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Worryingly.

Victor got out of the car. With a hum he walked into the house. Then, he climbed the stairs to the second floor, immediately meeting his son.

“Xander,” call the man while opening the door of his son's room. Xander who was laminated with the company of Mbak Arum, one of the servants in the house. Approaching the papa immediately. Slip into his arms.

“Papa just got home?” asked the son, who was sprawled around Victor's neck.

“Iya, papa just came home, you from earlier why?” victor asked to look at his son's messy playground sitting on the sofa for a moment to spend time with his son.

“Tadi Xander school, oh yeah said Oma soon Xander birthday, can Xander ask for something?” The two little boy's eyeballs looked at the papa expectantly.

“Of course what do you want Xander?” Victor returned the look of his son's eyes. He knew I could not bring a mother who needed and wanted Xander, at least he could give an object or toy he wanted.

“I miss mama , Pa, anything Papa can take mama home. Oma said, Mama is in Africa. Can papa go there to pick up mama,” asked Xander in hopes of actually meeting the mama. At school, he saw his friends were always escorted and awaited by his mother, while he was only picked up by Mbak Arum and Pak Kardi only. No mother figure was accompanying him.

“Don't be sad, papa will try to contact mama, yes son! Papa will bring mom home!” victor said looking at the wall clock almost half seven nights should immediately prepare and immediately pick up Syafira.

“Promise,” urgently.

“Promise, papa will try to persuade mama to come home on your fifth birthday!” victor answered landing a kiss on his son's right cheek. “Ya already you continue to play yes, papa want to shower now,” permission Victor.

“Good Pa.” Xander again ran to the pile of toys, approaching Mbak Arum who is still waiting since.

Then, Victor walked towards his own room. Immediately enter the bathroom, must take a clean shower before meeting with Syafira. Within ten minutes the man had finished the ritual bath. Now he is looking in front of the mirror while choosing the clothes he will wear. There is no choice because all the clothes are dominated by black and white. Most colors are dark and rarely have a light color in the row of clothes that are usually worn.

Finally he decided to wear black jeans and medium-sleeved shirts in maron that are very compatible with the color of his skin is pure white. Not to forget Victor styled his flap hair combed to the right. And the scent of mint lurks into the perfume she chose tonight.

Geck.

Geck.

Geck.

There was a knocking on the door. Just as Victor was preparing to leave.

“Ya, briefly,” says while opening the door. In front of him stood the mother who looked at him with an unusual look.

“Where are you going? Perfumed once?” madam Hani asked, barging into her son's room.

“I have a dinner with my acquaintance Ma,” he replied it is impossible to tell if he has a special dinner with Syafira. Nah! No, for now.

“Not with Syafira right?” madam Hani's eyes grew sharper and sharper.

“Previously sorry if you suspected, earlier you had checked the CCTV and you found you entered Syafira's room and just came out at ten p.m. What are you guys doing? You're not in a relationship with that kid, are you?” ask Madam Hani.

“Oh that, so last night I was confused to say or not about the relationship with Natasha to mama, and Syafira already knew that our relationship was over, so last night I told Syafira let me just tell mama,” Victor's story flatly, he didn't want the mama to be suspicious.

“Chat like that until ten o'clock at night, and why should I hide when my mom is there!” Madam Hani doesn't believe that. As a mother she knew how her son felt when he lied or tried to cover up something.

“Night Syafira, still wishing me and Natasha could reunite. He was determined to keep what happened to Mom a secret, so we argued for a moment. Before I explained that I and Natasha were impossible together,” explained calmly. Even though his heart was afraid of being discovered.

“Oh so, Mama thought you and Syafira had a special relationship!” sama later.

“No Ma, I love Syafira but not as a lover.” Victor hesitated, but he kept saying that to make his mother believe.

“Good, anyway if you go out or marry Syafira mama will not agree, and your papa she will definitely expel Syafira from here. You don't forget how you used to beg your father to let you take care of Syafira!” madam Hani tries to find honesty in the eyes of her son.

“Yes, Ma, I remember. It used to be mama who begged my father to let me bring Syafira to this house.” The shadow of his youth seeing Syafira crying on the porch of the house because the father did not allow him to enter the house again crossed his mind.

“Good if you still remember, mama hope you don't waste it by doing stupid things!” message Madam Hani. Although the son had clearly stated that he did not have any relationship with Syafira he still did not believe one hundred percent.

“No Ma, I have nothing to do with Syafira,” insists Victor once again.

Madam Hani nodded in confidence.

“I'm leaving now Ma,”.

“Be careful, don't come home late at night!” message Madam Hani. Slowly, and enthusiastically much different from earlier Victor stepped down the stairs to the ground floor.

Then, he got into his black Lamborghini car which he had prepared to date Syafira. He sat behind the wheel, and started running his car out of the gate. Stay away from home at a moderate pace.

He saw the locket he had bought on his way home. If you haven't talked to your mom just now. Victor was confident that he would give the necklace and pendant to Syafira later. However, doubts crept back in his heart. If he continues to follow his desire to have a romantic relationship with Syafira. That's risky because the papa will definitely drive out Syafira if he finds out about it.

Wouldn't it be better for Syafira to stay by his side, even if it can't be had? The man's chest felt heavy, he who was originally impatient to meet Syafira soon became shuffled. There was a fear that suddenly dominated his heart.

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