My Sunshine
LITTLE HINT

Zidan pretended not to see the handsome boy. He tried to concentrate his attention on a laptop that is still on.

"Well, Raka has taken a shower" said the handsome boy as he ran. Then without asking he hugged the spoiled father.

"Oh yes, fragrant pantesan. Pack your soap yes," replied Zidan.

"Okay, I know." Raka plays the chin of the father. It seemed like this handsome boy liked the father's chin, as well as the thin mustache that adorned the face of this handsome man.

"That's it, Raka herself said that you like the smell of lavender, right." Zidan tidied up Raka's hair that was still wet from bathing.

"Eh, yes. Raka forgot, Dad." This handsome boy chuckled. While Zidan just smiled and acted like Raka as usual. While Raka immediately embraces both hands on the neck of the father.

"Well, can't Raka ask you something?" Raka looked at Zidan.

"Ask, honey. Raka wants to ask what?" Zidan poked Raka's nose.

"We're sitting there, Dad!" Raka pointed at the sofa and invited the person to sit there.

"okay!" answer Zidan. Slowly and carefully, Zidan finally got up from his seat and obeyed the son to chat on the sofa in their room.

Since he was allowed to ask, Raka asked. "Dad you know the same thugs that attacked us last night?" This handsome boy looked at his father.

"Dad doesn't know for sure, Dek. Because I haven't got the full information. Wh why? Does Raka suspect something?" search Zidan. This handsome man returned the glare of the son's sparkling eyes. Like knowing something.

"If surely Raka doesn't know either, Dad. But the man who stabbed Dad, Raka often saw near the school." Raka looked at Zidan.

"What cooking?" Zidan frowned in disbelief.

"Seriously, Dad. Raka discussed this with Mother. Said Raka's mother to tell dad, "this handsome boy added.

Zidan looked at Raka briefly. Then he thought too. Could it?

"If Raka doesn't believe, go to Mother's place. Let's see the photos on your phone!" take Raka with you, while pulling the father's hand slowly.

"OK, briefly. Father is a little troubled to wake up," replied Zidan as he tried to get up from the sofa. Then without saying much they left the room and walked towards Nandita's room.

Actually, Zidan is not comfortable in Nandita's room. Afraid of his perverted thoughts relapsing. Afraid the thought of wanting to hug the woman relapsed. Especially if you smell the typical aroma of Nandita. It felt as if Zidan's maleness soul had instantly risen. If Nandita had been able to talk well, and had been sweet to him. I want Zidan to get her married. Living together under one roof.

Ah, I don't know when that could happen, Zidan's inner gaze while glancing at the spoiled son.

"Bun!" call Raka, knocking on the door of the beautiful woman's room.

"Yes, one minute!" A soft voice came from behind the door. Then the door opened not long.

Zidan's eyes sparkled. Because he is in

suguhi the scenery that makes Zidan's heart adem. Nandita dressed casually. Only wear white t-shirts and long flower-patterned culots. It looks so sweet, even though the shirt and pants are overstuffed. Moreover, wet hair that is loose free. It certainly gives a sweet impression to the woman. Plain face without make up, but looks smooth without acne. Natural red lips without lipstick. Not to mention the smell of lavender coming out of the woman's body. Of course, success stirred up the soul of this handsome man's maleness. Honestly Zidan was anxious himself. He wanted to hug the woman and shed everything he wanted to hold. I don't know, Zidan was so tormented by this. It turns out that Nandita has succeeded in making her male soul struggling with great.

Please Zidan, not now. You can be scratched by your son. You see for yourself the greatness of your son, his gloves horrified Zidan, Zidan muttered in his heart. Then he smiled amusedly, imagining Raka would attack him if he dared to kiss the mother.

"Bun, Raka told me. I want to see his picture, can you?" raka asked as the door of the beautiful woman's room opened for them.

"Can, wait a minute. Mommy get her phone first," answered Nandita as she walked away leaving two handsome men loyal waiting for her at the door.

