Young Miss Assistant

Young Miss Assistant
Father and Son


"What's up?" the couple turned simultaneously.


"It's nothing, there's a fly..." Farel exhaled a rough breath, starting to eat his breakfast.


Pissed off? Of course, when he was raging wanted revenge or not. When he was starving on the streets, when he became a foster child who was not so appreciated. His mother and father lived happily in a villa, like a princely couple with a princess in a palace.


The term unfilial child, is not in him. However, the term abandoned child so far is inherent in Farel.


Until, a few minutes later, Citra scoops little by little the food. The two men of different ages began to stare sharply, at a mute woman who was concentrating on her food.


"Darling, I love you..." Gabriel, looking at Citra with teary eyes.


"Taste you so good, may I ask you again." Farel's handcuffs shamelessly, began to pull his mother's plate with half the leftovers.


The father and son instincts are like being connected, having a similar disposition.


"As a guest, it is not good to serve leftovers." Gabriel's handcuffs, pulling back the Citra plate from in front of Farel.


"No need to hesitate, I ate anything." he replied, pulling back from the sight of Gabriel.


"This is my wife's leftovers, you better go home and ask your wife...!!" Gabriel pulled back quickly, enduring his frustration.


Plaque ...Plaque...


The image hit the hands of the father and son pair, staring in annoyance, I am still hungry!!' he said in sign language, picked up his plate, ate his food quickly.


The faces of the father and son grew even more clear, "It's because of uncle!!" Farel clenched his forehead in annoyance, glancing at Gabriel.


"It's because of you!! Every day usually, I always get her used food!!" gabriel said riled up, his hands were itching, wanting to stop the image eating voraciously.


You don't know shame, with a child who just won't budge, is he really my father? Should I do a DNA test, Farel murmured in his heart.


***


Farel sighed, looking at the married couple who drove him to the street in the front area of the villa. Seen his mother smiled full of happiness, it was enough for him to believe whatever the reason for his father later.


Family reunion? It might happen, but not now.


"Farel, I'm sending greetings to your grandfather..." Gabriel smiled, patting his son's shoulder.


Sister and sister pairs, maybe that's how the father and son pair look from afar. Remembering Gabriel's youthful-looking face. Just looks a little more mature than it used to be, with her hairdo and glasses on.


'Meeting you, it makes me as relieved as seeing my dead son come back to life. Thanks...' The image spoke in her sign language, smiling at Farel.


"I want to hug you, may I..." Farel was full of haru, stretching out his arms to embrace his mother, shedding his longing.


"Stop!!" Farel's coat was pulled by Gabriel, stopping his son's full embrace with his mother.


"My wife does look younger than her age, but shouldn't be your target for cheating on your wife...!!" Gabriel clenched his forehead irritated, full of jealousy towards his own son.


Farel exhaled a rough breath, starting to smile. Opening the back door of the car, the driver was already getting ready in the driver's seat was heard to turn on the engine.


"If hugging your wife can't, hugging you what can?" ask Gabriel.


Gabriel smiled, stretching out both his hands. I don't know why he wants the same thing. Until a spell is heard, "I have one more father, besides Dilen and the police who adopted me, that is, my real father. When I was a child, my mute mother told me, My father often slept in our goat house, "he whispered, not being heard by Citra.


Gabriel was stunned, his brain still digesting everything. Farel let go of his embrace smiling brightly, "Other times if doing conjugal relations remember to lock the door of the room. So that the abandoned child can not catch his parents," he said.


Farel quickly entered the car, while Gabriel was silent, precisely daydreaming. His brain was slowly digesting every word Farel seemed to disbelieve.


"Logger!! Hurry up!!" Farel shouted, not wanting his father to come to his senses immediately. Maybe the child's pity on the father.


The car immediately drove at high speed, above the streets of the front area of the villa road.


Gabriel was still speechless, for a moment then Citra patted his shoulder. 'Let's go inside.' Citra said with sign language.


"Our son saw what we did last night" he said, still stunned.


'Kids?' The image of her brow was clueless.


"Farel!! Where's that little bastard b!?" he just found out the car in front of him disappeared.


"Farel!!" Gabriel shouted, starting to run after his son's car that had already sped.


"You gave your son an inappropriate spectacle. It even confronts him on the dilemma of revenge and family love. What a cruel old man." he muttered, starting to close his eyes, smiling happily.


***


Gabriel's breathing panted, Farel's car began to disappear. The man, sitting on his knees on the paved road, his laughing voice was clearly heard.


The image that was chasing Gabriel stared strangely at her husband's manner, patting the man's shoulder.


"Stupid boy!! The boy's alive, he's grown up and he's seen something embarrassing..." Gabriel laughed, crying full of haru.


'Honey?' The image speaks with sign language.


"We should give gifts to her, to our grandchildren as well...!!" Gabriel, get the phoncells out to someone.


"Zen!! I want you to buy baby gear for an 8 month old!! Gifts for as many adult men as possible!!" he said enthusiastically, for a moment then sighed trying to smile.


"About corneal donors, please find it immediately." he continued, wanting to give gifts to the small family his son had.


***


Jony closed his eyes, heaving a sigh of relief, accepting the divorce verdict from the court. The first thing he wanted to do was have fun with his son. A good father? No, he's been a bad father all along.


His fingers reached for a photo in his office drawer, a tiny baby that he had not noticed so much. Want to have kids? He loved the boy, but hated his mother. Until, rarely go home, do not want to see the sickening face of Dea that makes Ana lose her chance to live.


"This time father will pay more attention to you." he muttered full of smiles, taking two tickets to the amusement park.


***


The sound of the door being knocked was heard, Dimas who was folding his own clothes walked open it.


"Dad!?" he looked at me strangely.


"Is Dimas dad's favorite son still upset? I'm sorry, but it's better for us to separate, than to hurt each other." she said smiling, slightly bending over, ruffling her son's hair.


"Go!!" the boy snapped, about to slam the door. He could not accept the reason for the divorce of his parents.


Jony's hand held the door shut, "Don't be, I have two tickets to the amusement park." he said.


"Not interested!!" Dimas stared cynically.


Jony exhaled a rough breath, reached into his pocket, his wallet coming into sight.


"What enough? To hire you?" his tanyanya gave five pieces of money one hundred thousand rupiah.


"No!!" Dimas pushed back the door with trembling hands.


That's five hundred grand, my allowance is over a month... No, I'm angry...


"What about this?" Jony again held the door shut. Giving ten pieces of money one hundred thousand rupiah.


"No way!!" Dimas, holding back his desire, wanted to reach for the ten pieces of money.


Hold..hold..if I do it one more time, it will probably be 15 sheets.


This time, the door was not held back by Jony, leaving it perfectly closed. The man let out a rough sigh, his face smiling.


Slowly sitting on the porch of Jeny's house, "Ana, you're a good mother to the children in the orphanage. But I'm a bad father to a son that I ignore.." he murmured.


Brakes...


The door opened tightly, Dimas was fully equipped with his backpack. Get tickets and cash in his father's hands.


"I got...!!" he said he started counting money.


"Bad boy..." Jony laughed, looking at his son.


Thankfully father has not left, otherwise his cash will vanish.


Seriate