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Chapter 15 - Just want to hit

Just keep his promise. He had to have breakfast with his little family and drive Sky to school. The whole trip was filled with radio chanting. Meanwhile, Sky was engrossed in reading his textbook.

"You are only seven years old, Sky. Learn the truth. Just don't push yourself too much," Bara said without turning around.

"I'm not studying," said Sky quickly.

"Oh yes? I see you're reading. "

He just turned his head. He stared briefly at his son, who was still engrossed in the neat writing in his hand.

"Just reading. I don't need to study. Just a waste of time."

Bara choked at his hearing. Whose child is this beside him? Why is he so similar? He couldn't hold back his laughter anymore.

"Waw, my son is so cute. You did inherit the intelligence of your Mama and Papa," said Bara proudly.

Sky shook his head. Even though he couldn't see it, he could feel it.

"You are not smarter than me. If it's smart, how can it be separated? "

Bara's saliva was swallowed hard. Those words were like a slap to him. Not smarter than his son, it's true. Bara and Sandra are both stupid in their understanding of feelings.

"Yes, you're right. We fooled Sky. Papa used to divorce your mama to marry romantically and make it public. Your mama was already hurt and left."

There was a sad tone in Bara's words. What he is feeling right now is indeed the fruit of past failures.

Sky closed his textbook. Put it back in the backpack he carried. The corner of his eye caught Bara's face. He was so miserable.

"Sometimes people need a breakup to realize how much someone means. There's no need to worry; you just need to practice capturing her heart. "

Bara lowered the speed of the car. Choosing to look at Sky, who spoke so seriously. It contains meat that is useful for the continuation of his love romance with Sandra.

"You agree with us coming back, right Sky?" Bara asked carefully.

"Who knows? I wish you all the best. " Sky slings the bag over his shoulder. "Oh yeah, just get off here. I have to wait for Erlangga for a while. "

Like a buffalo having his nose poked, Bara stopped the car. The school gate is in sight. But it was still three hundred meters away. It was unusual for him to obey Sky.

"Bye."

Sky just waved his hand. He was not interested in kissing Bara's hand first. He still refuses to acknowledge the existence of his biological father. Just understand it.

Sky wasn't completely lying. After making sure Bara had gone away. He took a step closer to the gate. He was waiting for his friend—Erlangga, according to what he said earlier.

In less than five minutes, the boy who was waiting had gotten out of the car he had picked up. Boys his age came with crutches to support them. Sky rushed over to help.

"Thank you, Sky," said Erlangga with a smile.

There was no reply from Sky. Hernandez's successor remained cold-faced. He patiently guided his friend, who had difficulty walking normally. Even though he is cold and rarely talks, Erlangga knows that Sky cares about him. Sky is the only child who doesn't stay away from seeing Erlangga's shortcomings.

"Look how romantic it feels!"

"One is paralyzed, the other is mute," said a boy who was in the same class as Sky and Erlangga.

Suddenly, all his friends who heard him joined in laughing. A soft meal in the morning before studying, of course, and fun making fun of other people's shortcomings.

Behind his nonchalant attitude, Sky's hands clenched into fists. He ignored Erlangga's ban on him. Until the scene in front of their eyes hurt their hearts.

Sky beat the owner of the voice. He concentrated the punch on the lips. The blood dripped uncontrollably from the boy. The child named Rendi did not remain silent. He was trying to fight Sky. But before his punch fell on Sky, his hand had been twisted. The students screamed hysterically. Until one of the teachers interrupted them.

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The principal's office was suddenly full. The three pairs of parents looked at each other with different gazes. After getting a call from the school, Sandra and Bara immediately rushed to meet their son, who was on trial.

"This is an expensive school. We spend tens of thousands of dollars every year, but the quality is zero. If you want to be a thug, why pollute this school? This is a disgrace, Headmaster. Can this useless child just be expelled?"

A single mother with a high ponytail spoke in a cynical tone. She did not escape his gaze, the figures of Bara and Sandra flanking their son.

Besides, she, who is also the husband of the mother, stroked his wife's wrist. Ask for much more patience.

"At least listen to our son's explanation, Headmaster. We haven't heard any rebuttal or approval from him, have we?" Sandra, who could not stand her child being cornered.

The nature of the mother who always wants to protect her child even though it is wrong cannot be underestimated. Be So Sandra, who did not dispute Sky's treatment but asked for an explanation of what was behind it all. Sky does often show emotions with violence. But there is always a reason behind it.

"For what else? It was clear to him, his son was wrong. Instead of apologizing, she asked her son to talk," said Belinda, Rendi's mother, sarcastically.

"I have apologized many times, Madam. Wasn't it Madame herself who didn't respond? Then, it was Madame who always denounced the conversation. It doesn't have to be, right? If we fail to educate the children, then Madame will replace it?" Sandra said, much calmer. There is Bara, who always holds his hand, so he doesn't talk.

"Your child-"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Belinda. Mrs. Sandra is right, we'll ask Sky first. Sky please talk. What happened that made Rendi's heartbeat?" The headmaster said. He understood that a child of Sky's age couldn't ask in such a high voice.

Sky looked away from the person who was questioning him. He sighed softly until he finally said, "I just want to."

"You don't know manners!" Belinda's mother was furious. His hand was floating in the air. She really wanted to slap the seven-year-old boy on the cheek.

Before that happened, the husband had already held his wife's hand.

"What's wrong, Daddy? Our son was admitted to the hospital because of this bad boy. You've been quiet ever since."

Belinda's husband rubbed his face. It wasn't that he didn't want to comment, he just held back. Especially the view of Sky's father, who seemed to skin him. He couldn't stand it, but he tried to ignore it.

"Sky answered honestly. Talk to Mama about what happened." Sandra is very excited about her only child. From any angle, his son was hiding something.

"Ano… Headmaster."

Erlangga's voice sounded soft. He looked at his father and mother first. They had not commented but also did not deny that they had been invited to the school. This year, this has happened three times. They were sure that today would be the same.

"Yes, Erlangga. Please talk. You are here," said the head of the friendly.

Erlangga opened his mouth. But his voice was directed first at Sky, who abruptly reprimanded him.

"I'm quiet. I hit Rendi because he made fun of me being mute. It happens every day. Instead of being ashamed of himself, I just punched him until he was just like me, mute."

Sky's words shocked everyone. Especially Rendi's mother, Belinda. She still couldn't believe what the boy had said to his son. After all, what kind of excuse was that? Randi couldn't have done that.

"That's right, Mom. Our son started first. We just do it as a family. After all, Mr. Bara and Mrs. Sandra are responsible for paying for Rendi's treatment," said Belinda's husband.

"What's this dad like?"

He gently pinched Belinda's muscled arm to stop her babbling. He couldn't stand being in the same room as his boss just because of this misunderstanding. What if Bara doesn't accept it and fires him?

"That means the case is over. These children must forgive each other," said the head at the end of the negotiations.

"You can't do that, Chief—"

Belinda had been dragged out of the room by force. Nothing else was going to come out of that big mouth. Their children are the root of all evil.

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