Basic Zidan, he thought Nandita would let him into the room. But unfortunately, Nandita is very guarding her privacy. Makes Zidan ashamed of himself.

Shortly Nandita approached them and gave the man her phone.

"You should sit down, you will get sick at the seams" Raka warned.

"Okay, I may" replied Zidan According. With a limp Zidan walked up to the sofa and sat there alone. Nandita followed from behind.

They sat on their own sofa. Raka on the bench with her dad. Nandita on the sofa next to her.

"Eh, sorry Bun. I'm presumptuous," said Zidan when he immediately opened the application owned by Nandita without permission.

"It's okay, just open it," replied Nandita.

"OK, where's it stored?" ask Zidan.

"In the chat message there is, in the contact bu Sonia," replied Nandita while getting up and sitting next to Zidan.

"This, tu. Same as last night's guy. The clothes are the same, the yellow shirts in the squad with jackets" Nandita explained. Without thinking. Unfortunately not with this man who flanked mother and child. His heart seemed to explode, because he did not focus on the problems they faced. The focus instead shifted to this lavender-scented woman.

"Well!" tegur Raka was shocked.

"Eh, why?" zidan asked in surprise.

"Kok Daddy bengong, that's mother you tell me," said Raka while staring strangely at the father.

"Eh, yes sorry-sorry. Where's Bun's picture?" zidan asked, trying to shake off something that was blocking his focus.

"Here you go, it ... try to zoom in," Pinta Nandita showed the photo. Zidan was serious about remembering and studying the photo.

"Yes, actually Bun. That's the guy who attacked us last night. Who is this taking photos?" Zidan frowned.

"This is Sonia's mom taking photos, Dad. He loves to take pictures of us while playing or doing activities. Then accidentally this thug cupped the camera. She used to hang out in front of Raka's school. Kan Dad knows in front of the school Raka the atmosphere is like that. Looks like we're being watched, right, Dad? " reply answered according to what he thought. Directly the soul detektig this child rises.

"It looks like it, Deck. There's no way someone's attacking if they don't have a reason, is there? Try to consult this with your friend. The next time he understood," Zidan replied trying to cover up his suspicions. Act plain, so that Nandita does not suspect that actually a bunch of thugs are his enemy.

"It looks like it, Dad. You see, he also pretended to be a buyer of corpse equipment in the shop. Could this also be part of his mission, Dad?" Raka made her point clearer.

"Good God, since when was that? Is that true, Bun? " ask Zidan.

"Yes, I think you've seen this guy in the store" replied Nandita, asking for his phone.

Zidan just frowned. How does Nandita know? He never went to the store.

"Ni, Dad. She ain't?" nandita asked while showing the CCTV footage of the store.

Oh, he saw from the CCTV footage, kirain, Zidan's mind. Again this handsome man was fooled by his own prejudice.

"Yes, Bun. This is it" said Zidan. Back to his plain pretentious attitude he let out.

"Bun, may not be the photo and video recording, I ask. Let your friends find out who they are!" pinta Zidan is soft.

"Sure, where did you send this to?" ask Nandita.

"To my father's number, Bun, please" replied Raka spontaneously.

Nandita looked at Zidan. Because all this time Nandita did not want to be related to Zidan. What else through the world. Otherwise, he might buy Raka his own phone. Nandita kept her distance.

"If not Mother send to Raka aja number, Bun. Let Raka later send to Dad," said Zidan gave way.

"Not pa-pa. Where's number!" reply Nandita to receive.

If at this moment Zidan could cheer, then he would cheer without shame. It's just that he has to keep his wife in front of the son. Don't let his fun drop his pride. Although it is undeniable that he really likes this. Finally he has Nandita's personal number, without asking for anything more pushy.

Without waiting for more time, Zidan also read his mobile number. Nandita also noted. Then he saved the number, before he sent all the files that Zidan wanted.

Zidan was grateful that God was really good to him. Unintentionally, God had given her a hint. To find out who exactly is behind the attack.

Seriate...

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