
Heavy rain blanketed the entire city ...
For some reason suddenly the atmosphere became very moody, he felt that nature did not allow Miss to be sad.
"All the places we've been to, but longing isn't there, you have to find where son is?" asked the father, he felt that the girl was very good at hiding.
There is one place that has not been visited by father and Rasta, which is a tree house.
"Dad, we go to the tree house, where it's near the campus."
"Okay we're on the way there."
The father immediately gas headed for the tree house in question.
In the midst of the rain situation, everything became precarious, let alone there was lightning striking.
But all that does not make both of them discouraged in looking for Miss.
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Arriving at a tree house near campus ...
The father's car is now beside the tree house, fortunately the rain has begun to subside, so there is no need to use an umbrella to climb up to the top of the tree house.
"Dad, I'll go up first, okay?"
He said goodbye to his father that he would go upstairs to talk to Miss.
"OK son, be careful, I'm waiting for you downstairs."
"Yes." Yeah."
Rasta got out of the car, she stared at the tree house which was quite tall. He approached the stairs that would help him climb up, praying first that everything would go smoothly.
Slowly the stairs lead his body to the top, where the possibility of Missing is located.
His body was at the entrance of the tree house.
"Rin?" call Rasta.
"Don't approach me" replied Miss.
The girl seems to have understood if Rasta came, until without seeing, it was in her mind the presence of Rasta.
"I don't want to bother you, it's just, I want to tell you about dad and me, our relationship as a family!" rasta said carefully.
Missing has not responded, it's just that her crying sounds very heartbreaking.
"Thanks!" rasta.
He approached Miss slowly, then asked the girl to listen to him, only that there was no response spoken from her mouth or gestures.
Rasta took the initiative to express her feelings.
Rasta revealed what was in his heart without exception because in fact he loved a very good and cheerful Miss.
Baper's problem, it's the same with him. Two people who are baper and in love with each other.
The girl was still silent, Rasta did not want to be a stubborn person just that she wanted to hear Miss talk.
Until Rasta had to shut up and wait there, until morning came.
The morning …
The sound of a bird perched on a tree branch made Rasta surprised, she opened her eyes and there were already blankets and pillows, she tried to collect her life.
“It looks like Miss enveloped me and gave me this pillow,” said Rasta.
He circulated his gaze in all directions, then he realized that Miss was not there.
Rasta panicked, she tried to get down from the tree house, but on her chest was a letter that seemed to be written by Miss.
The man sat down and opened the letter.
Slowly Rasta took the letter out of place and unfolded the white paper.
“I think Miss has not gone long, the proof of the folds he gave to this paper looks still new.
He started reading it.
“Rasta, sorry! I do love and love you, only I can't accept that you're the son of a woman who destroyed my parents' household. I'm gone, don't ever look for me again.”
“What is this? how could he leave so soon? I don't accept!”
Rasta immediately came down from the tree house, but when she was downstairs, the father's car was not there.
He also forgot that his phone was in the car.
“Gosh! where are you and miss! how can I fall asleep!”
Rasta ruffled her hair, she immediately looked for a pay phone around her campus.
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Elsewhere, the father and daughter were together, the princess asked her father not to say anything to the man she loved so much.
“Dad, don't say anything to Rasta. If we were to mate, he would definitely look for me and ask for marriage. But until now, he did not follow to this house,” said Miss who is now in Erin's place.
“He'll be there without a vehicle, he's with dad. His phone is also in the car, as a result, my son will be difficult to get here.”
“Leave it on dad, he's got a lot of dust.”
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