I love you, by. ~ Nathaniel Axel.
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Nathaniel's black motorbike entered his fairly large yard. Parked next to the black Civic sedan he knew all too well. Nathaniel quickly entered the house. Making sure everything is okay.
"Avi! Nando!” Nathaniel exclaimed as he entered his house. The first things he looked for were his two brothers.
"You just got home." Said a baritone voice that Nathaniel knew very well.
Nathaniel did not heed the words of the middle-aged man who was sitting on the sofa in the living room accompanied by his wife. He chose to climb the stairs to the second floor, where his two brothers' rooms were.
"Papa is talking to you Nathaniel!" Gunardi's voice started to rise. The middle-aged man's temper is really hard to control.
"I don't have anything to talk to you about." Nathaniel answered without turning his head. His feet returned to the second floor.