reply me.

"Are you sure you remember praying that your father would die?" my lips.

"Yes, I must remember. I'm the only child, whose prayer would my father wish for, if not the prayer of his son?"reply Yuni relaxed.

"Possibly, you won't remember it again, if you ever had a father!"

"Lagain, you never pray either. How do you wish to pray, your own parents?" my satire is spicy.

"Do not know, I pray or not!" Yuni replied loudly.

"And that, neither is the mother's business, I want to pray cake, or not cake. Don't interfere in my personal affairs. Remember that!"

"You think I don't know. Are you praying or not, Yun?" ask me.

"Yes, I don't know. We don't live in one house, how can you know, I pray or not?"

"I can tell, from the cuttings that never strayed from your fingernails. And from your ever-changing hair, every time you come here."

"That all signifies, if you've never prayed, understand!"

Yuni immediately bowed in embarrassment, hearing my scathing innuendo. He was silent for a moment, not babbling like a parrot anymore. I also fell silent, while continuing to stare hard at him.

After a few minutes of silence, Yuni made a sound again, fiddling with her phone.

"Yes, that's it. I'm coming home, males here a long time. Make my mood broken, so I was sorry I came here!"

I frowned, hearing the rancid rambling of this one boy. I got up straight from the chair, standing right in front of him while folding both my hands on my stomach.

"Heh, sableng boy! Who told you to come here, huh?"

"Yes, I came here because I wanted to see my father. Not to meet, mother!" yuni Balas.

"Don't pretend your amnesia, Yun! Do you know for yourself what time your father is coming home from work?"

"So, why did you craft coming here at this hour?" search me.

"Like me, why does it look like?" challenge Yuni.

After finishing saying the last sentence, the ojek in Yuni's message came. The ojek stopped, right in front of my stall.

Yuni directly came out without permission from the stall, and ran a small approach to his motorcycle. After Yuni got on the bike, the motorcycle was immediately run his motorbike, and they passed away.

"Huh, tired of also facing the sableng boy. Really drain energy and emotions, if it's dealing with him and his baboon."

I muttered, sitting my body back on the plastic chair. I closed my eyes, twitching my forehead which was beginning to feel dizzy.

"Hopefully, someday your nature may change, Yun. And hopefully, you can be a good boy and also good. Amin amin ya rabbal a'lamin."

After feeling relaxed, I went inside the house and laid myself down on a long sofa. I pulled back, and pulled my own hair.

"Huh, if there is a heavy mind, yes this gini. Must be my head immediately crumpled, that's a child making dizzy just his work."

I let out a long sigh, recalling event after event. Lately, it's always disturbing the peace, my life and bang Darma.

"Hopefully, this is all just a dream." I muttered slowly.