
"Please drink his tea." Ara's mother invited her guests for a drink. Ever since the old man in front of him ignored the treats in front of him. Mr. Haga was too busy grumbling and looking outside. He was not calm because his grandson did not show up.
"Come on, in your tea," said Haga, telling Antoni to follow her, who began to drink the tea. At that moment Tristan and Ara appeared from behind. "Come, you sit down," the grandfather ordered who saw them first. Mom looked up and stood up.
"Mother don't leave here" prevent Tristan.
"No. I'm gonna grab a plastic chair over there. Because the chair is not enough if we all sit here," said mother made Tristan blink her eyes. Little shy.
Ara patted Tristan's arm slowly. He laughed slowly. But he suddenly fell silent as Mr. Haga stared from his chair. I stepped away from the guest chair. Tristan pulled Ara's hand to sit down even though she didn't want to.
Mr. Haga scowled at the manner of the two of them. Antoni just looked. He was just a courier who drove his master to this village. She also showed up with a plastic chair in her hand.
The atmosphere of this small living room feels tense, like a big meeting.
"It's better that Antoni and I leave the living room, too" Ara said. Mother raised her chin listening well to what her daughter was going to say. Tristan nodded in disagreement.
"No. You have to be here" Pinta Tristan.
"Sorry, Sir. I find it impolite to insist on sitting here when Mr. Haga wants to talk. Even though this is my home, I want to respect older people. Please talk to both of you." Ara went away. Followed by Antoni and mom.
Antoni to the terrace. While Mom and Ara to the living room. Despite that, they could still hear what Tristan and his grandfather had said.
"Grandfather ask you to go home now, Tristan," said Mr. Haga.
"certain. I'm sure grandpa's home, but not now. I'm still here with Ara and mom." Tristan just made Mr. Haga furious.
"Do you want the company not to run because you're playing around here?" ask grandpa angry.
"I'm not playing around. I'm picking up my girlfriend" Tristan said straightforwardly. This made Ara who heard it blush from blushing.
"Love? So you stick to this choice of yours?" ask grandpa grumpily.
Ara had already tried to prevent the mother from getting out of the place they were hiding, but the mother was too persistent to fight. Ara growling. He opted out and followed mom.
"That's impossible, Mother." Tristan is defending himself.
"No way how? I heard for myself that your grandfather refused you to be close to Ara." Mother pointed at Mr. Haga with her gaze.
"Mother ... Don't come talk. Let them talk to themselves." Ara kept her mother from talking any longer.
"Yes. I don't agree" said Grandfather firmly.
"Grandfather, please don't talk much." Tristan furious.
"Hey, kid. Why are you talking to your grandfather like that?" ask Grandpa not to accept. Antoni also came in because he heard a conversation that was more like this feud.
"Sir. Better, Dad's home. You don't have to make a fuss in my house. Better, you go home and finish it there," Pinta Ara who immediately gave an ultimatum to leave. It's a very obvious expulsion.
"Fra. I can finish it here," said Tristan still tenaciously. Ara shakes.
"No. It won't be over if you don't go home. I beg you," pinta Ara again.
"really. Ara is smart. He knows what to do. Come Antoni. Tristan will come home with us." Mr. Haga is happy. Tristan growled inwardly and turned his head sharply at his grandfather.
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