
Gerald trained Gilang in earnest. He wants his protege to win back the champion in the race later. I don't know why Gerald seemed to see himself in Gilang's body.
Ever since he became the boy's coach, Gilang had stolen his heart. Actually every race that followed Gilang, who became the main sponsor of the company Gerald. He gave a prize with a high nominal money because he was sure if Gilang would be the winner.
Gilang deliberately gave a hard kick to Gerald so that his body thickened. He then pretended to be unintentional.
"Sorry, Om. I didn't intentionally!" said Gilang while helping Gerald stand up. In his heart Gilang was very happy to be able to repay his mother's heartache.
If all this time he's been training not to kick his coach strong, but from today on the pretext of training he'll avenge all his mother's heartache, give a lethal kick.
Gerald sat on the bench in the training room holding his chest which was hot from the boy's kick.
"Om, it still hurts? Let's take a break, please," Gilang sat down in the chair in front of Gerald.
"We're just taking a break. Enough training. You shower! Did you bring a change of clothes?" ask Gerald.
"Bring, Om."
"Next to this room is a room. You can shower in that room. It is a room for you to rest. After the shower, you can go down. We chat while watching in the living room of this house."
"Good, Om. After the shower I'll catch up."
Gilang walked away leaving Gerald in the training room alone. Entering a room that is decorated for a children's room,.Glazed around his gaze throughout the room
"This must be a room prepared for their child. Just wait Mom, I'll avenge all your heartache!"
Gilang closed the door and jumped up, imagining what he had done earlier with his father. And that's what he's going to do every exercise. Little revenge from me.Ucap Gilang in his heart.
After Gilang's bath caught up with Gerald, go downstairs. He saw Merlin, his father's wife, sitting on Gerald's shoulder. Gilang smiled, he would make the woman jealous of Gilang's inner self.
With a small run Gilang towards Gerald and directly sat beside the man while hugging his hand. Gilang pulled Gerald's hand so that his body moved and moved away from Merlin.
"Of course you're handsome."
"A lot of people think we're father and son. Is Om angry and objecting to those people's words?" ask Gilang again.
Merlin watched the faces of the two men. They are similar. Like father and son, Merlin. He began to dislike the boy. Obviously he intentionally infuriated me, Merlin's inner self again.
"Why should Om object? Om even happy if many think so. Even if you want to, you can be a foster child. Instead of you staying in an orphanage continue," said Gerald.
"Om seriously wants me to be a foster child. Does Aunt Merlin agree?" asked Gilang while smiling mockingly.
"You agree, don't you if we raise Gilang to be our son?" ask Gerald.
Merlin was silent without knowing what to answer. On the other hand, he wanted to have children but not adopted children. Merlin realizes that Gerald's attention has been reduced to him. Hope the presence of children can make their relationship back harmonious.
"Om, look at yourself! Auntie must have objected. The proof is that he did not answer. It's okay, Om. I am also currently living with my mother. We both live in a tiny house. One day I'll introduce Om to my mom. She is a very beautiful and gentle woman. I must have liked it!"
Gilang deliberately said so to make Merlin jealous. And the boy's efforts seemed to be working. Merlin's face changed hearing Gilang's words.
"What is true that Gilang said? You mind if we raise Gilang as our son?" Gerald repeated the question again.
"I'm up to you. But you heard for yourself, if he had been living with his mother at this time. Will his mother allow us to raise Gilang as our son?" Merlin asked back in an unhappy voice.
Gilang became smiling looking at his father's wife who seemed unhappy with his presence.
I will continue to make you hurt with your husband. And I'm gonna make my dad start hating you, too. You cannot be happy in the suffering of my mother.
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