Miss Coollant Mr. Sangkang
35. DID HE TROUBLE YOU?

"I've always heard grandfather arguing with Papa. I really feel sorry for Papa who continues to be scolded like that" Zafia said grudgingly.

Mayra fell silent not directly answering Zafia's remarks. Indeed, all this time Mayra knew that the relationship between her grandfather and Zafia's father was not good. All that Mayra knew from her mother. But, her mother forbade Mayra to tell Zafia.

"Don't say anything to Zafia. Whatever you know about Uncle Damiant!" her mother at the time.

"Including about Uncle's affair too, Ma?" mayra asked her mother.

"Yes. Including about that."

Mayra is really feeling sorry for Zafia. Because the girl doesn't know how her father actually behaves.

"May, what do you think I should do. So that Papa and grandpa can be better?" asked Zafia, suddenly breaking Mayra's daydream.

"Come, Fi. I can't think right now." Mayra answered lazily.

Zafia was slow to get no satisfactory answer from Mayra.

"Well! Though I really hope for you, May."

Mayra could see the disappointed look on Zafia's face. It makes the young woman feel sorry. Mayra always couldn't if she saw Zafia grieve.

"Let's think about it again, yeah. Now we better rest. I'm tired of taking a nap."

Mayra got up from her seat and pulled her suitcase.

"Where do you want to sleep, Fi? Upstairs or sleeping in the basement?" ask Mayra.

"Where are you sleeping, May? Upstairs or downstairs?"

Instead of answering Zafia, she asked Mayra.

"Why ask me?" Mayra squinted her eyes.

"I don't want to be away from you, May. If you sleep upstairs. I'll sleep there too."

Hearing Zafia's words, Mayra could only shake her head.

"I feel more like a mother than a friend" he said.

"Wherever I am, it seems like you're most attached to me." Mayra.

Zafia smiled broadly at Mayra. Because what Mayra said is true. Zafia can't be far from Mayra. If they had met like this. Their love is so great. Both Zafia and Mayra loved each other.

"Aren't I inseparable from you?" sutu Zafia with confidence.

"Well! Alright. We'll just sleep upstairs. Come on!" take Mayra in the end.

"Come on!" exclaim Zafia cheerfully.

The two then walked by pulling each other's suitcases. Mayra leads Zafia to an elevator. It just so happens that the menses they currently occupy are fully equipped and luxurious. No need to go up and down using stairs. There is only one elevator available.

Ting!

The elevator doors opened and now Zafia and Mayra were already on the upper floor of the mansion. It is located on the third floor which has two rooms. The room is equally large. Which was designed that way for Mr. Estell's two grandchildren.

"You're the one on my right on the left" Mayra said as they exited the elevator.

"alright. Happy resting!"

The two split up and entered their rooms.

Cleavers.

Sound of door closed. Zafia rolled her eyes across the room. The room that Zafia will occupy is designed with soft pink paint. Which is arranged in such a way. Very beautiful according to the girl's favorite.

"Very beautiful," muttered Seruni admiring her room.

The girl walked towards her bed. Without any longer, Zafia immediately broke down her body.

"Tired," the girl muttered as she closed her eyes.

The girl decided to take a break. Hope his fatigue can be reduced after sleeping for a while.

Elsewhere, Arbhy and Hamdani have just exited the airport. Both have been waiting for a taxi, which Hamdani ordered _online_.

"We're going straight home, Bang?" ask Arbhy.

The brothers were sitting in a taxi. The driver was packing their suitcases in the trunk.

"Ah, yes too. I'm tired too. I want to go to sleep soon."

Arbhy leaned his body against the back of the chair. No more talking between the two. When the taxi driver came in and sat behind the wheel. Not much talk. The driver simply asked where they were headed and Hamdani immediately told him.

Allowing taxi drivers to drive comfortably. Hamdani and Arbhy themselves chose to close their eyes. Choose to rest yourself on the way home.

Meanwhile, Mr. Arabica's residence today looks boisterous. Because of a young girl who was playing in the park.

"Fifth, Honey! Don't run around falling!" shouted grandma.

"Leave it, Dami. Running good to build his leg muscles," the grandfather interjected.

Madam Damiyati could only sigh heavily. For her husband, none other than Mr. Abraham, forbade her when she wanted to pursue her grandson.

"Surtis!" call Madame Damiyati to her maid.

"I, Madam."

Surti said as he approached.

"Please accompany Pomegranate. He feared that he had fallen and been wounded" Damiyati told Surti.

"Okay, Him."

Replying obediently, Surti immediately ran a small chase after Pomegranate. A three-year-old boy.

"You don't spoil her too much, Dami. It's not good for him in the future" Mr Abraham reminded his wife.

"Where can I behave like that" Damiyati said quietly.

"Fifth is very similar to his mother. It always reminds me of our daughter." Damiyati spoke her mind.

Mr. Abraham, who was sipping his tea, paused for a moment while looking at the look on his wife's face.

"Dami, I don't want to because of your sadness. Our grandchildren become spoiled individuals. That's not very good. In the future, our little Pomegranate will become a spoiled girl. I don't want my granddaughter to be like most teenagers out there."

Madam Damiyati looked directly at her husband with a look of wonder.

"What do you mean, Aber?"

Aber is Damiyati's favorite call to Mr. Abraham.

"Dad doesn't want his granddaughter to be spoiled, Ma. So that he depends only on the people around him."

Abraham had not yet answered the voice of someone who had already said. Abraham and Damiyati immediately turned their eyes to the source of the voice.

"Thanks!"

Madam Damiyati was seen sumringah when she saw her son. Arbhy walked over to his parents. Followed by Hamdani behind him.

"You're back?" Mrs Damiyati welcomed her son's hand.

"Yet, Ma. Looks like I'm still in Aussie" Arbhy said.

Plaque.

Madame Damiyati hit her son's arm softly with anxiety. Arbhy grimaced while chuckling small.

"Did Arbhy trouble you?" abraham asked Hamdani.

"Where might I trouble brother-in-law. I'm not a kid anymore, Dad." Arbhy quickly interjected, before Hamdani preceded him.

"No, Dad. He just freaked me out a little" Hamdani said.

"really?" mr. Abraham's forehead is wrinkled.

His eyes looked towards Arbhy.

"Don't look at me like that, Dad!" arbhy said wrong.

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