Bare With Bastard
A present.
"Huh?" shocked Rymi. What the fuck is telling her to get married, even though she does not understand her adoptive father, but to get married at her age, Rymi has not thought about it at all.
"Why?" marco wondered when he saw the response of his adopted son.
"Good Dad, I don't think your request is bad either!" rymi. Marco smiled at the answer.
"That's what Daddy wants to hear, heh!" the corner of Rymi's lips was attracted, "Forget about getting married, I still want to be alone." Rymi refused while grinning the horse.
"It's a shame." lamented Marco.
"What is dear? Daddy, enough yes I always obey whatever your orders, but to get married... No!"
"Rym, is Ayaz happy after marriage?" marco asked suddenly.
Rymi shrugs both shoulders, tumben once his father asks about the relationship of others. However, while polishing her face, Rymi suddenly remembers something.
"Dad, can I ask you a question?"
"What's? You nervous on the first date?" taunted Marco.
"Don't Rangga Donulai, aki-aki distended already been raped, I don't have any ethics, I don't like about giving work. Why should I be nervous too." Rymi sewot.
"Hahahaha," Marco laughed crisply at Rymi's complaint.
"About Nindi!" rymi said, and immediately managed to make Marco stop his laughter.
"Why stop laughing? Is the woman's name enough to attract attention?" search Rymi.
"He's a nobody!" replied Marco.
"Nobody? Did ya? Is Nindi the woman who succeeded in making Daddy decide not to marry?"
"Hemmm, someone in the past, ahhhh... It's nothing!" marco replied, he was quite relaxed, trying to neutralize his feelings.
"Do you know that Ayaz's mother was Nindi too?" rymi.
"What?" Marco was quite surprised to hear that. When he told Raihan to find information about Donulai, at that time he was not very responsive, which he took from the investigation was only a favorable point for him, the Donulai family fortune.
"Yes, his name is Nindi Rowans!" rymi again.
Marco's eyes rounded to hear Rymi's confession, 'Nindi Rowans' the same name he always wanted to forget but in fact could not.
"You don't go crazy Rym?" marco said, his tone trembling slightly as he said that.
"Why Dad?" panic Rymi. "Is something wrong?" tanyakanya.
"Nindi Rowans?" ask Marco to make sure.
"Yes, Nindi Rowans! I've heard Ayaz mention his mother's name."
Marco stood up, with quick steps he left his adopted son's room. His only goal is Raihan.
"Dad, Daddy.." exclaimed Rymi, but the summoned one no longer heard anything because it was so shocked by a reality.
In the car, Marco keeps trying to contact Raihan, asking the man to meet at a cafe. There was something he had to ask, something he had to know.
"Nindi Rowans!" he murmured non-stop. A pretty familiar name in his life, that name... The name that he considered as a mistake but in fact the name was also able to meet the niches of his heart so far.
...***...
"You like it?" asked Ayaz, the man was still at home looking at Yaren's face.
"Like, it's a lot of fun for Ayaz." honestly, Yaren, the woman really enjoyed her first date with her husband.
"Hahahhhh!" Ayaz exhaled deeply, the man did not expect to be able to date like this with Yaren, could be tied to the status of marriage with the woman.
But this time, why did it feel that after being lived, Ayaz became so happy, as if something was complementing his empty life so far.
Both are sitting in one place in the ring, Yaren looks enthusiastic when the ring is getting dived high.
"My mother has been gone for a long time" said Ayaz, his eyes staring at the sky with stars up there.
"really?" ask Yaren. What Ayaz will tell you about his life, Yaren thought.
"You are too!" Ayaz. "Actually, we have almost the same life" he continued.
"Gee!" Yaren agreed.
"Only, maybe my life is a little heavier than yours, or maybe your life is a little luckier than mine." Ayaz, still looking up at the sky, looked for the biggest and brightest star, when she was little, her mother told her that the dead would live in heaven. When Ayaz asked him where heaven was, his mother replied, only God knows where it is, but he said Heaven is a very beautiful place.
As a child, such a star-studded night sky was the most beautiful thing his eyes could see.
"You can share with me... I can be a loyal listener." said Yaren.
"Sometimes I still miss him, our lives... So full of wounds, until his death he had to bear the wounds, when remembering all that, it feels like I am nothing more than a loser" said Ayaz, Yaren a little pain to hear it, Yaren, although she has not been able to capture the life story of what Ayaz used to live but Yaren can conclude that her husband's life was not an easy life.
"You must love him very much." said Yaren.
"He is the only one I have" Ayaz said.
"I want to visit her tomb, if I may." Yaren said again, saying it was to comfort Ayaz, as if to say that she was beside the man.
"Well, I'll take you there."
Ayaz clasped his wife's hand, as if seeking strength by doing so.
"Yaz... Your daddy?" ask Yaren.
"I don't know where my father is." I'm Ayaz.
"Oh, sorry." said Yaren.
"It's okay, I'm looking for him right now. You know, I have to find her, because she's a pretty important person to me."
"Ah, so... You can find it."
Well, I have to find him, I'll make him regret having done all that to us, he's the reason why we have to accept such endless suffering just yet.
Torture, I would love to hear him beg for my forgiveness...
"Well, of course... He has to be found at any cost." said Ayaz.
"What's his name?" ask Yaren who does not know what reason Ayaz wants to see his biological father.
"I don't know it yet, but I'm sure I'll find it soon" Ayaz said with a grin.
"Hemm, you have to give him a gift when you meet later, as a sign of introduction" Yaren said enthusiastically.
Ayaz seemed to think, but a few seconds later the corner of his lips was drawn, "Good idea, you're right... I must indeed give him a gift as a sign of introduction."
Ayaz clenched his hand, thinking about what gift he would give to his biological father if he could find it. But clearly a gift that Yaren intended is not the same as the intended gift.
A gift that the bastard will never forget, well... I can't wait to give him that gift.
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