Named Revenge
3

"Tar's? Tarana?" Cantika gently knocked on the doorway where her daughter was hiding now. "You haven't said goodbye to Pramoko's family, Tar. Tomorrow you get married, you gotta get along, Tar. Can you open the door first?"

"Tar?" call Cantika uncertain. "Mom knows you haven't slept yet. Especially if you just entered the room. Why avoid Mama?"

"Well, from eight years ago, I dodged, Ma" said Tarana behind her door. "Eight years, Ma, and now I'm just welcome for getting married. So, yes, Ma, what's the point of having a child?"

"What the hell, Tar? You, right, agreed to marry yourself? How is this now?" Once again women in their half century are knocking even more slowly. "Open, Tar. We're talking all right. Mama doesn't like it the most when we talk in front of this. Nirak, Tar."

Clack!

There's no one behind that door. However, his sideways shadow made Cantika know where Tarana was.

Tarana also did not try to hide. Silent grating beside the wall. Expressed flat with that painful tear struggle.

"Why?" The door was pushed by him to close the sidelines of the room. Cantika galloped slowly to the front of Tarana, stroking slowly the cheeks of her only child. "Is there anything you need to tell Mama, or do you just want Mama to be here?"

"My question hasn't changed, Ma," said Tarana trembling. Straighten his gaze to the spacious room with dark shades. "Eight years I disappeared, four years ago I came back, then I disappeared again. Is anyone conscious, isn't anyone?"

"Conscious, Honey. Papa also knows every news you go. But you, right, know that Papa is the least expressionless. It looks like our youngest daughter. Hard, but his shoulders are firm."

Both hands Tarana took it to be coated with fine hands Cantika. "Maclumin Papa, huh, honey?"

"I understand that Papa is just like me. But why should Diana feel the same way, Ma!" Tarana exclaimed uncontrollably. His heart was torn to the ground to find their family's chess photo changed.

There is only Tarana, Cantika, and Manuel in it. Diana did not join us there. "I always accept everything when it comes to me, Ma. But I can't at least accept that Diana was killed! Mama is the same bad Papa! You guys are crazy!"

"Tarana," called Cantika exclaiming forcefully. "You can't talk like that. All Papa's decisions are best for us."

"Make Mama with Papa only once!"

Plaque!

Tarana's face is on the left. The blow didn't hurt. It feels like the softest. But it was the worst thing Cantika had ever given him.

The crying she had been holding for the last few minutes just decayed. Without being accompanied by spoiled sobbing and unaccepted whining.

What he says, he always does. It didn't matter to her, but she didn't like it the most if her twin brother accepted this kind of injustice.

Considered never to exist, its existence is destroyed as easily as blowing smoke.

"I thought Mama was the only person still on my side" Tarana rubbed her cheek. Then, a disappointed blink in the person who gave birth to it. "It turns out I was wrong, huh? Those four years, Diana doank tried to get me in touch."

"Done the title, Mama thought, how broken was I so horrified Diana was gone for ever?" ask Tarana raahu. "The only person who was the closest to me, suddenly left so soon?"

Tarana paused for a moment. Seeing the look of sadness from Cantika, he also did not have the heart. How else would you like? "Diana used to live here, and will always stay here. You guys erase Diana's tracks like this, I'll never stop fighting for Diana."

"And I will make sure everyone who has ever hurt Sister Diana, will pay for it, Ma. I won't be able to say Diana Manuella's name at any time" murmured Tarana ferociously. "You can't silence me."

***

[The one who picked you up to your reception later, Tar.]

[Be nice. Don't talk rudely or not to him. Don't bring Diana to him either. The honor of the family that Papa guards should not be damaged because of you.]

"Whoever has broken the honor of his own family" murmured Tarana.

[Mama still loves you, anyways. Whatever happens, Tar. About that night, sorry Mama can not answer everything.]

[Time goes on long enough, but the wound is still new to you, as well as to Mama. Mama's lucky to have Papa, but you .. don't close yourself to Bian, Tar. Do not cover yourself with all the men.]

[Bian boy is good. Mama guaranteed it.]

"Well, who doesn't know who Bian is!" yell Tarana asphalt. Hastily turned off his phone while grumbling further. "If you know how dare Mama say that? Papa is the same. Because I recommend Pramoko's son, it doesn't mean he's straight, does it?"

The button in the center of the treadmill was pressed back. Continuing his delayed run, with a murmur of misuh-muruh that continued. "Where to talk about Diana, too, if Bian thinks Diana's me."

Ting! The keg!

Aw, ****. Tarana cursed in her heart back. Forced to stop the pace of his engine, which Tarana targets, has not reached half.

Bian is indeed a new problem carrier for the problem seeker. Sucks. "Yes, just a minute."

His bathrobe attached origin attached to his slender body. His right left long strap circles the small athletic waist of Tarana. Walking slightly snapped indifferently the leaves of the wooden door. "Bian Pramoko, right?"

"Hm" he replied with a sigh. No other answers in it.

Clack!

In contrast to the sweaty disheveled look, Bian instead looks very neat with his t-shirt and shorts.

Nah. If there is a Cantika here, maybe he will be taken all out because his identity and behavior do not reflect at all as a 'Manuel'.

Yeah, who wants to? "Come in. I'm getting ready first. For drinks and everything is in the kitchen. Just take it if you want."

Bian continued to research the careless look he had just encountered from the perfectly grooved woman Tarana. Until the woman turned around before him, walking towards his right room. "When you shower?"

"h-h." Rhythmically with his arm, the bathrobe rope was removed.

Featuring the perfect crevices of her skimpy outfits, showing off her clean skin for Bian to look up to. Together with the pull of his left eyebrow, everything already looked like Tarana wanted.

Any man would quickly glance towards her. Unfortunately, not with Bian Pramoko. The man was too flat to show his face. His hands were moved, but not to touch Tarana.

Except to pull the side of the rope that Tarana released earlier. Order without expression in it. "Close your body."

"Don't behave like a man who isn't interested in women, Bian!" Tarana's limbs move fast. Tilling Bian's neck to force the jet eye to see it. "Isn't that so, hm? Since I'm like this, you did that nonsensical thing to me like four years ago?"