RUINED MY SELF "BY YVE"
PROTECTOR IN THE SHADOW
Mr. Fauzan looked around as soon as Yve and his wife walked towards the public restroom.
In front of them lies a vast artificial lake, complete with duck, goose and canoe boats.
“We just wait there yuk!” mr. Fauzan saw a bamboo saung not far from the lake.
“Yuk get there! Before anyone else gets to it!” take Daniel to his papa.
“Hei ... I can still walk by myself!” pak Fauzan's.
Daniel grimace, “Iya-iya gosh! I want to be helped too!”
“Papa is not that old to help! Haiz ...,” hits Daniel's head softly.
Daniel's back giggling.
The three sat back in the saung until Yve finally came with Risma.
Yve looks beautiful wearing the dress that Daniel bought for her.
“Hya ... Apart from princess Ariel, why is she now princess Elsa?” cibir Yve looked down at Daniel.
“That's so pretty baby!” puji Vee's.
“Too sparkly Ma!” Yve manyun's.
Miss Risma and Mr. Fauzan chuckled.
“Hya .. You should thank me! That dress really suits you,” Danie sneered.
“We want a holiday not to go to a party!” deny Yve's upset.
“Ya has returned here, let me replace with another!”
“Not good!” Yve took one step back holding onto the dress she was wearing.
Grunting smile, “Cih .. hya! What the hell does it want?”
Looking to the lake, “You ride it!” pointing with a ketus.
Daniel soon down, “I want to ride alone .. don't want to invite you,” precede excited.
“Hya!” Yve chase, “Wait!”
Daniel turned his body around sticking out his tongue, half running.
“Hya .. beware if you get it,” is still chasing.
Vee smilingly looked at Mr. Fauzan and Ms. Risma.
Mr. Fauzan snorted smilingly at Daniel, while Risma's mother chuckled lightly shaking her head.
“Hahaha! There-just-there they are,” sit open the picnic basket.
Vee immediately helped Miss Risma prepare the food.
“He used to be Yve's age when I used to ask him to play here .. haiz, why he's so fast growing that big! Ckckck ...,” pak Fauzan shook his head clucking.
“But the childishness still never goes away! Hahaha ..” sahut bu Risma.
Vee smiled thinly, “That became a typical cirri sir Daniel .. jolly and always cheerful!”
“Mama heard your arm was injured? How now?” look at Vee's arm.
Smile, “That's nothing!”
Sniffing arm Vee, “Other times don't fight anymore .. mama worry!”
Smiling grimaced, “If no one offends White Purple, of course I won't fight!”
“This you!” mr. Fauzan smilingly patted Vee's back slowly.
“Thanks yes!” said Miss Risma.
Vee looks down sad, “Mama .. Papa, forgive Vee!”
Follow sad, but still trying to smile, “Why should apologize?”
“Vee listen, Daniel did not eat all day huh?” looking up at Daniel and Yve who were riding on a duck boat.
“He was very surprised .. so did we,” looked down sadly.
“Sorry for not telling everything first!” Vee did not dare to look up at Risma's mom.
Sniffing Vee's hand, “You must have your own reasons .. didn't you say, he's the person you hate the most?”
“Then, how about you yourself? Getting married without love is the same as deliberately entering into a haunted house that will make you uncomfortable for life!” Mr. Fauzan looked at Vee.
Smiling, “Pak Didik has also scolded me about this. But back again, all just for Yve's sake. I've been a little kara and hard since I was a kid. I just want Yve not to be as lonely as my childhood. Which child will not be happy to get affection from both parents?”
“No need to get married if indeed you do not like,” bu Risma rubbed under her eyes.
Vee chuckles sadly trying to comfort herself, “Why is mom crying?” come glassy.
Embracing Vee with one hand, “Don't overextend yourself!”
Rubbing her eyes, “Yazza will demand custody if I don't go back to her. And the one I fear the most is ... lose Yve!”
“You've been babysitting her all this time. The court will definitely decide you are entitled to custody of Yve.” Mr. Fauzan again gently stroked Vee's back.
Screaming, “The people behind Yazza are not random people! He could have bought the law and made what he wanted a landslide victory for him.”
Vee remembers Mr. Bald, his assistant and Leo.
All three look very understanding about the business and are smart enough to handle a problem.
From the way they talked the last time they talked to Vee was predictable, they were not random people.
...***...
Hirza was wearing a hat, sunglasses and a jeans jacket sitting under a tree.
Xean pulls Hans shoulder, “Hya .. papa so like that again!” whispering into Hans ears while glancing towards his papa who was sitting speechless.
This time Hans wore a hoodie with a raised head covering.
From behind his sunglasses, he looked towards Hirza focusing.
“Already, don't talk much just yet!” hiss Hans.
Take off the hat, “Gerah .. very hot! Many people also,” Xean's lips are not too fond of the crowd.
Hans kebabili put on Xean hat, “Do not remove later caught.”
“I still wear the Pirate costume, plus I have to wear a thick jacket .. anyways why not just go home first!”
As soon as Vee leaves the Nirwana family home, Hirza immediately comes and tells them to come with her.
Even Hirza had prepared a replacement driver to bring Hans' car home.
“Haiz! This kid complains a lot!” Hans sneered.
“We are not James Bond,” sneers manyun, “cih .. why not just meet aunt Vee anyway?”
Hirza turned his head, “Papa said .. if we meet him, the aunt will get in trouble!”
“Tap now acquainted! Why do I still have to hide?” Ask a plain Xean.
“Even if it has become closer though, if you can not see it too often. If uncle Rudi knows, papa will be scolded,” replied Hirza flatly.
Xean let out a long sigh, staring at Vee.
“Xean suspects, papa keeps following him quietly like this .. lest it be true if he's my real mama!”
“Hush!” Hans nudged Xean's arm.
“Why?” sneer Xean rubbed his arm.
“Internally!” Hans looked around.
Two of Gerry's men, who were watching Vee's apartment at the time, looked suspicious around the park near the lake.
“Mas bro! That's them!” Hans pointed with a head gesture.
“So the storm really came?” Hirza sneered a cynical smile.
Hans stood up, put on a mask and turned over his glasses.
“Time to play!” a fierce snort squinted his eyes.
...-@,@- To Be Continue -@,@-...
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