Bare With Bastard
Fathering...
“Hoek... Hoek!” already two in the morning Raisa had vomiting, whatever she ate for breakfast would have her out again afterwards.
“Honey, why the hell!” asked Wana, she happened to be wanting to ask for an import bag that was suitable for her to use the arisan later in the afternoon, Raisa's branded bag collection was quite satisfying to her eyes, so Wana intended to borrow one of them.
But arriving at Raisa's room, Wana instead found her daughter was vomiting in the bathroom.
“Tau nih mah, I don't feel good cake deh!” raisa's on her Mama.
“Ah, yes?” the back reflex of Wana's hand reached out to her daughter's forehead, not hot, no sign of her daughter having a fever.
“Not hot baby, what did you have for breakfast?” ask Wana.
“I'm the same cake Mama, breakfast made Bi Ati, fried rice eggplok!” answer Raisa. He was also surprised by the reaction of his body that would experience vomiting if in the morning, it was two in the morning he experienced it.
“How does it feel?” ask Wana again.
“Pusing Ma, want to vomit!”
“Hemmm, want to see a doctor?” tawar Wana's.
“Nevent need to Ma! But, emmm Mama has sour candy?” ask Raisa.
“Asem candy, yes no is!” answer Wana.
“I cake if you eat something cool can deh reduce nausea.” Raisa.
“Dih, strange you dear, cake people crave aja.” said Wana, but the woman still complies, rushed outside to have one of the maids at her house buy sour candy in the minimarket.
...***...
Yaren was so bored, all she did since just watching television, Ayaz had not returned even though it was past noon.
“Actually where is he?” yaren Gumam.
There was nothing he could do, asking Ayaz whereabouts he could not. The mobile phone, the only valuable item he had brought when he left the house, it was no longer functional because it had long run out of power.
“How I forgot... Aaaa, right! About where can I get a phone charger?”
Yaren called the hotel and ordered more food, this time snacks to fill her stomach when she was really bored.
“Kira why here stored women's clothes, even the size fits me!” yaren asked as her hand opened the closet again which contained some clothes stels that she could use.
It is not without reason that Yaren is surprising, her small and petite body should be a little difficult to find clothes that fit in her body. But in the closet, all the clothes like it was to be used.
“What Ayaz prepared everything?” yaren asked again, starting to think well of her annoying husband again.
“He even knows all about me, but I don't know anything about him, what a cheat!” grunts again.
...***...
“Then you too must be my enemy!” ayaz said right in front of Sam.
“Ayaz...” was like a slap, hearing the words spoken from Ayaz's mouth why it felt like Sam was so sick.
“Why?”
“Ayaz, we can talk about this carefully!” persuade Sam.
“Well, after all these years my mother and I suffered?”
“Say, where now is the woman named Daslah!” tanya Ayaz.
“Stop!” shouted Mr. Donulai.
“This brash kid!” beaver Mr. Donulai again.
“Bad? You're saying I'm brash?”
“You know I even have to hide to get to school! You know I'm just given stale food by that damn Sian as my stomach wrencher every day, how a food worse than that dog food can give me nutrition, like, not experiencing a delay in thinking and mental disorders alone it has been very lucky.” Pekik Ayaz no less loud.
“So, as long as I live, this is how I am, I do not know how to be polite especially with rich people like you, I have never learned about manners but even so, once again I reiterate, You are! Ahmad Donulai, to me you are a nobody! And it'll never be anyone, so... Save your concerns, I don't need a lesson from someone like you!”
“You know, as long as I live in this world, I only know how to survive, the rest of it... I don't know everything.”
“You, or Sian, as a jerk, you are souls with immense greed! If I were a girl, maybe you wouldn't take the time to look for me like this! Cih, pathetic!”
“You!”
Ayaz stood tall before Mr. Donulai, fearlessly revealing a look of opposition.
“If you thought I'd be so happy to meet you! You are very wrong Sir, in fact, both here and here, there is only hatred that I instill for you!” Ayaz pointed at his eyes and chest.
“You can't hate me!” challenge Mr. Donulai.
“Wounds, pain, pain. I'm sure, at this age, with your wealth and power, you've never felt it.”
“But I, my presence in this world is even a mistake that will scratch the wound in my mother's lifetime until death picks her up.”
“So, dear Mr Donulai, wouldn't it be so wrong if I asked where you are?”
“Where were you when my mother slumped, can't you show me a little bit of your power, I'm sure compared to Sian, you're actually deadlier!”
“Ayaz, Mr. Donulai doesn't know about you and your mother! Auntie Daslah.”.
“Whatever I hate towards people who have abandoned us, yet I still intend to look for it, want to see how they live, if happy then I will ruin everything.” Cut Ayaz directly on Sam's words.
“You know Sam, what hurts the most from parting?”
Sam was so angry, the look on Ayaz's face, the man looked so pitiful, Sam had never met Miss Nindi Rowans, Ayaz's mother. But he knew about the torture of Ayaz and his mother, Ayaz often poured out fear, grief, and even his revenge plan. Then, how could he not currently side with Ayaz?
“Split by death, I've even told you many times about it!”
“Ayaz, I understand, but the real situation is not like that, Mr. Donulai.
“You will certainly defend him, you have eaten too much by using a silver spoon in his magnificent house.” Syndicist Ayaz.
“You can't hate me! Guards, catch him!” tell Mr. Donulai.
But the speed of his eyes and the dexterity of Ayaz could not be underestimated, quickly Ayaz dodged the attacks of the four bodyguards, a fight was inevitable.
“Bugh, bugh!”
Sam was so shocked to see the way Ayaz was fighting, before even Ayaz could not run fast properly, then what this was, what he saw now was really a very different Ayaz. Fighting like a real man.
The anger of Mr. Donulai increasingly became when all his bodyguard who was strong and big was uprooted successfully defeated Ayaz.
“Stupid, the four of you while he is alone!” objurgation.
“Sam, bring him to his knees before me!” Mr. Donulai again ordered Sam.
“Dad..”
Seriate...
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