Bare With Bastard
Basic heartless!
"Nindi... You're guilty of Nindi!" racau Marco never ceases to mention one name that is still unfamiliar to Rymi. 'Nindi', the name is the same as the name of Mr. Donulai's nephew. It has something to do with it, or maybe it doesn't.
"You, you must be in charge of Nindi!"
"You make me this cruel, you make me uncontrollable, I'm rich Nindi, I can even buy your rotten mouth!"
"Dad, awake!" rymi said, the woman painstakingly brought her foster father into the room. Marco had only lived alone, if not himself who took care of a time like this, then who else.
"You left me for that guy, you know what it's like, it hurts a lot!"
Rymi immediately came out, he was alert, it was not good if he was in this room accompanying his father. His father is unconscious, he may even be considered as Nindi in his father's delusion.
Rymi can breathe a sigh of relief when he can get out of the room and immediately lock it, he heard the father's chatter that seems to still continue about Nindi.
"Nindi, Nindi, Nindi, it seems like I've also heard someone say that, other than the Donulai family, why does it feel like I've also heard of another Nindi name." Rymi is still struggling with his thoughts.
The wall clock had shown at one in the morning, for some reason Rymi saw her father when it was so chaotic.
Rymi lowered her buttocks on the sofa, closing her eyes to try to rest.
However, he had tried for so long, his eyes were still reluctant to be closed. Nindi's name, continued as if buzzing in her ears, so filled her head.
Actually who is Nindi, what Nindi is meant by is Nindi from the family of Mr Donulai? her mind asked that again.
"Religion!" pekik Rymi does not believe when remembering something. His sleepy eyes were now back to perfect light.
"Master Marco said so, he told his men to gather information about my mother."
“Do Marco know what your family names are?”
“Unfortunately no, quite a secret, Marco has not finished carrying it, my only clue is Nindi Rowans, last name!”
"Nindi Rowans, they say Ayaz's mother's family is of Italian descent, is that possible..."
Rymi closes his mouth, his heart racing faster, a finding he needs to confirm, a conversation between him and Ayaz that night makes him aware of something.
"Maybe Ayaz..."
"Then Nindi whom Daddy meant, no, it must be another Nindi!" rymi tried to calm her mind.
"But, what if the same Nindi, is not... My God, I can't imagine that the Nindi Daddy meant was Ayaz's mother, no!" Rymi gets up from her seat, taking water to neutralize the performance of her brain and heart. A reality of what he found tonight.
"Then, what might Ayaz be... Donulai, could it be the Ayaz family?"
Rymi connects every thing and guesses something, even though his head shakes slowly as if reluctant to agree but his feelings really cannot be invited to compromise. Even Rymi can draw conclusions on this matter.
"How can it be this complicated, oh my God, no, I have to make sure of something!"
Then Rymi sends a short message to Ayaz, wanting to see the man as soon as possible tomorrow morning.
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Drett dratt, a message from the green app goes to Ayaz's phone, from Rymi. Ayaz opened it immediately.
📩 Meet me early tomorrow, at the cafe near your hotel!"
"Aisshhh, why always invite to meet early in the morning, don't you know if at this hour I haven't even slept!" muttered Ayaz moaning.
Yaren heard Ayaz's grunts, the woman was about to ask if something had happened, but her courage could not get to the tip of her tongue to say that.
"You done yet?" ask Ayaz. Yaren still enjoying the food, the woman if for the business of eating really does not fit with her body that looks small.
Yaren immediately tried to finish her food quickly, unwilling to make Ayaz wait for a long time about her.
"Slow-slow Sweetheart!" say Ayaz suddenly.
Yaren stopped her meal for a moment hearing that, for some reason there was a strange sigh when Ayaz called her that.
"You're blushing again!" goda Ayaz, always find it funny if a red tinge meets his wife's cheek.
"I'm done!" yaren said, actually there is still leftover grilled chicken on his plate, but he could not stand, Ayaz will not stop teasing him if he has no other activities.
"That's still there." point Ayaz at Yaren's plate.
"I mean, I'm full" said Yaren, grinning the horse.
Ayaz immediately took over the Yaren plate which still contained grilled chicken, then tried to finish off the rest of Yaren's food.
"Ayaz, that..." Yaren was quite shocked at Ayaz's actions, how could a cold, impoverished man of expression become like this, shamelessly finishing up the rest of his food instead.
"It's a lot, baby if it's not spent, after all it's my ex-wife!" ayaz answered as if he knew what Yaren had in mind.
After finishing and about to go home to the hotel, again Ayaz did not let Yaren walk, Yaren was very confused about Ayaz's treatment on her.
"Get it!" say Ayaz, the man is already crouching giving his back.
"A what?" stuttering Yaren.
"You'd rather I carry it like that?"
"Ah yes!" immediately Yaren climbed onto Ayaz's back, rather than being carried in a bridal style like that, this was much better.
Ayaz gave a smile when Yaren was already on her back. He happily brought Yaren home.
"You, is there nothing you want to ask me?" ayaz asked in her footsteps.
"That means?"
"Yes!"
"Ask what? For example?" wonder Yaren.
"Aishhhh! You don't want to know something?" ask Ayaz again.
Whatdoes thatmean? Why ask, could it be about the message he received earlier?
"Emm, maybe yes!" sahut Yaren's.
"Ask!"
"Emmm..." Yaren wanted to say but seemed hesitant.
"What?"
"Emmh, Ayaz, can we get to the hotel faster, I'm sleepy!" yaren. Although he was eager to ask what was so stuck in his heart, but he did not do it. Ayaz once said that he had no right to take care of his personal affairs, and asking such a thing might also include taking care of Ayaz's personal matters.
Ayaz lowered his face, hoping that Yaren would care or perhaps be jealous was not in line with expectations, the woman seemed ordinary.
Does he really not have the feeling of liking me in the slightest, is there only hate, what is so painful that I have ever done to him?
Ayaz stepped foot faster as Yaren requested, although disappointed but Ayaz also could not do anything.
"Basic heartless!" as Ayaz said slowly, but unfortunately Yaren can still hear it.
"Why?" ask Yaren.
"What?"
"Who is heartless?" ask Yaren carefully.
"Why ask that?"
"So you said it, swearing like that." replied Yaren.
Did he hear that?
"Oh, no, there's someone heartless." said Ayaz.
"Who?" ask Yaren again.
Wh who? There is no heartless person here other than you, the stone-head, never conscious, heartless you are!
In Yaren's heart, she dared to curse Ayaz.
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