The Childish And The Beast
#27 The Horse That Will Never Stop
Morning is indeed the active time of this adult girl. He was fresh with his clean clothes and ate his warm food. The cold air from last night's rumbling made everyone seem to dislike morning activities.
Just like this newly arrived household assistant, “Sorry, non. I'm late!”
“Hmm... please clean the house,” Adira is still busy chewing her food, “Oh, prepare breakfast for her.”
“Dia?” the assistant stopped in front of the sofa. Looking at the one side that his mistress pointed to. And respond to someone who is still asleep, “Buset, ma'am! Who's this?!”
Nanda almost woke up. This assistant reflexes shuts his mouth and moves away a few steps. That's an unhelpful reaction. Reasonable. No man should sleep on the same roof as Adira.
“He helped me home last night. Because of many things, he could not go home,” Adira looked at this assistant woman more firmly, “Don't think about it. Just do what I ask.”
“Ba, fine...”.
This assistant also does not want to follow the personal things of his master. Let whoever he takes home, his job is to take care of the housework and go home afterwards. Plus today is Saturday. He spent the whole day here.
“Oh, no need trouble for lunch. Please prepare for dinner only,” Adira again busies herself with chewing.
“Heh? Miss lunch outside?”
“Iya. Put in the usual place the key when you are done.”
The order of the plan returned to meet Adira's day. Thank goodness his interlocutor later gave a positive answer that he would come.
This time he hopes his father doesn't mess up again.
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“Dad late huh?” this man could finally come to keep his promise.
Dira still sitting firmly on one side of the cafe table along with a warm cup of coffee, “Please sit,”
The father sat down and picked up the menu between the two of them. Laughing kindly with his fatherly soul that is not clear from where.
“Pas once, dad hungry~!”
But Adira did not want to think about that.
At the base he had eaten first because again he had to wait longer. Lucky for the holiday, he had already planned to spend as much time as possible. Everything to finish up to the roots.
“I'll get straight to the point. What does it mean you asked Viren to replace you picked me up yesterday?”
The father stopped moving his hand to open a menu that looked like a desk calendar. He really did not discover what made Adira's eyebrows look so angry. He had to postpone his lunch.
“Why? Kan's girlfriend. Pas dong shuttle same girlfriend.”
Adira shook her head tired, “No I guess so far you don't know me. A year before you married your mother, Virendra and I had no relationship anymore.”
“But the time dad tanyain, he said still kok.”
Adira doesn't know anymore. Who should he put to the core of the problem? Virendra who often does a lot of things harm him. Or the father whose presence is a problem.
He could not even believe the words of the two.
“Whatever has happened, I will emphasize. Please do not let me find the incident related to Viren again,” Adira vertical one time hot coffee.
“A, dad sorry.”
“Stop that.”
“What?”
“Until when do you want to keep your acting like that? Until you manage to talk to your mother? Until I willingly give my income to you? Or to drain out Pancarona for you and Virendra?”
“Dad is impossible⏤”
“We go straight to the second language,” Adira's gaze sharpens as her chin rises. It shows who to listen to and who to listen to.
“Aristya age 47 years,” Dira issued Ipad that he deliberately brought. “Suami from Wulandari Dwi Zafia, daughter of boutique owner Zafia.”
“A, ap, Dira?”
Cold sweat slid violently from the head of this man called Aris. Undeniably, his tense body really told the truth indirectly. Justifying what Adira said indirectly.
Dira is still reading, “But there seems to be a problem. Until your wife has no right to receive money from her parents. Is it possible that you were caught embezzling boutique funds?”
“Dira, no!”
What a strong man. The goal is bigger than the way of defeat that is already wide open. Quickly and swiftly pulled it straight away. The evidence of the error is still denied as hard as possible. Although Adira already uses her diluted brain well.
“Not really. Dira must be wrong person.”
This woman is not inferior to her still powerful expression, “What did you do after being abandoned in-laws? You owe quite a lot. You are so desperate like that.”
“What debt?! Nothing!”
Adira sighed, “Excellent. You're trying this hard to pay off the debt. At least you love each other until you have two big debts you are still together.”
“Adira, trust papa! There are no other women but Mother. Dad was never close to anyone⏤”
“Save your sentences. That's not nice to hear.”
I think the pressure is very deep. Regardless of the truth, this father really insisted on his words. He knew the love he was talking about would lose nothing. And that's what kept him going.
Little hope, his adopted son understood it. As well as providing a lost soluble opportunity along with Adira's trust.
He didn't give up.
This man clenched both his hands, “Dira, you can't keep gini. Daddy loves your mother. Your mother is also.”
“Sweetest. I am not moved with my heart like my mother. If you remember...,” Adira folds both hands, “I never once thought my relationship and you were built with heart.”
“You can't stop dad from returning. Your mother could be sad to hear that.”
Thats problem. Adira understands about heart and pain.
He could taste that sweet. The pain happened three times. The big bang that really changed Adira's mind. And all three made him not want to extend his hand to the man willingly.
But my mother still has a sweet heart. His love which he believed he still cared for with pleasure.
If he throws this guy away, it's the same Adira who gave his family heartache. Aristya really grasped his weakness.
However, horse races do not always follow a straight path. He already knows what he's doing. In the meantime or whatever, this is the best he can do for now.
“We can run this well,” Adira put out the sheet she has prepared, “Receive this and disappear as you normally do.”
Dumbstruck. It was not an ordinary thing that could be given in a small cafe like this. The number of zeros on the paper was unmatched by Aris's estimate. The name in the form of Adira's signature is proof that he was successful in Pancarona.
So what will the father do?
“Dad has debt. That, that's right. But Adira, honey. I didn't lie that you love me, mom's with Nata. That's right,” is calm and clear, this guy is talking.
“We can do this with an unfriendly path then,” Adira take her things and stand up, “I will keep you away from my place, whatever the way.”
Those eyes glared. Adira really doesn't like the results. But he knows, once he is loved, he will ask for the heart. He just needs to take care of it for a longer time.
“Dira.”
“Do not disturb anyone. Mother, Nata, or even my people in Pancarona,” Adira preparing to leave, “This is my kindness, you know? The mess you made will help me in suing you.”
It'sit's okay. It's only a matter of time for Adira to get her finish line strap.