My ex-Ipar Candidate
Give Him back to me
The sun began to shine, Haidar waited for the night in solitude. He was not interested in eating a mouthful of rice that Layla prepared. His hunger seemed faintly coupled with the anger and disappointment fused within his soul.
Haidar sighed slowly, he went to the bathroom for a moment to calm down. He did not really understand when Raka came home, but at least he met the Papa with a calmer situation.
Long enough he spent in the bathroom, the water was so cold as not to disturb his skin. He held on for quite a long time, hoping that his head would feel a little cold after this.
Haidar probed his affairs, he entered the room with a towel that was now wrapped around his waist. The man rubbed his hair slowly, for a moment he looked at the reflection of his face. He pulled the corner of his lips, the discordant laughter rose again.
Tok tok tok tok
He glanced at the door when the knocking sounded polite. Actually Haidar did not want to open it at all, but the beat of the umpteenth time made Haidar feel disturbed.
"Ck, sucks."
Haidar opened the room door a little, giving it a little gap to know who knocked on it.
"What's wrong?" asked Haidar with his flat face, Layla's pias face was so clear in front of him.
"Dining, Den," Layla said with a bowed face obediently fearing Haidar's anger.
"Eat dinner?" asked Haidar frowning, only then did he realize for so long he locked himself in the room.
"Yes, Den, Mr and Madam are waiting."
"God ...."
Haidar rubbed his face rough, he nodded and asked Layla to pass. He was not hungry, just the words of Layla made him have to say yes.
With his weak steps, Haidar moved towards the closet. Change clothes with pajamas that are not too deep. Maybe because his mood made Haidar behave like that.
"Ck, jesus!! Why are you still here?" asked Haidar in shock, the man almost shouted realizing Layla was now in front of him.
Layla did not leave him, the beautiful girl was still faithfully waiting for the presence of Haidar in front of the room door. He only carries out Raka's duties to make sure that Haidar really goes down.
The man passed by, no matter Layla's gestures trying to explain her intentions and goals. With hair that is still moist Haidar down the stairs one by one to the dining room.
Deg
His chest chattered uncharacteristically as he looked at Gian and Radha also at the same table. For a moment he snapped a step, it felt like he could not take a step longer.
His steps felt heavier, not to mention the Radha tattoo that greatly made him hurt more and more pain. His breathing choked, trying to hide his pain in Raka's eyes.
He does not need anything other than Raka's explanation, at this time maybe it should not be. But he quite understands that Raka is someone who cannot be denied.
"Sit down" Raka said without looking at Haidar's face.
Honestly, he's still angry. However, he had no reason to vent his anger. No matter how much shame, it all starts with itself.
Brugh
He slammed his body on the chair, Raka momentarily turned her head because she felt that Haidar really did not have the chauffeur. He let out a rough sigh, there was no way he was raging his eldest son.
"Eat," Raka's command was indisputable, inevitably Haidar had to eat even if only a little.
How could Haidar swallow his food, even that was just a mouthful. The scene he saw was extremely painful, like a sword that drew his chest repeatedly.
"Enough," Gian said so subtly when Radha prepared her meal.
Sick, it should be something as bitter as he did not see. Haidar was really hurt, he was really sick. His heart heats up as if unable to hold back the anger that is growing longer.
His hands clenched tightly, not one bit he missed what Gian did to Radha at the dinner table. Seen deliberately pecking fire that makes his soul as if burned out.
"Pa," said Haidar opened the conversation, he would not be able to hold any longer tightness in his mind. He wants it done immediately, whether there is a result or not. But obviously, he just wants everything answered.
He knew his son might not care about his health. There was no intention to hurt his son, but he had to face all the facts. Although slowly, Haidar must be ready.
"Alright," complained Haidar relented, he just did not want to prolong the problem even though the pain seemed to be irreplaceable.
With lazy and very very forced to bribe Haidar eat, even the taste is now very bitter and Haidar can not enjoy it well.
His gaze was not necessarily direction, occasionally he looked at Radha's face even though he had to steal a glance. Though he will be furious if Radha stole the view or stolen by anyone.
No talk, just the twang of a spoon that seems to be fighting. Both Gian and Haidar and his parents were silent. Radha felt very awkward, she really felt uncomfortable with the situation she was in.
Like Haidar, Radha feels the same way. Just as painful and incredibly crumbling, how could he sit at a table with his girlfriend but now his status is transformed into a sister-in-law.
"Pa, may I ask you now?"
"Ehm," Raka's timpal stared at Haidar for a moment.
Even in the dining room, it feels okay to discuss. Haidar just needs an answer and Raka will not give a long explanation.
"How did this happen? Why is Radha in this house with the status of Papa's son-in-law."
Haidar laughed discordantly, he only glanced at Radha who was now just silent and sat his head. No longer did he find the beautiful bead that always smiled at him.
"I'm sorry, Papa, Haidar. It's all Papa's fault, and you shouldn't have felt this deep hurt."
It is undeniable, it is true that Raka is wrong. And he did not shy away from his fault, if not as selfish as it is, it might not happen. Intentions give happiness, but hurt happens.
"But why, Pa?"
"The way Papa was wrong, forgive Papa."
Full of regret Raka said silly, for the first time he did not defend himself so much. The wound on Haidar's face made him choose to give up, it's okay, it's his fault anyway.
But free, wounds are still wounds, and pain still hurts. Everything has happened and Haidar was forced to become a victim because of his mistake.
BRAK!!
"Dear!!" raka snapped when his son kicked the table, he did not expect Haidar to show anger in front of him.
"Papa is truly a selfish human being!! Where's Papa's mind? And you're the same, brother."
Raka was silent, as were Gian and Jelita. He could not defend himself when Haidar expressed his anger.
"Give her back to me, you haven't touched her, have you?"
Gian was inflamed when Haidar dared to say so, what a crazy thing he said. Basic is not sane, crazy and all kinds of swearing out of Gian's mind.
"Jaga. Heydar!!"
The dining room that was once quiet now became rowdy because of the actions of the two handsome men.
"Why? You're scared, haaa?!!"
"really right? How could Zura be touched by a lecherous man like you!!"
THE PLAQUE!!
Tbc
Bye babay, my kebelet is reallyðŸ˜