CONGLOMERATE CHILD MARRIAGE
3

A man dressed in a white shirt walked into the penthouse after attaching his suit to the back of the sofa. The man had previously searched for his father's figure in this vast room, yet his gaze did not find the middle-aged man.

Before walking to continue searching for his father's whereabouts, the man picked up his ringing phone.

"Hello, Vid."

"Hi, Mar. Have you arrived?" The voice of the woman across there was her assistant during this man's time working abroad.

"It has. What was? Is there anything important?" Ask Marca—the name of this handsome guy with these beautiful eyelashes.

"Marca Tiritans. I'm asking you because you're different from me."

"Ehem... then? I've answered your call. Which means I got safely."

"Yes, great."

"Ya—"

"Arca."

The call from the father made the man keep his phone away from his ear. By reflex he disconnected his phone with Vidanne and looked at the door, where his father had looked different since he last saw 7 years ago.

The middle-aged man's hair had already whitened completely. Marca's steps were getting closer towards father the more she could see that the middle-aged man's wrinkles were getting clearer.

"How are you?" Ask Marca to her father.

"As you can see. That I'm alive."

Maybe this is their way of conveying the expression of longing.

Marca followed her father's heavy steps towards the sofa then they sat there facing each other.

"You accepted my request?" Tanya Bizen Tiritan—name father Marca. "Is it because you know I'm not very old anymore?"

Marca rubbed the sofa pad with her index finger when she heard her father's sentence.

Bizen briefly saw the movements of his eldest son. Then he cleared his throat. "You look so much like me as it turns out."

"Mother said so, too" said Marca. "... first," he continued.

"Have you seen him?"

The conversation was silent for a moment.

"Sorry...."

"Where is he?" Ask Marca to change the topic.

***

The building is similar to the memory of Marca 7 years ago. It's just higher up the building behind him and there's a new building next to him.

Currently Marca is already in the parking lot of the GTU front area.

As per his father's information, he will see that person here.

The clock still shows five o'clock. Classes are over at half-six. Maybe it's better to go around this campus area while reminiscing.

Marca saw the library building, maybe the place that Marca used to visit for the first time after a long time.

***

Azura yawned with her hands covering her mouth. He glanced at Sabian who was walking by his side empty-handed. The man came to campus without bringing anything, except his cell phone and the clothes he was wearing.

"Want dinner with me?" Invite Sabian, he displays his smile when his eyes meet Azura's eyes, which means that the girl looked at him earlier. Can it if he has a big head?

"No, I haven't been to the library in a long time."

"Ah, yes...."

"Sorry, Sabian."

"No problem. Your graduation is more important. So, I'm not jealous if you prefer the others."

Azura clucked. "The sentence is disgusting. Don't tell me that."

Sabian. "Want you to take me?"

"no need. You're hungry, aren't you? Better take care of your stomach before he thrashes." Azura pushed Sabian's arm before she turned and entered the elevator.