Married Little Princess Bestie
48. Grief News

"Yes... Da... I said I could talk about it again at the meeting... Da... Alright... Thank you." Thank you."

Tria's long helpline filled the kitchen which originally consisted only of the sound of stirring a spoon with a glass. Binar walked to the dining table carrying his milk glass. Sitting quietly in front of the mother who looked ruffled her hair.

"Long time does not work, dizzy too," the woman complained later. "Your father also did not come home, loh, Binar. Is Singapore a week less?" his nag.

Binar sipped the milk of Intan's recommendation slowly, his eyes still faithfully read Tria's annoyance.

"Keep if someone misses gini, how? It is also difficult to contact Ned when it is focused on work. The investor was fussy anyway, I really have to go to the office right now," he grumbled as he tidied up the makeup that was still splattered on the desk.

Although it clearly seemed to rush after time, Tria had quietly observed Binar. He gave a rude snort, "Seriously no problem at home alone?" tanyanya.

"Fines. Usually okay too. Besides, I have cooking and yoga classes today" said Binar, adding two shoulders.

"Call me if Ned comes back, or have him answer the e-mail I sent, or he better call me himself."

Binar just nodded in agreement. Tria ran around while putting up her high shoes. The woman returned to valuing the fashion world that she always followed.

The days are coming back like nothing happened. She bears her status as the only daughter of the Alvero family, an eighteen-year-old boy whose parents often left to take care of business to and fro. The only difference is he who now no longer needs to fear waking up bad luck.

There is no ritual of taking a morning bath, making a full breakfast or a stack of homework that charges for completion on the weekends. The days of Binar are more spent taking care of the house. Sometimes sweeping the background, and only entered when hearing a sneer from a neighbor. If so, Binar chose to play music aloud, sweeping and mopping the entire house.

These activities are also built in order to maintain the health of his body. Intan's increasingly noisy message after being declared pregnant with the first child was; 'be sure to move diligently'. Since then, the training began to actively make a schedule with training. Starting from swimming, yoga, or anything that is said to be able to launch the labor process.

Tria becomes very overprotective keeping the Binar pregnancy at bay. Things that often make Ned protest with a healthy eating menu that began to be boring for his tongue. In such a situation Binar would secretly order a delicious meal, and serve it especially for his beloved father.

About Riswan, don't ask.

She even locked the room for days when she talked about her husband. Starting from innuendo, the word motivation, to persuading openly. None of these efforts resulted in Binar wanting to refer to Riswan.

Three months have passed since the incident of Binar's departure from the main house of the Darmawangsa family, and the answer, "Later on," or "Later on," became the main fender. Binar always avoided, he could not make a decision from the anger of his heart.

At the same time, perhaps, he missed Riswan terribly. But his mind asked a skeptical question that never faded, how about Riswan back tempted? What if one day, Riswan grew tired of their marriage and re-examined his depraved habits? Such possibilities developed rapidly in the head of Binar.

Although the truth is very vague, Binar is not brave enough to make that decision now. Especially with the age of the womb entering seven months, Binar did not want to be rash. It refuses to be affected by the sensitive hormones that explode during pregnancy.

He had just moved from the dining table when the door of the house suddenly opened. The man with the curved smile mixed with fatigue immediately greeted him. Ned Alvero with a backpack that was still perched on his back immediately threw himself on the sofa.

The swiftly moving binar did not immediately comment. He placed a cup of warm tea on his father. A simple drink that became the routine of the man when he felt tired.

And as if he had found the answer, it was the man's turn to replace Tria, "Do I have to go to the office today?!" his protest was more to himself instead of Binar. Although the activity of playing the box object was not immediately ended Ned of course.

His fingers seemed straightforward looking for renewal as long as he was on his way. Binar guessed that maybe among them was an email intended by Tria. But the longer the man roamed, his forehead creased even more sharply. The body that was leaning back was raised slowly.

The astonished binar translated the faction even more humbly as Ned looked at him. The man was silently ticking for seconds as if he had trouble spelling words. "Where's the knight?" ask Ned after choosing the most effective sentence the tongue can reach.

"Where else, Pa. Since morning, my mother has complained about work. Drink tea before mom. I have aca..."

"What way?" tukas Ned urged. The originally lazy and ogah-ogahan face turned hard. Binar understood very well if the expression was shown when the father wanted to talk to him seirus.

"Course. Why?"

Ned seemed hard to catch his breath. He fixed his position and almost said a word if only his phone did not ring aloud breaking the silence. The man suddenly rose away from the reach of Binar's eyes and ears. Anxiety was evident from his back.

For a minute, two minutes, Ned was arguing with someone behind his phone. Every now and then Binar could see Ned scrambling his hair until his neck veins popped. What's actually going on?

Binar as much as possible silenced his curiosity patiently. About fifteen minutes later, Ned entered the house in a shaky step. He took the exact position he was in, then was busy pulling and exhaling repeatedly.

"Listen, Tria doesn't agree but I have to" Ned's voice suddenly sounded discordant. There's a shiver stuck at the base of the throat.

Still with a calmness made in such a way, Binar grabbed the back of Ned's hand as a signal that he was ready to hear. The man massaged his temple before turning to his little daughter. Once again his tongue was muffled, but the grip of Binar's hand managed to push Ned open his mouth.

"Greg Darmawangsa has passed away, Binar. Tria's helping with the funeral now."

Deg.

The Invisible Binar. The grip on Ned's hand decays instantly. The world of Binar seemed to be circling. His sight was filled with tears. "Greg Darmawangsa?" reload Binar ensure. Although he looked old, the man did not look like a human who died quickly.

"Yes, Binar, and papa are sure Riswan is screwed up right now."

The clear grain was tickling. Falling to the surface of the cheek of the Balar. He threw away his face, charging an answer against himself more stubbornly. If so, what should he do?