Father of My Son 2
6. The stoic guy

"Have you tried to give your father shit?" A man again uttered a harsh word in front of Taran Calisto Green. Sentences that have been to so many times to make Taran's emotions boil.

"Say it again!" Taran pull the collar of the man's shirt. Their gazes collided with each other.

"Your mere existence in this house is like dirt. Bastard son who my father brought from nowhere?"

All this time Taran had been patient to face the spicy mouth of the man in front of him. Not because he is weak. Taran respects his father, the man who raised him now. Although it does not know the origin of Taran from where.

"Which is dirtier? An obscure child who works day and night for the sake of his father's medical expenses, or a legitimate child who is just a waste of money to buy drinks?" Taran had already clenched his hands.

"That's your job, you idiot! You have to pay the money my father spent to raise you!"

Taran punched his foster brother's cheek for the first time. "I can't stand it. If indeed you feel bothered by this shit, then this shit will go!" Taran rushed into his room beside the kitchen. He packed things.

Once out of the door, Taran meets his father. "Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry, Pa. It's not my time here anymore." Taran kissed the back of his father's hand and walked away.

"Down! Forgive your brother just this time?"

Taran closed his eyes for a moment, he convinced himself to leave. Run Taran so fast that no one can catch up.

"The son of a bitch just ran away! It's been given, instead of looking for money, run away!" Foster brother Taran spit.

"I'm your son, Pa!"

"Kids? He even took care of me day and night! I'm even more lucky to have raised him!" The old man whose hair and beard were already bleached patted his chest. His eyes shed tears. The baby she had raised lovingly, was now going nowhere.

"Panku! Back!" she knelt down on the street, hoping Taran could hear and quickly turned to the house. However, for almost an hour of wailing there, Taran was not there.

Instead the boy was sitting on an open tub car carrying straw. The grasslands in this small village are indeed vast. No wonder it became a center for the delivery of animal feed to Redbay, a meat-producing city and other livestock products.

The towering mountain, the plain that stretched overgrown with tall green grass. The road seemed to be flanked by two green carpets monster on the right and left sides.

Taran is still reading books. "Pa, I'll be back. I promise I'll take you to the big city so I can get some medicine there." The man pulled out a sheet from his book with a long fingers and a wide palm.

"Reception of Kenan Group staff. I hope to be accepted into this company. He said the pay was pretty big." Taran looked at the blue sky. "Can I change my fate with Papa. I want to get away from that bastard brother and shit!"

Taran is one of the outstanding students. He earned a scholarship to one of New Green's leading campuses. Taran's last name, Green comes from the name of this city. The man was cast out in the middle of the meadow after being born. Therefore his adoptive father gave the last name to him.

"It's cool! Wait for me there!" Taran. He stretched out his arms and folded behind his head to make a pillow, no matter what straw was stuck in his clothes.

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