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Murkanya Mr. Antoni

Farrel closed his eyes for a moment, could he be frank with his father and mother about Lura. Seeing his father's cruel and hard winger that was very difficult for him to penetrate.

Seeing Farrel who was about to speak Mr. Irawan immediately searched for him with many words. Farrel was not given a gap to speak.

Bu Prita walked over to her son. He embraced Farrel's hand and stroked her quietly while whispering.

“Listen to your father speak do not speak anything,” whispered Bu Prita and Farrel again could only sigh.

Accusations have been made by a woman to invite her to fall on illegal goods was said Mr. Antoni.

Farrel could not accept. Although Lura's name was not mentioned, Farrel felt the direction of his father's conversation pointed at Lura.

“You know because of you, I have to pay double payment to your college! Good thing your mother didn't send you that money! If it is already certain that money will you use to buy illegal drugs !” Mr. Irawan smiled faintly and slanted towards Farrel. His father's words hurt so much. But different tones and every word if dealing with society. Wired and wise 'that's what Mr. Irawan said. Or it's just a lie.

Hearing all his father's words, Farrel clenched his hands.

Ms. Prita's still trying to hold Farrel. She knew her husband's indisputable and stubborn attitude.

“Basic child can not be set, you think life is easy. I'm being tough to build you up to be stronger in the lead. If in this case you fall into the illicit goods how will it be!”

“Enough, dad! You guys are so selfish! Dad was pushing me too much. And Mom never defended me. Was I born just to be your wish-gratifying doll?” asked Farrel in a soft voice.

“Farrel!” call Bu Prita slowly.

“Do you think without your father, your life could be as good and comfortable as it is today?”

Farrel shook his head slowly.

“I even feel depressed by the rules of father!” chirps Farrel.

Plaque....

Brugh....

Hard slap he received from Mr. Irawan until Farrel's body fell to the floor.

Not until there, Mr. Antoni kicked Farrel, his son to curl up to protect his body.

“Enough, Dad! Enough!” Bu Prita tried to dissuade her angry husband from hearing Farrel's words so as not to give another kick to his son.

“You saw this boy! I told you not to set him free too much. You never heard my words.Free he gives us many achievements but eventually will make us ashamed like this!” said Mr. Irawan with an emotional tone to Bu Prita.

Smile miris Farrel give. He looked at the two in turn. Bu Prita approached Farrel wanting to help his son immediately.

But Farrel brushed off Bu Prita's help.

“Do you know, because mom sent me money late. The only person who cares about me becomes my debt exchanger. A woman who knows nothing about all this. He only knew I was a wearer not long ago and only he wanted my recovery!” lirih Farrel tried to stand up.

“Let him, Mom! Never help her!” sarcas Pak Irawan

“Why don't you just kill me!” cetus Farrell.

“Please don't say that, Son!” Bu Prita spoke in a sad tone. “Didn't you love Mom?” Bu Prita tried to grab Farrel's slightly unsteady body.

“Why don't you just die while taking that illegal drug!” connect Mr. Irawan with an annoyed look towards Farrel.

“Dad..!” pekik Bu Prita's. “Why talk like that. If you want that, I'd rather die with my son than lose him. Please father fight alone with father's wishes!” said Bu Prita with tears that slid out of his eye peluk.

Farrell looked at his mother. His mother still defended him. Farrel thought he could ask him for help.

“Who said that? Mamih Rosa,” serobot Mr. Antoni when he heard Farrel's remarks. “You have to deal with that guy?”

“Dad know who he is?” farrel asked as he crawled closer to his father. “Please save Lura. He's innocent, I sacrificed himself to keep your good name. Mamih rosa threatened me to derail his candidacy and destroy your good name, Dad! I chose to sacrifice it for the good name of this family! I beg you to save Lura, redeem her from Mamih Rosa!” Farrel gathered in front of his father.

“Good if you are still thinking about the good name of this family!” said Mr. Irawan still with his haughty attitude.

“Dad I beg!” Pinta Farrel rests in front of his father.

“I'll think about that but you have to go to the rehab, shut up and say nothing about the matter. Follow what I will do to you,” said Mr. Irawan firmly.

It seemed like he thought about this matter seriously there would be a charade for the sake of saving his good name in front of many people.

“Yes, I will do that, as long as Lura is free from Mamih Rosa!” lirih Farrell. He is ready to go with what will happen to him.

Bu Prita came back to her son. He tried to guide Farrell to rise.

“Wake! We're going to the room! I help treat your wounds and there's something I want to talk to you about, it's about Lura!” Bu Prita tried to persuade Farrel. “Mother promised to talk about this with your father, but please for now follow his orders, Son!” Farrel slowly stood up and followed his mother's steps leading him to the room.

At home contract.

Dina was seen pacing back and forth in front of the door of her rented room was ten at night, Lura had not returned.

His friend promised to let him know if anything happened. But until now there has been no news to Dina.

“Where the hell are you? Make me worry. Where on the phone not picked up again!” Dina tried to dial Lura's phone number again. Not lifted again.

“Why I don't feel so good! I swear I thought the same thing, kid! Said ngeyel anyway I told stayin from the first even do not want, reason pity. If this is the case, who will feel sorry for him. Mending the Farrel there are still parents who can feel sorry for him. ‘Lah you, Ra. Who wants to feel sorry for you, if not myself the same I who already adek you me!” gerutu Dina while walking back and forth in front of the gate.

“Gue phone again. Once a time connected.” Dina returned to call Lura's number.

The phone is still active, but no one is lifting. But when Dina was about to turn it off, a greeting sounded from across the phone.

“Halo,” greet someone from across the phone.

“Halo, who is this? Why my tape tape tape can be just as you?” cecar Dina without a stale base.

“Sorry, the owner of this phone was unconscious he was taken away with a woman looking glamorous!”

Dina furrowed her brows not understanding the intent that the person across the phone was saying.

“Who is it?” ask Dina later.

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