BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 21's

“Dad!” jose is louder. The door should not be too thick. “Mana Gerald? Break the door!” his orders to Gerald.

“Gerald stay here,” Marco walk to the desk phone that was accidentally put at the end of the corridor. There was one telepom placed in the corridor of the west and east wing house.

Jose speechless. The shame hit him again. Why did he forget a technology called the telephone?

“Halo? We're in front of the room .. oh, okay. Yes, yes, we talk about that later.” Marco hung up the phone and went back to the door.

There was the sound of heavy objects. That voice sounded faint.

Not long after that the door opened wider. Jose can see both his parents, Edgar and Renata, in the same outfit as when they last parted ways in Marco's study.

Renata hugs Jose, and Edgar approaches Marco. The two of them exchanged gazes mysteriously.

“We heard your voice, but I was afraid it wasn't you,” Renata said as she patted Jose's shoulder briefly.

“What happened? The intruder has met?” Edgar asked. “We just finished putting all the stuff in front of the door, then you guys came.”

“We will tell you inside.” Marco took a breath. He turned to Gerald and said, “Check this house, everyone. Check the condition of the two ladies. I want to know how it's going. Ask George to bring us all some tea. Everyone is tired.”

Gerald nodded steadily.

He immediately sent some workers to ask everyone to turn back to the main house.

“Dan Nolan, he should be released!” Jose said quickly. “His parents will definitely be anxious if he doesn't come home soon!”

“His parents were not anxious when he came here,” Marco said.

“Who is Nolan?” Edgar looked at his son in wonder.

“Friends. Uncle caught and beat him up in the straw warehouse,” Jose replied with a sly tone.

“Marco?” Renata turned away with a deep frown.

It's the first time Jose's been in his parents' room in years.

Not much has changed since then. The large bed was still there, fit for four adult men sleeping in rows. Then there is a work desk right next to a mini bookcase that contains a large collection of heavy books. Edgar sat there. Renata's in bed. Jose took his place next to his mother because the woman asked for company. Meanwhile Marco was in front of a window facing the courtyard, looking out, at his workers who were walking back home in quick motion. Like ants that are rained and flushed back into the nest.

“Thus ..." Edgar moved his hand open, as if ready to accept any story. “Tonight looks crowded. What happened?”

Marco told me succinctly about what had happened all night according to what the workers reported to him. Jose doesn't seem to like stories that are too simple. The young man added about the harsh treatment of his friend and the cross-section of the girl.

Marco did not blame the workers for mistaking the sex of the child tied up in the haystack. Nolan's hair was cut short, only slightly longer than the perimeter of the earlobe. His eyes were sharp and his mouth was really sassy. Although his voice was as high as that of a girl in general, Marco would never have guessed that Nolan was a girl had it not been told by Jose first.

“Marco? You slapped that kid?” Renata looked at him sharply after hearing Jose's story. The look on his face clearly showed disapproval.

“Mouth sassy. He curses all the time.” Marco didn't lie about that. As long as his actions could still be explained with plausible information, he would never want to admit wrong. He did not feel guilty for making that brash child beaten.

“Not a reason to slap him so many times,” Jose ambushed.

“Try to tell us.” Marco walked away from the window. He swung his steps closer to Jose who was sitting next to Renata. “Tell me, from where can you know a child does not know custom like him? When did you meet him?”

Jose turned his face, dropping his gaze towards the carpet. Just one look Marco already knew that his hammer was hiding something that was not light. Then he continued in a heavy voice, “Could it be, you went south of Bjork to meet the delinquent?”

“He's not a delinquent,” refute Jose.

Edgar sighed from behind the table, while Renata rubbed his wrists like he was sore.

“This isn't what we want to talk about, is it?” Jose said again before Marco could open his mouth. “No matter where I know her from and how we got acquainted, we are discussing about the intruder! Why not check the west wing of the house? Why go east?” He looked at his father, then moved on his mother's sad face. “Why did you guys lock the door with it?” Jose moved one hand to point at the sideboard and nightstand that had been used to seal the door. “And the ladies at the door even fainted! I thought Linda was dead!”

“Who died?” Renata widened her eyes.

“Who died, Brother?” This time it was Edgar who asked because there was no answer either from Jose or his brother.

“Try asking Jose, who died?” reply Marco coldly.