The One More Chance

The One More Chance
Hate Me?


After praying all back in the room, actually this can be used as Abra as a time to be able to hug Zahra and sleep well after a night he could not sleep, he said, but Abra sneaks out of the room after making sure Zahra is back to sleep.


Abra walked up the stairs, knocking on Regan's bedroom door before opening it. Aslan sits on a bed with a book in her hand, while Regan sits in her study seat watching a video that her professor once gave her.


"Javir and Alaric call" Abra orders Aslan.


Without much question Aslan immediately came down from the bed, from the tone of Abra's voice that ruled and heard the bossy Aslan already understood there was something important that Abra would talk about.


Abra sat on the bed, Regan closed her leptop and sat down in front of her.


A few minutes later Javir, Aslan and Alaric arrived. Abra signals them to sit in front of him like Regan.


"We just relax don't tense, what I want to talk about is very serious but don't tense as well because I won't bite you guys" Abra said casually but firmly.


All began to sit in a circle, waiting quietly for what Abra was going to tell them.


"We all go home later tonight" Abra said, "sorry the plan to take a vacation and have fun being interrupted by Dad's past."


"Why just say sorry to us?, to Mother, Gea and Mbak Fani?" Regan immediately flocked him with a series of questions.


The calm but wide-smiling gaze of the eyes was Zahra's hallmark for holding back anger and disappointment, which Abra hated so much for always being able to make Abra speechless in remembering the past.


If Regan is angry, then Abra can understand how Regan repulsed her anger because Zahra was kidnapped. Even when Regan first found out if she was close to the mafia, Regan had warned her even though she was not as clear as Zahra who explained the impact of her being friends with the mafia.


"Father knows Ar is disappointed in Dad" Abra directvto the point, saying it while looking at Regan directly. "If asked if Dad regretted knowing the mafia world?, then you will firmly answer NO. One day you will know that the past does not have to be regretted, because with the past we can take many lessons."


Regan pulled next to the corner of her lips, smiling sarcastically even Regan's hand was clenched tightly. "Then, why don't you let us get to know their world?."


Abra smiled in line, "if you ask Dad, Om Malvin, Om Sam. Then the answer was enough we knew, "Abra turned to look at Alaric. "Even Enzo might not want his son to know the Mafia world either, but to disband Romanov would have to weigh in and he's trying, believe me. What happened to Dad was nothing like what happened to Enzo, and he didn't want his son to feel the same way."


"But it looks like he wants to make us a mafia gang like your Aase."


Abra sighed then nodded confirming, "she seems obsessed with Aase's fame" he said with a smile.


"What can you be proud of from Aase so that you're famous?" Regan said it with a cynical tone.


Abra was silent, even Aslan, Javir and Alaric also fell silent not answering Regan's question.


Abra looked at Regan deeply even though the boy looked away. Heartache because of Regan's tone?, yes she hurt. But he realized he was wrong here.


Does Ar hate Daddy? it felt like Abra asked, but she just chose silence.


Aslan, who had a sharp intuition, squinted at Abra. Abra's look at Regan wasn't a look of regret. There's something strange about Abra that she doesn't know.


"Did something happen?" aslan asked could not cover her curiosity.


Regan immediately turned to Aslan who turned to look at Abra, while Abra himself raised his eyebrows not understanding what Aslan was asking.


"Have something happened?" aslan asked again repeating his question in a pressure-filled tone.


Abra's eyes gnawed and then stared in a directional distance, "nothing" he quickly held his breath.


The grunts of Aslan so blatantly made Regan look at him questioningly.


"Yes, you have rested again" said Abra to come down.


"Gathering us early in the morning just for this?" ask Aslan.


Ignoring Aslan's question, Abra got off the bed and walked out of it.


Seeing Abra leaving Aslan immediately shuffled down from the mattress and chased after Abra, but Regan's hand pulled her arm.


"Where are you going?" ask Regan.


Asalan pulled his arm out of Regan's hand, "Dad is not a mobster I'm sure of it. You're smarter than me, you heacker and Aase's kids are here, ask Javir and Alaric what Aase's doing." After saying it Aslan went down while deliberately grumbling with a loud voice, "how could I who was not his biological child better understand him."


Regan was stunned to hear it.


Javir and Alaric look at each other until they finally get down from the dormitory and out of Regan's room leaving Regan who is still silent.


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The Twins are guarded by their brothers, Regan, Aslan, Javir and Alaric.


Vira, Malvin and Sam are shopping for souvenirs to take home. Fani packs the twins' equipment after her own things go in the suitcase.


Zahra is also packing clothes belonging to him and Abra.


"Where is the toiletries?, let it be put in my bag"


Zahra walked up to pick up a small bag and put her on a mattress near Abra and got back busy with her suitcase.


"Which cosmetic bag are you?, and then you put it in my bag too, my bag is still loose"


Usually Zahra would nag if she was working on something and Abra asked continuously, but this time Zahra instead stood up and opened the drawer to take out her cosmetic bag.


"Hate me?" abra asked while holding his breath as he held back his anger and resentment.


Abra's question stopped Zahra's hand from taking the clothes out of the closet.


Brak ...


Zahra snapped, Abra slammed his backpack on the floor until all the items that had entered his bag were scattered.


Zahra walked up to pick up the stuff that was scattered to remain silent not saying anything.


"I don't like you in this way, you know that" Abra said, sounding heartbreaking.


Not feeling pity or anything, Zahra kept her head down to put the things she picked up on the dresser.


"IF I HATE TO SAY IT!" yell out scream Abra.


Brak ...


Zahra closed her eyes, Abra again wasted the items on the dressing table and even her cosmetics as well to the point of every corner of the room.


Abra flips Zahra's body to face him, his hands twisting Zahra's cheeks forcing the woman to look at him.


"Do you hate me?" asked Abra softly.


Hygiene ...


There was no reply from Zahra, slowly Zahra's eyelids opened along with tears flowing.


Abra's eyes were no longer fixed on Zahra's eyeballs, instead he looked at Zahra's tears flowing through Zahra's cheeks.


Slowly smiling was engraved wide in Abra's lips, but the look in his eyes showed sadness.


"Go"


That one word just came out of Abra's mouth making Zahra look at him clueless.


"You want to go, right?, then go. Take the children with you, all the children's needs will be met."


Abra steps back to free Zahra from her shackles.


"Dad" Zahra looked at Abra with a look of disbelief.


Hearing Zahra's voice, Abra chuckled at herself. "You want to talk when it comes to children" Abra said in her laughter.


Zahra's head shook his head slowly, but Abra did not see it as she looked up at the ceiling of the room.


"Go .. go .. go with the kids"


Abra lowered his head again until their gazes were back in chains. "Go away, don't worry about your children's needs."


Pyr ...


Abra's hands clenched and quickly hit the glass of the dresser.


Zahra's body trembled in fear, she even covered her mouth as she was about to scream.


"Go .. and this will be the last time you see me breathing."


As if he did not feel pain even though his hand was bleeding, Abra wiped his hair and left just to singleness Zahra who was still staring at the broken glass with blood coming out of Abra's hand.


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