Buried Love's
The Part 66
Arsen was stunned to hear his son's question. He left the cooking for a moment. How could such a small child think such an undue thing? Who gave such a heavy burden to the point of being an unwanted child? He sure, Colvert must have heard from someone. A six-year-old would have known nothing but what he had seen and heard.
Anyone who indoctrinated my son to such thoughts is evil. Colvert was still a child and did not deserve the painful mental burden. Arsen felt indignant in his heart. He was convinced that it was all Mrs Baldwig. Bellinda and the other ex-in-law couldn't possibly have spoken something hurtful.
Arsen exhaled, then turned off the stove before the dish was burnt and could not be eaten for breakfast. He took two dishes and filled them with pasta that was hopefully delicious because he himself rarely struggled in the kitchen.
While bringing breakfast to the dining table, Arsen observed the face of Colvert who had not been able to look at him, as if waiting for an answer. Putting down two plates, the widower then crouched down in front of his son.
Arsen clasped the small hand, the position of the head slightly looked up in order to enjoy the expression of his son clearly. At once for Colvert to see every seriousness depicted from the look of his eyes.
“Colvert ... If you're not the child Daddy expected, why would I bother moving to Amsterdam? Return to Helsinki, while I can stay in my country.” Arsen invited his son to think and remember that his struggle to the present point was not easy or simple.
“Because you can't have children with other women.” Colvert simply answered what he had heard from Mommy and Granny. His head was lethargic with a face filled with sadness. “And you need an heir, therefore try to approach me and Mommy.”
“Daddy never tries to make another child with another woman. Not that I can't, but I don't want to.” Arsen guided the small palm to touch the firm jaw that was overgrown with coarse feathers. “Trust me, you are a much expected child. Although I arrived late, but I always tried to pay every time I missed. Not just through our meetings, but also guilt that can never be removed just like that.”
There was water urging Arsen's eyes to slide out. He had no power to hold it, left his cheeks imprinted in a wet line. All this time he always held his sadness for his mistakes and stupidity in the past. But now it is just left. Let it be considered a crybaby by his own child, so that Colvert knows that he also feels pain due to shackles between them.
Two outstretched Colvert hands cleaned out any wet droplets that kept dripping. “Don't cry, Daddy. I don't want to see my parents grieve.”
Instead of stopping the flow of the tributaries, Arsen was getting sobbed due to the taste of haru. He placed both knees on the floor so he could half stand. Clutching his son's body in a fist. “I love you so much, Colvert. Believe, right?”
The boy nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Even my feelings were very painful and sad when I heard your question thinking that you were not the expected child. Never remember that phrase, do you? Whatever the condition of Mommy and Daddy now, even if we do not live together, we still love you, will give all the attention and love that is full.” Arsen cupped the Colvert's two cheeks, then fused their eyebrows together. “You are precious, more than anything I have.”