Hidden Leaning
Under the bed

Kyara opened the door to her apartment. It turns out that the assumption was wrong, not her Mommy who came but Kyara's real father. The one who came was Papi Arman.

"Pa-papi, what's Papi doing here?" Kyara asked nervously,

When Kyara thought that came was her Mommy she was panicking, what else now comes is her Papi who is always chatty and asks her many things. If only Kyara had a self-destructive assessment, it would be like Kyara to disappear from her Papa right now.

"You nervous? is there something you're hiding from Papi?" Arman is very sensitive to his daughter, but unfortunately Kyara prefers to shake her head slowly.

"No, I'm not nervous at all" Kyara denied. "What's Papi doing to my place? Is something going on?" Kyara still asks, because there is still a marketing thing that makes her Papi stop by her place in the morning. Didn't contact him anyway.

"Papi should have asked you, you haven't been to the office for two weeks and your reasons can't be well received. Tell me what you're hiding from Papi." Arman squinted his eyes trying to read the lie in his daughter's eyes. Surely soon his daughter will act like a sweet Angora cat who will admit her mistake. That's usually, but I don't know this time.

"Fire. Em, I'm on vacation. I know I'm guilty forgive me."

"Sorry for which part? You haven't been honest with your Papa." Kyara understands her Papi's intentions but she also lacks the courage to confess her sins.

"Fire."

"Fire."

Arman enters his daughter's apartment unit. And the main purpose is the kitchen of the poem, On the dining table there are two pairs of cutlery also with twelve glasses of use. Arman's suspicions are growing on his daughter.

"Who are you hiding from Papi?" Arman looked at his daughter sharply.

"I, I'm not hiding anyone." Kyara had already bowed her gaze, she did not dare to look at the netra of her Papa.

"You want to be honest or Papi will find out for himself."

Kyara quiet. While Arman had gone into his daughter's room, he was looking for something suspicious in his daughter's room.

Kyara's bed was tidy, and nothing else was left behind or corroborated Arman's accusations. Arman also opened the bathroom and the balcon door but there was nothing there.

Kyara was able to breathe a sigh of relief after previously holding her breath for some time. But still he was worried about where Dirga went, not to let the teenager was determined to jump to the ground floor.

"Kya said, Kyara has nothing to hide."

"But the food on the dinner table shows there's someone else in the house, other than yourself, dear." Arman still suspects Kyara.

"There was an aunt who had breakfast with me."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then where'd your aunt go now?"

"To the super market to buy groceries."

"alright. You're at the office today?"

"Of course Pi, Papi doesn't see if I'm tidy?"

"We have left together." Disconnect Arman.

"Bapi better go first I'll polish a little make up on my face." lied Kyara.

Finally Arman went first to the parking lot he let his daughter to prepare. Kyara immediately locked the door after her father's departure.

"Dirga! Dirgah!" Kyara called her oil husband several times. Towards the balcony and occasionally look down at the ground floor.

"Yes dear."

Dirga was already in behind Kyara.

"You're not papa?" Kyara cupped her husband's cheeks, anxiety evident in Kyara's bead.

"I'm fine." Dirga smiled gently.

"Where are you hiding, I'm afraid you're jumping down." Kyara expressed her fear.

"I'm not going to do anything crazy about Kyara, I haven't even tried my completed missile modifications." Dirga laughed crisply. And instantly get the punch reward on his chest.

"I'm serious."

"I'm hiding under the bed, baby." Dirga kissed Kyara's lips at a glance.

"Go, lest Papi-in-law raid us." Dirga told his wife to go to work immediately at that time.

"Yes, I'm leaving ya." Before leaving Kyara gave a kiss on her husband's cheek.