Love For My Sad Boy
Chapter 36. What kind of Dad?

Her steps felt lighter after coming out of the cafe Regan. Now, he was on his way back to his apartment with a plastic bag containing two packets of porridge that he bought at a store near his school. Luckily they are still open until 9 p.m. He knew Silva often bought porridge there for breakfast or after school. Chicken porridge in the tavern was famous for its taste that is rarely rejected by the tongue of various tastes. I don't know what magic is added to it while cooking. Even at night, the place was crowded with visitors. Arkan sometimes wonder, who wants to eat porridge at night like this? If it wasn't for Silva, he wouldn't have bought it.

He deliberately stopped there to buy the porridge. Because, Silva would have eaten this. Now, he was walking on the sidewalk towards the nearest stop.

Little more did he arrive at the stop already visible in front of him, a biker stopping right in front of him - forcing Arkan to come to a stop.

Bugh!

Without giving time to process the situation, the biker beat Arkan to fall into the asphalt. Luckily he immediately pulled himself back onto the sidewalk. If it is a little late, it is certain that his life was crushed by a truck.

"Bajing*n! You can destroy the cave girl!!" spray the man in front of him who had just punched his left jaw.

Arkan's trivial smile gave along with a mocking look. "Lo's girl? Not wrong? You guys didn't break up, did you?"

"Brengsw!! Even though I broke up Silva, you can't touch him, bajing*n!!"

Bugh! Bugh!

Again Arkan got a punch-hit all over his body. Sometimes he tries to avoid so that his condition is not too severe. He did not retaliate, only allowing Faris to raise a fist at him with all his energy slightly exhausted. Until Faris' energy and focus begin to weaken, Arkan retaliates. He beat Faris three times until he fell. Arkan restrained his movements by propping Faris' chest with one knee and Faris' hands with his hands.

"Lo doesn't know any real problems. So don't be so smart! All you have to know, I'll never hurt Silva, let alone cheat like you do flower!" hiss Arkan was right in front of Faris's face.

After that, he released his lock and got up. He approached a bag of plastic whose pulp had been scattered everywhere.

"Kalo until my GIRL is sicker because of late eating, lo cause! Wait for my calculations!" threaten Arkan to Faris while pointing at the plastic bag. He picked it up and put it in a trash can not far from him.

Faris did not reply, he only noticed what Arkan was doing while rubbing the corner of his lips that was spitting out a little blood.

Before leaving, Arkan approached Faris and whispered in front of his ear. "Let's be calm, I won't make Silva cry again after this. Because Silva is my first and last love."

Causing both of Faris' palms to clench strongly with hardened jaws and teeth grinding.

***

The workspace in Setya's house is currently in an uproar. Not comfortable to wear to work. Two women were visibly anxious with one crying and the other trying to calm down. While Setya tried not to be provoked by emotions because he had to face the anxiety of Hanum who had been walking back and forth while thinking about where their children were. To be more precise, blaming Arkan for taking Silva somewhere.

Although Setya is also disappointed in Arkan, but he does not want to hear others vilify his son. Even so, he was not provoked by emotions and still tried to think with a cold head. If he were Arkan, where would he take Silva? Thought Setya. Arkan has no other place to live outside the house other than the apartment he bought for him. Is it possible he brought Silva there?

"I know where they are" Setya said with certainty. His lips covered a slanted smile with eyes full of confidence.

The other three adults looked at Setya curiously. Waiting for the next sentence Setya will say.

"Arkan had no shelter other than his apartment. They must be there!" continue with certainty.

"No, Num! We're not going there blatantly," Setya argued, looking at Hanum at a glance with his sneaky highlight.

Hanum squinted his eyes at Setya suspiciously. "What are you planning?"

A sly smile expands on Setya's lips. "I won't tell you now. But, take it easy, leave everything to me! I will guarantee the safety of your son and my son. Just trust me, your son will be fine."

"Which part should I be sure of?"

"Arkan loves Silva. He would not hurt the girl he loved. Instead he will do anything for Silva to stay fine. Moreover, he knew that they were being betrothed. Just trust him, my son is gentle."

"Yes, even too gentle to dare impregnate the daughter of his parents' business friend who was entrusted to him. Hmh! Just been told they were betrothed, had just touched my son! If my son gets pregnant, you'll have to take responsibility right then and there!" sarkas Hanum looked at Setya in doubt.

Setya rubbed his face rough. "God... Beyond that, Arkan is a responsible boy. Maybe it was the circumstances that made it clear. Whatever it is, you better go home. Let me take care of them!"

Sighing once, Hanum nodded. Tidying up his suit and placing his tie, he prepared to go home. "Yes, I trust my son to you. Don't let me be disappointed and look for it myself!"

Then he turned to his wife who had subsided his crying and was being hugged by the big lady of the house. "Come, our Mother is home!"

His wife nodded and let go of Lisa's embrace. "Thank you, Lis. I'll go home first!"

Lisa nodded with concern. He was equally sad and worried for the firstborn. But, seeing her husband's confidence, she tried to calm down and believe. Arkan must be reliable.

The two of them walked out of Setya's study. Leave the host with his wife. Lisa looked at Setya with sadness. Setya knew that his wife was worried about their son. He walked over to Lisa and sat down next to her. Clutching his body until drowning in the chest of his field, channeling a sense of calm on the wife. His hand rubbed Lisa's head gently.

"Don't worry, Ma. Arkan is the man in charge. He can definitely protect Silva."

Hearing the husband's words, Lisa immediately raised her head to look at Setya with widened eyes. "So you're not mad at Arkan?"

Setya sighed before replying, "At first got angry. But, come to think of it, Arkan is my son, I know very well what his character is like. I still doubt that Arkan really did such a dirty thing. But, from here I know that Arkan also loves Silva. The proof is that he took Silva away. It must be because he is afraid Silva will get the same treatment as him. I don't feel guilty for setting them up."

Lisa hit Setya on the shoulder with her fist. His sharp gaze drew heavily into Setya's two eyes. "It's just wrong! How do you know they are like this because of your colossal matchmaking and Hanum mas!"

Setya chuckled along with grimacing. "Yes means Arkan is doing his job well. I'm sure Silva rejected the match, because he had a girlfriend. In this way, he can't turn down Arkan anymore-Aaww!!"

Lisa did not hesitate to pinch Setya's waist on his sneaky thoughts. "What kind of father are you, Pa??" Lisa was frustrated. I can't stop thinking about this husband. It could have been like that when her son was on the verge of destroying someone else's future.

"Him! You're welcome, Pa!" Lisa breezes out leaving Setya alone in her study. Regardless of the husband who calls his name many times.

...Seriate......