The Mafia's Love Concubine
THE SCSM 27
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Diana who was still limp after the funeral continued to be accompanied by Amel in her room, while Adam and his three friends chose to chat on the front porch of Diana's rented house.
"Dee's father, where?" whispered Ardi.
Adam who had just consciously circulated his gaze looking for the figure of a middle-aged man who had seemed relaxed, there was no sadness on the face of the husband who had just died his wife.
"Where is it? I'm afraid Dee is both equally father" said Adam who suddenly made his three friends look at Adam a little full of investigation because their friend never told anything about his family.
"Emang why?" ask Akram.
"Gue can't believe, fear!" lirih Adam's.
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The day went on and the night, the first Tahlilan was finished an hour ago because not many came, the splashing rain from the Maghrib did make anyone reluctant to get out of the house.
"Dee, eat yes" Adam pleaded to Diana who was leaning weakly in the living room.
"I'm bribing ya, you'll be sick"
Diana shook her head, one by one relatives and neighbors had said goodbye to go home, only three young people left who will teach until dawn.
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Adam wriggled behind the sheath that covered his tall body, he stretched the muscles that felt so painful because he had to sleep on a mat and a pillow.
"Dee, baby" called Adam while knocking on his lover's tightly shut bedroom door.
Diana who was still curled up finally woke up and opened the door, her eyes still swollen and red sign that she did not sleep because she cried last night.
"I'll go home first, change my clothes. What breakfast do you want me to bring"
"I don't want anything, thank you for being with me all this time" said Diana softly, her tears now coming down as she imagined that there was no Adam with her.
Diana released Adam's departure with a feeling of sincerity, not satisfied it feels like she cried in the arms of the young man who had not taken off his grip yesterday afternoon.
His gaze turned to the father who had just returned from nowhere, there was no intention for Diana to ask the figure of the man who had been twice in the house died by his wife.
"Your mother is no longer there, who will work later" jolted Mr. upset to think of his days ahead just to eat or maybe to gamble capital.
"Does my father deserve to ask me that question? both of my mothers died because they were tired of working, while my father did illegal things all the time, why not just die!" diana's screams were irritated with cries breaking again.
Plaaq..
A slap hard enough to land on Diana's cheek, her face was instantly red as her anger intensified.
His stifled sense of regret seemed to come out just like that when he was screaming, no matter there were several pairs of eyes that saw the two fighting. There was even a neighbor who came closer but Diana prevented it, she did not want others to join in the father's rampage.
"Bad! the child does not know himself" snapped the father so echoed into the entire middle room, the middle-aged man was no less raise his tone.
"Dare to say that to your own father!"
"Father does not deserve to be called Father, because the father is never useful to us".
Diana ran to her room, she locked the brown door tightly while sitting crouched down below.
He cried bitterly shedding his disappointment and heartache.
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Dee wants to follow mom with mom...