THE LAST
18. Finally Scattered
Unable to stand the anger he had been holding back for the past few days, Arga immediately punched the middle-aged man in the jaw. Instantly fresh blood flowed from the skin that was definitely torn considering the rigors of Arga's punch.
Not until there. Arga continued to beat up the middle-aged man earlier. On the nose, left right jaw, hands, feet, abdomen, chest, temples, back. Some parts of the man's body were covered in blood.
There was a muffled shriek of cloth from the middle-aged man but Arga was still not satisfied. Until Reza has to stop Arga's actions. It could be dangerous if it continues.
Arga sighed and threw it away violently hoping that his anger would be thrown away. He adjusted his breathing while combing his hair that began to extend with his finger covered in blood. Then stepped closer to the middle-aged man, and raised the blood-soaked face that was already drowning.
"What's my fault, Oom? What's my late father's fault? You, you, how you!" Arga asked while looking at the face that resembled the face of his late father and also himself, his eyes were already foggy.
Arga's hunting breath held back the sadness of her heart. The traitor was none other than his late father's younger brother. From her late father's family line, Arga only had an uncle.
Aris OOM. The man who replaced his father. In addition to his similar face, the body and character of the uncle are also similar. Oom Aris also taught him martial arts until he grabbed his black belt. Oom Aris was also the place to complain when he was not getting along with his father. Who taught him to climb mountains, rafting, fishing, off road, and other extreme things, because the father was too busy working.
But who would have thought the uncle had such a petty and greedy mind. And since when? Arga scooped his face with both hands and crouched down in front of the uncle, looking at the face that resembled his late father and himself, then placed his head on the lap of the uncle.
Reza's confidant took off a lump of cloth plastered on Oom Aris' mouth and Reza ordered everyone out of the bathroom. His laughter mocked Arga.
"You're smart but I can trick you easily" he said.
"I love you so much Arga. But on the other hand I hate you too." continued Oom Aris.
"I was thinking, if I were to marry your mother, your face would look like mine?" said Oom Aris while looking at the face of Arga who is now looking at him.
The mocking rarity sounded again.
"What would Oom say!?" asked Arga with a rising intonation, he grew impatient.
The laughter of Oom Aris echoed even more in the spacious bathroom.
"I met your mother first, who knew her first, who,,, loved her first." Arga was wide-eyed at the words that were coming out of his uncle's mouth.
"Yes, I love your mother." - Oom Aris.
He looked at his nephew's face. It is similar to him. But he's not his flesh and blood. Oom Aris loves his mother Arga. Since the beginning of meeting his mother Arga has attracted his attention. But it turns out his parents betrothed his mother Arga with his brother, Arya, his father Arga. It seems that both his father Arga and his mother Arga liked each other so that the matchmaking event until the marriage went very smoothly.
Grandpa and Grandma Arga know that Oom Aris also likes his mother Arga and worried about disturbing the household of his father and mother Arga so Oom Aris is betrothed to a woman who is no less beautiful than his mother Arga. After marriage, Oom Aris runs a business owned by his grandfather Arga who is out of town.
Oom Aris returned to Jakarta when her grandmother Arga died, following the departure of her husband. Arga was 6 years old. Oom Aris loved his nephew, a true love that was born from his heart. The small Arga made him want to have offspring as well.
But because the love for his mother Arga has not gone away, Oom Aris has trouble touching Aunt Mela, his wife. Therefore, until the age of marriage is 5 years old, they have not been blessed with baby.
when his father Arga managed to make the company he built himself into furniture company no. 1 in Jakarta. Various foul wits begin to sneak up and nestle in Oom Aris's brain. Oom Aris smiled wryly in memory of his previous hatred until now.
"I taught you the extreme, not without reason." Oom Arga's raucous voice came back.
Arga was still crouching in front of the uncle. His eyes stared intently at that bloodied face. His brain was still spinning around digesting the uncle's story. He still does not believe. The uncle who loved him did what hurt him. Just tell him he's naive. But it's not this kind of disharmonious family he wants. Suddenly she remembered her mother. Is her mother okay now? Does his mother know that his uncle loves him? Does his mother know what his uncle did?
His uncle hated his father for taking his mother and wanted to destroy him. Oom Aris loves his mother. He could not hurt the woman he loved.
So he chose to get rid of his son to destroy his father. So then? Arga's eyes suddenly widened to find his own thoughts. No way! His hands clenched tightly.
Hearing word after word that glided smoothly from the uncle's mouth with a face without guilt, making Arga's blood boil. If you do not remember his services, it would be like Arga to eliminate him. Aarghs!
"Why? You still don't believe it? Heh!" the Ejek Oom Aris.
"Oom, I might have wished I had a harmonious family" Arga said.
"I want to have a family that loves each other, can accept each other and forgive." continued Arga.
"But our situation is different." his eyes again darkened, staring intently at the uncle.
With all his might kicked the middle-aged man's chest to the back. The man was instantly unconscious. Arga sighed heavily. Her tears were unstoppable again.
Reza and his men immediately barged into the bathroom from hearing the commotion. He did not believe his eyesight. The middle-aged man was lying motionless and still tied to his wooden chair. A member of Reza's men approached the middle-aged man's body and examined him.
"He fainted, sir." he reported arranging Reza.
"Follow him!" reza's orders.
Arga immediately rubbed the clear liquid in the corner of his eyes and walked out of the bathroom when Reza was already inside. He sat on the sofa of the living room which was located near a large glass window. His gaze stared at the twinkling lights of Surabaya.
"Rizal will come check on Oom Aris." Reza just called a personal doctor who is also one of Arga's best friends.
Arga just nodded his head. He was still angry at his uncle. What his family was lacking to the uncle. Even his mother who might know if the uncle loves him still be nice. Even Aunt Mela often stay at their home while in Jakarta.
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