My Berondong Husband
#118 15 Years Ago (Two)
In the morning Bian had woken up with a slightly refreshed body, sleeping the most comfortably after three years. Bian came down from his room, towards the dining room where his parents and sister Renata were already there.
“Dear,” said mrs Mira when Bian had arrived at the dinner table.
“Morning, Ma,” answered Bian, then in his chair, took the food his mother had provided.
For three years he had not enjoyed such good food, although his mother often drove food to prison, but the taste was still different.
“Eat a lot, you tambha skinny during there,” said the papa.
“Eat ati keep Pa for there, how not to get thinner,” replied Bian as his mouth continues to chew food.
The darkest times of his life have been destroyed instantly, although not immediately in reality, he had to wait long enough, trying to resist all the feelings that might continue to make him more emotional.
Although in prison, some of his friends are not as bad as people out there think, but being restrained is not good. Not being able to do anything, eating and sleeping should be arranged.
After experiencing that, Bian felt guilty for those who had lost in court with him, going to jail did not mean the right choice to punish people, he said, sometimes going to jail makes people more vengeful and when out will want revenge.
Bian still enjoying his meal when Renata say goodbye to go to college, now the mother is also cleaning some dishes that have been completed, he and the father who are there.
“What do you want after this?” ask Tedi as soon as Bian is done with his meal.
The papa's question now made Bian think. What if Kesya finds out about her and the man's problem, instead of causing more complicated problems later. But, if not told one day the problem will destroy him.
“Let Kesya know how the real nature of her parents, Pa,” says Bian.
Now Tedi is nodding, although with the word help, he believes Bian can take care of himself, because Bian is so mature, and it is impossible to solve everything with emotions alone.
“What's so exciting about?” mira asked her husband and son as she cleaned the dining table because they were done.
“Talking about the future of Bian, Ma,” replied Bian with a smile. “Oiya Ma, how are you doing Mama's shares outside the city?”
Hearing Bian's words, Mira's face turned sad, she recalled the incident three years ago when she sold a share of the company's branch to a man, which until now turned out the man was missing and the stock moved into the hands of others.
“Mama already sold it,” Mira said.
Bian tried to convince the mother that it was true, if so why it was sold, is not the branch is important for company assets.
“Why, Ma?” ask Bian. The mother did not want to tell a story. Then died the dining table.
“Since you were in prison, many problems have befallen Mama, which forced your Mama to sell the branch,”. Bian tried to understand the words of the father did not want to dispute it again, maybe it was the last choice of the mother.