Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 41

"Dad," I said, stammering a little.

Dad didn't say anything when I said his name. If his chest did not move up and down while breathing perhaps people would think he was a statue because it did not move at all. But his eyes were so sharp. He looked at us both with a murderous look.

I turned my face, looked back at Kevin. "Mas ... Put me down" I told him.

Kevin obeyed my request. He carefully removed his carrier and helped me stand up straight.

As soon as I set foot on the ground, I rushed over to my father. I put on a cheerful face, trying to cover up my fears and assume as if everything was fine, nothing had happened before. "Dad ... When did you come? Has it been waiting a long time? Why don't you call me first," she asked a few questions as she walked over.

His shriveled hands, which were beginning to wrinkle, then brought them closer to my face, were about to kiss the back of his palm in honor. But I haven't done it yet, Dad brushed my hand off violently. After that, he swung his hand to my face.

Plaque!

The hand landed very hard on my right cheek. It produces a very loud sound in the ears. It hurts, it hurts so much. I held onto my cheek which is now numb.

"Women are selfless and shameless! It's hard for me to raise you, this is how you pay back!" scream dad, wrath. He again swung his hand that landed perfectly on my other cheek. This time the slap was even harder, to the point of knocking me down.

"Aakh," I cried as this body fell to the ground. My legs that have not healed back feel throbbing.

"Alea!" scream Kevin. I could hear his footsteps running towards me. He was squatting by my side. His hands held onto my shoulders and tried to lift my body back to my feet. But I held him. I looked down, staring at the wet ground from the rain a few hours ago.

I don't want to wake up, just let me be like this.

Kevin understood, he took his hand off my shoulder. Then he stood up again, facing my father.

"What did Dad do? Don't you remember that Alea is also your daughter?" half of screaming.

Kevin is just as confused as I am. He looked at my father with a frown.

"Daughter you said?" my father said a moment later. Judging from his voice, it was clearly not asking but mocking. "I have no children like him. She's not my daughter" he added with emphasis at the end of the sentence.

I raised my head back. Looking up a little to see my father's face. At that time, father and Kevin looked at each other with sharp eyes.

"I'll tell you, this woman ...." Dad stopped for a moment. He took a step forward, eroding the distance between the two of them. Until the two almost touched.

"This "storage you love so much is not my daughter. He's just a wild kid I found in a garbage can. I picked it up because my wife felt sorry for him" Dad said.

My eyes were wide again, shocked. Whahuh? I'm just a pick-up boy?

Suddenly my chest felt tight, like there was a big rock piercing me. This fact torments me. Thousands of daggers seemed to stab me to the bone. Besides that I felt sad and disappointed, recalling the attitude of my father and mother who treated me unfairly all this time. So, is this the reason? Because I'm not their real son.

Just like me, Kevin was similarly shocked. He retreated to the back of his shocked wing. "What?" he said, not believing.

"Yes, he was just a little boy who had no idea where he came from and who had been born out of the womb. It is possible that she was born of a prostitute, so that her blood flowed to her son who was also a prostitute."

My blood immediately boiled. Hasn't Dad gone too far? It's not enough to just insult me, how dare he insult my mother who is not even known to him. I can't take it anymore. All this time I never fought back because I respected him as a parent. But now, he had already told himself I was not his son. So, there's no need to pretend to be gentle anymore.

Dad, let me show you what your adopted son looks like. From this moment on, I will never lose to you again and will never give up.

I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with oxygen. With all the energy I had, I stood up. I squeezed my palm hard. Then straightened his head and looked at the arrogant old man.

Seriate....