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There is an unusual love story, when tradition forcibly snatches away happiness. Love is not wrong, just the timing is not right.
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 "You can't marry him, son, what about our family's good name?!" 
"But she is pregnant Mam, pregnant with Aksa's child!" The man insisted on his choice.
"Aksa, papa gives you 2 choices. And you have to choose one of them. The first stay in the Dirgantara family, you will still live happily. Or... you marry her, but your name will be taken from the heir. You will suffer from poverty! " The head of the family gave a very heavy choice to the child who stood stiffly.
"Don't choose Aksa, remember you never felt how hard life is, neither does Aletta. Do you want to be poor?" the mother heats Aksara to choose the first option.
Aksara turned to look at her Aletta with a sad, regretful face."I apologize for my selfish choice Aletta!"
NOT...
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HE IS NOT MY DADDY (ENGLISH VERSION)

"Script!" a young girl squealed with joy from the path.


The man called by the girl turned to him, gave a warm smile and then waved back from the girl. In the girl's hand was a piece of paper that moved in the wind.


"Hey... hey... be careful... you can get hurt!" exclaimed the man who was none other than Aksa.


"hehehehe… sorry I was so happy!" exclaimed the girl showing a row of neatly arranged teeth in her mouth.


"why hm?" asked Aksa taking the girl to sit on one of the long chairs near them.


The woman was still smiling excitedly as she handed him the envelope which had letterhead and stamps on the body of the letter.


There is a bad feeling from Aksa, when he looks at stamps that come from abroad, either which country Aksa doesn't care about, what he currently cares about is what is in the letter.


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