
With her jaw hardened, Tania braked. "That man, could have said Arsenio, bastard!Absolutely outrageous!" A single tear escaped the corner of his eye. He was very disappointed in Xander. Can't believe it at all if the man made that fleeting mention to Arsenio, his baby.
If anyone else said that line, Tania would have paid it no heed, but this is Alexander Vincent Pramono, the figure of the man whose blood runs through the body of Arsenio, his only child.
"I should have slapped her handsome face with the palm of my hand so that she would realize that her words had hurt my heart" Tania continued in a hoarse voice, with tears flowing down her cheeks.
The cry was getting broken as the eyelids looked at the picture frame above the nightstand. A photo showing a young woman holding a baby boy. That little baby is so handsome. Her skin was pure white, sharing milk, a sharp nose, tiny lips and a pair of hazel eyeballs like her papa.
"Xander, if you had known that Arsen was your son, would you still have said such cruel words to your own son? You're the only cruel man I've ever met. I ... hate you Alexander. Hates you so much!"
Meanwhile, Arsenio was standing in front of Tania's room door. He was about to go to the kitchen, asking Mbak Surti to get ice cream in the refrigerator, but the footsteps stopped when he accidentally eavesdropped on the words of the mother from the door of the room that was not tightly closed.
The boy's two tiny hands clenched perfectly beside the body, teeth clenching to hold back the mounting anger. "Om Xander, you made my mother cry. Wait for my vengeance, I'll make you sorry for hurting Mama."
Then, the boy turned his body back to the room. He did not go to the kitchen, abandoning his intention to ask his favorite vanilla ice cream to Mbak Surti.
The sunlight that had been shining on the earth had now returned to its contest. The sparkling stars and moonlight came to greet, accompanying the silence of the night.
"Loh, Sister Surti, why do you seem so upset. What's up, hem?" tania asked after seeing the babysitter enter the apartment with two plastic food bungus.
Put two plastic stuffed chicken feet on the dining table with a little rough until the object is slammed. "I'm so upset, Ms. Tania is the next door neighbor! When he was doing the Arsen Den. Fortunately, Den Arsen did not come, try if you can be sure he kept thinking with the words spoken by the next door neighbor."
Tania breathed so heavily. Surti is a quiet and talkative girl, but her emotions will explode if someone offends her. Therefore, when seeing Surti's pent-up anger, make Arsenio's biological mother understand if the next door neighbor says something that offends the caregiver.
"What did the next-door neighbor say that made you so angry?" tanya Tania was full of probes. He took out two cardboard sheets of level 3 chicken and one plain chicken, then arranged them neatly on the dining table.
Surti's mother circulated her gaze around, looking for the whereabouts of the little boy whom she had been nurturing for almost a month. "The next-door neighbor said Den Arsen was an illegitimate child, born without a Papa," the girl said after confirming Arsenio was not in the room.
Suddenly, Surti's words stopped Tania from pouring drinking water into the glass. "Neighbors by the way?" ask the woman to make sure what she heard was not wrong.
Surti's brother snorted annoyed. Not upset by Tania's question but upset if you remember the incident some time ago. "Seriously, Mom! Where may I lie, there is no point in lying even more sin."
"What a shame! He could have said something like that to my son!" said Tania while tightening her grip on the clear glass in hand.
Tania's patience. Somehow all day there have been two people who say inappropriate things about Arsenio, his son. Without knowing the reason why she gave birth to Arsenio alone without telling the seed-pickers, they easily insulted her favorite child.
"Mbak Surti, tell me the apartment unit next door let me crash it now! It's good to insult my son. She thought I would just shut up when someone messed with my life, " Tania murmured in flames. The woman's face was flushed red with the roar of hunting breath as if being chased by a subtle creature.
Still with an annoyed expression, Mbak Surti replied, "Unit apartment number 808, Mom. Mom exits the apartment, then turns left and then straight. Well, the room's on the left near the elevator door."
Without wasting any time, Tania rushed to leave her residence. "I'll teach him a lesson for daring to wake up the Lion Mother who was soundly asleep."
Walking half-runningly followed the instructions given by Arsenio's nanny. Along the way, Tania unceasingly adjust her breath so that when meeting a neighbor, the appearance of the woman can be maximized and the initial goal of meeting the person can be accomplished. He was forced to do it all to silence the mouths of those who do not know manners when meeting new people.
It did not take long, Tania finally arrived at the door of the apartment unit owned by her neighbor. Closing his eyes for a moment while sighing long to gather courage in the chest. "Let's get started, Tania!"
After saying the sentence, Tania extended her right hand forward and then pressed the bell beside the door frame.
"Aargh, dammit! It's so noisy!" the grunt of the apartment owner when several times the doorbell of his house was pressed by someone without stopping. The loud noise made the owner of the apartment forced out of the bathroom.
"I'm going to scold that guy for making a rowdy apartment" said one woman as she exited the bathroom. He wore a bathrobe that was lying on the floor to cover his innocent body and then walked towards the door leaf.
"Hey, open the door!" tania Exclamation. The woman's emotions had reached the crown. At a time like this, he did not care whether his actions would harm himself or others. For Tania the most important thing right now is to teach a lesson to such ignorant people as this neighbor.
Not long after, the door opened. "Bas rude, the nights interfered with the break. Did you never-"
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