Marrying My Brother's Fiancee
EPISODE 134 PLAYING CHESS
Day three, at Raka's apartment, everything went fine. Sarah's father, although not fit, is in pretty good condition, according to doctors. Tomorrow will be held a complete test for the readiness to do the first therapy.
"Dad, tonight I have to eat a lot. Tomorrow morning the doctor asks the fasting father for blood test preparation."
Sarah's father nodded vigorously, staring at the bowl of ginseng chicken soup that Sarah had made and the mushroom chic mustard that was arranged alluringly on the table.
"Sarah is also making a special sugar pie for dad, who knows you miss Canada." Said Sarah.
"Dad hasn't missed Canada since I've been here."Sarah's father said, looking at Sarah with affection.
"Son..." Sarah's father suddenly remembered something.
"Yes..."
"Can you make me something tomorrow morning?"
"What?"
"Dad really wants to eat something."
"What's that?"
"Orek tempeh."
"Orek tempeh?"
"Your mother used to make Orek tempe's father. It's a little spicy but sweet and savory."
Sarah smiled at her father, the simple cuisine that she had seen mbok Yem make.
"I'll make it after dad checks the blood, yeah.tomorrow morning you have to fast first." Dara scoops the soup into the bowl.
The father looked at Sarah with a completely different look, but the smile was so happy.
Gently caught Sarah's hand, it felt cold.
"Son, when you really have to go, there's nothing you regret anymore. I know, you're a strong woman, nothing can destroy you."
Sarah stared into those increasingly haggard eyes.
"Dad must take medicine immediately, eat first, do not have to talk." Reproved Sarah, uncomfortable to hear the words of the father.
The bell ringing on their bedroom door made Sarah glance at the clock.
"Raka said coming back from papa's house might be a reckless hour, it's only half seven." Sarah was a little surprised.
Raka pamit this afternoon came home to pick up some documents at once some of Rae's stuff.
"Open up..." Sarah's father moved his painful left shoulder carefully.
"Dad there's a guest?" Sarah looked at her father, and she was sure she had no promise with anyone but maybe her father was waiting for someone.
"Yes, I invited your father..." His father said it was almost like mumbling, while chewing chicken meat from inside the soup.
"Papa? haven't you been to this apartment?" Sarah frowned, while the bell rang again.
"I sent the address through the share loc"
"Dad want to talk to papa? Why didn't you say. Kan Raka can call papa."
"I just want to have a four-eye talk with your papa." Father Sarah's.
"Open the door, it's not good your papa waited so long at the door." Beware of his father, the hand trembled scooping the rice into his mouth.
Sarah moved and opened the door.
His adoptive father stood there, alone. With a Navy sweater, he was so relaxed as if he wanted to visit a neighbor's house to play chess, and indeed in his hand was a chessboard in his left hand like a book.
"Lad..." Sarah kissed her foster father's hand, she was still confused by the arrival of her father.
"How are you doing, papa's grandson?" Ask while stepping in.
"He's good, pa. Just slept in the room."
"Oh, where's your dad?"
"Again in the kitchen, will you eat too?" Sarah follows her step-up papa to the dining table in Sarah's kitchen.
"It just so happens, you haven't eaten either." papa lifted Sarah pulled the chair facing Sarah's father's chair.the chessboard box she was holding just off on the floor, under the dining table.
"Over the two of us don't eat together, almost thirty years." Suddenly father interrupted when Sarah gave the plate to his adoptive father.
The two brothers looked at each other for a long time. A reluctant longing for each of them said to be stirring at each other.
"Thank you for coming..." Sarah's father said softly. Moments later they both enjoy that simple dinner, while engaging in light talk about their childhood memories.
Then after they finished dinner, they both sat face to face in the same place facing the chessboard, after Sarah cleared the table.
"Do you challenge me to play chess?" ask Sarah's father, a little surprised.
"Yes, on the way here I bought it, I suddenly thought about the last time we played chess decades ago when we were teenagers, and I was the one who lost. Tonight, I suddenly want to avenge that defeat." Papa lifts Sarah chuckles.
"We haven't had a chance to play this game since I got married and we've been so late in the world." He said then, sounding softly while compiling the piece on the board.
"Chess is not just about losing and winning, but about strategy to survive as much as life, each step we choose determines how it will happen in the future. It is about the purpose of life determined by the purpose of our actions. What we do in the past always has something to do with what happens in the future." Sarah's father said, those pushy eyes can't hide regret in his eyes.
"The truth is we used pawns to protect the king." Papa lifts Sarah to move a pawn for the first time.
"Pawn may be small, but he never backs down, just keeps going forward. I should have done the same thing, even though I was nothing I didn't need to hide, then maybe I could protect what was really most precious to me." Sarah's father looked at Sarah's back who was washing the dishes, as if he was swallowing a thousand regrets for what he had done to his only child.
"We step both in the black box and in the white box always has its own consequences. Sometimes our choices put us at risk for a lifetime, just because we're standing in a black or white place."
Sarah's father retaliated with a pawn move, but his eyes were fixed on the queen's pawn.
"No queen, why do we always feel she's so important? He could freely walk in all directions, how unfortunate it would be to die first. In this world we may have someone who we think is very valuable and so important, that even if we feel without him we can do nothing. In fact, we can still win the game even without a queen."
Papa lifted Sarah frowned at her sister, and urung moved a piece that would run.
"We're actually playing chess or talking about what?" Papa lifts Sarah folded her hands over her chest.
"We're talking about our real life and about a secret I want to tell you now, whether you'll forgive me or kill me after hearing it. But, I don't want to take her until I die..." Sarah's father straightened his frail body, while swallowing his saliva which suddenly felt very bitter.
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