Love 3 Triangle (3 Friends)
Papa's Message

"Don't Pa, it's_"

Byurr....

Mr. Tomo immediately spouted cocopandan syrup which was deliberately given salt by Adit to prank Lidya.

Hi hi hi hi... Poor mr. Tomo.

After inviting Lidya to enter the house, Adit behaved very sweetly. He made a glass of coco pandan syrup for Lidya. Not to forget he batuhi salt so that the love virus that is being suffered by his brother was soon healed.

Who would have thought it was his father who sipped the drink.

Flashback.

After Adit's departure, Mr. Tomo enters his house to surprise Lidya.

He just bought a laptop for Lidya which he promised a few days ago.

With sparkling eyes, Lidya received a gift from her father.

Cup

A kiss landed on his father's cheek. "Thank you Pa..." Said later

clique

Clique

Clique

Tak

Tak

Tak

Now the room was filled with the sound of typing the keyboard and mouse from Lidya. He immediately practiced the knowledge he had obtained from Raka.

While his father only saw the expression of his son who was very happy and enthusiastic.

Shortly after, Adit arrived with a glass of juice in his hand.

Shuut

His father immediately snatched a glass of syrup that Adit brought and then immediately drank it, because from earlier Mr. Tomo resisted his thirst.

"Ck ck, wrong target." Adit muttered in his heart.

Flashback off

"Ma. sorry Pa, actually it's_"

"Why Pa?" Sela Lidya's

"It seems like something strange about this syrup, it doesn't taste like usual" said Mr. Tomo innocently

"What are you doing Dit?" Lidya asked with a full look. It was as if he wanted to grab his sister's face.

"Oh, my brother, I didn't mean it." Adit said as he ran to his room and locked the door tightly.

"Adit, look out for you, yes." cried Lidya accompanied the departure of her sister while clenching her fists.

Unsatisfied he shouted, he immediately stood up for and rushed to break down Adit's bedroom door.

As a parent, he did not want to see his two children fighting just because of trivial problems.

"Sit down" commanded Mr. Tomo in a humble voice, making Lidya's heart feel the shade of the voice.

Soon Lidya sat back beside Tomo and exhaled violently to shed her frustration.

"What are you doing with your laptop today, son?" tanya Pak Tomo switched the conversation when looking at the laptop screen containing the names of the three of them who had been edited using the same wordart application as taught by Raka in the Library last afternoon.

"Oh yeah, what do you think?" asked Lidya after tilting her laptop towards Mr. Tomo.

"Good, where did you learn all this?"

"From Mr. Raka Pa," replied Lidya with his leisure.

Moments later, Mr. Tomo's face changed. "Raka?" ask again to make sure.

"Yes, the killer is pa."

"How can you?" now Mr. Tomo's voice is up an octave higher.

"I'm sorry pa.." said Lidya, lowering her head. "Actually just a few days ago we were on a course, not just me. Nurul and Ani are also taught." continued Lidya by putting on a guilty face. He forgot to tell his father. He has been khilaf since he first met with a laptop, to the point that he forgot something as important as that.

"Hmm, rather I taught them pa."." continued Lidya in his heart.

"Is this Raka's way of approaching my Son?" muttered Mr. Tomo in his heart.

Seeing the reaction of his father who was just silent, Lidya finally connected his words. "Ekh, Papa don't think about it, it's a gift for us because we've helped him to enliven the Library again."

"Oh.." replied Mr. Tomo indifferently. He does not fully trust Lidya's explanation which he finds absurd. He did not give Raka special treatment to his son.

"Until when are you going to have a computer course with him?" ask Mr. Tomo coldly.

"Not knowing Pa, the free course is only a few days now anyway, he he he" Lidya replied as she chuckled lightly to melt the atmosphere that felt stiff.

And...

His efforts succeeded, because now his father's burly hand was stroking his head which was still covered with a veil. "Learn the good, son, do not think of anything, let alone dating." said Mr. Tomo to Lidya with a gaze full of affection and hope.

"Remember Papa's message" he continued later in a more stressed tone.

"Yes Pa..."

"Hmm, Papa's going back first."

"Yes Pa."

"Have you eaten, son?"

"Not Pa"

"The machine used to hold Papa on the dining table."

"Good Pa."

Lidya could not say anything else, because she felt that her father had just pinned down a wish that she felt was too heavy to bear alone.

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