Aster Veren
Episode 244

- Esther

I stepped both my legs into the house followed by Carel with his good-looking mood. Is it because he won the scissor paper stone with me?

Yes, we decided to play paper stone scissors to determine with whom I would go home. I decided to go back together with Hans and Mila because my father knew I was going with them. But I ended up losing and inevitably had to go home with Carel.

Really a sneaky guy! My mind was hurting with the victory he had, especially when I remember the first game I won.

When Carel defeated me in one game of scissors, he immediately asked for two more rounds to confirm the winner. Very sneaky, isn't it?

"You still angry? Doesn't she like coming home with me?" Carel's question surprised me.

"It's not that you don't like coming home with you, but .. I'm upset that you asked for an extra round of scissor paper stone games. I already won." My answer is that I can't hold back my anger any longer.

"Ha—hah's? So that's why you keep bending your expression?"

"You think?" My grunt while folding both my hands on the chest before turning my gaze away from her.

"Aster!" Dad's voice caught my attention, I saw that Dad had walked up to me while coming down the last steps.

"Dad?"

"For our planned visit, would you mind visiting tomorrow?" Dad asked me a little confused by what he said. But the next second I immediately remembered the conversation I had with my father who intended to go to my mother's resting place.

"I don't mind." My answer before showing my big smile, it feels like a long time, right? I'm so excited now.

"Governor? Where are you visiting?" Ceplos Carel whom I had forgotten his presence.

"It's none of your business." Answer me with a ketus.

"Simply, are you deliberately unwilling to tell me not to come with you?" Grunts after grating.

"While I tell you, I still won't take you. It's a family visit anyway." Obviously my father managed to make an annoyed expression of Carel look, but a few minutes ago he was overjoyed to drive me home.

"You—" growled Carel immediately I stopped by grabbing his hand, fortunately it worked. I saw that he had already glanced at me with his confused gaze asking for an explanation.

"We will go to the resting place of mother and grandmother. So ... that, la—lain times let's go both okay." My whisper was a little nervous about doing it in front of my dad.

"You ...,"

"Yes—iya father?"

"When did you guys get that close?" The question really surprised me. Did you know about my relationship with Carel?

"What do you mean, old man? Didn't we look close too? Your eyes are blind, aren't they?" Carel replied adding to my surprise, she might try to start a fight with dad. Is he bored now? But why should I look for trouble with Dad?

Hah~ even though I was also upset with him, but miraculously the annoyance disappeared because I saw the inaccuracy of father and Carel, then I instinctively mediated them. But did it not work?

The next day came, today I went with my dad to my mom's resting place and stopped by the flower shop to buy some flowers for my mom and grandma.

Then without wasting much time, we continued on our way to our destination with my father driving his own car, and I sat beside him watching the screen of my phone vibrate.

Right now I was exchanging messages with Carel, he kept calling me from early in the morning until now. I don't even know if he didn't get out of bed or if he didn't have another job?

This really intrigued me because Carel was so quick to reply to my messages, and when I went to take a shower until I had breakfast, she kept sending spam messages because I was late to reply to her messages.

Doesn't he think I'm busy today? Moreover, I told him that if I was going to go to mom's grave together with dad, he should have given me some time, right? But why does this kid keep bothering me?

"Who's been exchanging messages with you since? I see you're so busy with your cell phone, that we haven't been out together in a long time." Said Dad surprised me and my reflexes turned off the power button on my phone.

"Ah this .. nobody hehe." I said as I put the flat object in my pocket.

"Did you not wait to see mom?" I continued trying to find a topic to eliminate the awkward atmosphere that was bothering me.

"Not really, what about you?"

"I? If I wanted to see my mom and tell her a lot. I wanted to tell her that I'm fine, and now my memory is back. So there's nothing to worry about anymore." My answer smoothed my voice a little while watching the streets.

"Sorry because of me you've been through a lot of weight ...,"

"Now I'm sorry again? Didn't I ban it?" I looked at my father and looked at him seriously.

"I know, but I don't think my apology is enough." The answer made my mood worse. How could you think that was enough or not to take away her guilt?

"That decides whether or not I am enough, when I say enough. Doesn't that mean you've said too much?" I said I met my dad's red bead together with the car that stopped because of the red light.

I didn't intend to say my heart at the moment, but because I couldn't stand the expression I kept making when he apologized. Then inevitably I finally got out of control, and said what I wanted to say without thinking about my feelings first.

"I'm sorry is good, but if you're constantly saying sorry. Wouldn't that take away the real meaning and sound insincere?" I continued to pay attention to the road in front of me, then shortly after the green light was back on and my father returned to drive his car at medium speed.

"... true, sorry for not thinking about it." Said father after being silent for quite a while, it seemed like father was thinking carefully what I had just said before opening his voice again.

"I'm sorry, so stop apologizing again okay. Not that I'm sick of hearing Dad's apologies, but because I've really forgiven you. It's all over, isn't it?" I try to explain my feelings as best as I can.

"Yes, you're right. Then saying thank you doesn't matter, does it?" Answer me while showing her thin smile that looks charming.

"Yes that's better. I also prefer that word to an apology. So dad, thank you for remembering me."

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