Daddy's! My Mom's Not Your Choice?
Story On Mommy
Roze opened the door to go out to shop for food stocks for a week while the children had not yet returned from school. There was Darriel, the boy was receiving lessons from his private tutor.
A little surprised to see some boxes right in front of the door. Judging from its form, it looks like a sembako.
Not feeling like ordering a pot, Roze ignored him. Maybe he got the wrong address, he thought.
On the way, Roze was forced to turn around when he realized his wallet was left behind.
Roze returned to his house and appeared to be a man with gray hair standing next to a car, staring straight at the house.
“Whose you?”
The old man turned his head slowly when he heard someone ask.
Roze, who was also standing next to his own car, felt his legs shift backwards, surprised to see who was in front of him.
Mr. Lee. He was that person, although with a look that was already very much different, Roze still recognized him very much.
The old face seemed to want to say something but he felt helpless.
“ada need what are you here?”
“Roze, dad came to see you.” Just a single piece of sentence had already managed to make the old man tear up.
“so you are the one who put the box of sembako on my doorstep?” Roze walked past the old man who was his father, he moved it box by box and placed it in front of Mr. Lee's footing. “Go, take all this. My life wasn't so hard that I couldn't afford sembako.”
“Roze, daddy meberi it for dad's granddaughter. Not just a shot but it's –“
“don't disturb my children. They have no one but me. Don't dare – dare to approach them and say nonsense. Go.”
“Roze, dad wants,-“
Again Roze did not give his father a chance to finish what he said.
“I said go, take all this. Go all the way like you did when I was a kid.”
Roze put aside his respect and resolutely expelled his father.
Back he got into the car without thinking about his previous destination. He drove the car away.
You're too late. You're so late. I waited for you for a dozen years, but you didn't come. At least Dad picked me up after mom left me.
Finally Roze's cry broke out, a cry that only he could hear alone, in his car that was still moving at moderate speed.
“If my father had brought me to live together, maybe someone else wouldn't have been so mean to me. If you take me away, it's possible that Jevander Park won't say goodbye to me. Dad, you're causing me like this. You're the one who made you thirsty for affection so easily consumed by the man's seduction. Dad! You caused my children to be born without their father.”
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No longer going to the market, Roze turned towards Daniel's school. He parked in a place far from the reach of the students. Two students were seen coming out of the school gate, piggybacking on a motorbike butut.
Roze turned the engine back on when he made it clear that one of the teenagers was his son. He followed the motorbike until it finally stopped in the area of a company building.
Reading the name of the company alone has made Roze can guess what the purpose of his son there.
Jevander Park, did you even realize that he was my son? Shall I come to you and say that Daniel is your son whom I gave birth to? Jevan, I'm tormented thinking about my son's feelings. Why Jevan, why am I like this when my son is okay?
Tears fell again, even in silence.
Perhaps too deep in his own grief and disappointment towards the father, allows Roze to think that his children are the same.
“Roze, awake! Don't blame others for your misfortune. Take care of Ezra, lest he repeat this history later. This unluckiness, it's enough to reach you.” Encouraging himself, Roze returned to run the car.
“forget. Forget the people who have given you pain, Roze. Just focus on the kids who love you so much.” Able to speak giving himself support, Roze smiled again. “True, forget the painful thing.”
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Roze also rarely picks up Ezra since this child attended school here. In addition to her work, her daughter refused to be picked up. Today the parking area is filled with a lot of cars.
“extraordinary, the inhabitants of this school must have come from among the upper class.” Seeing that the parked cars were impossible for him to buy, Roze was convinced and wondered if his only daughter was a middle class.
The students disbanded at the same time after the school's anniversary ended. From a distance, Roze was able to recognize his only daughter.The child looked extremely excited with a fluffy smile despite only walking alone without someone chatting to him.
“You're so happy, baby? What good thing has happened today?”
Roze looked forward to the answer out of curiosity. With ease Ezra replied, “I am very happy mother, because my heart pain is a little avenged today.”
Feeling Roze felt that there was a violation that his daughter had committed today.
“Ezra, you didn't create chaos and humiliate you again, did you?”
The boy did not reply, he just continued to smile like a sane person.
(That shitty face sucks Ezra when he's a kid)
Back home with Ezra. Apparently the youngest son was alone after his class was over. Darriel was enjoying her lunch accompanied by television.
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"Look, I only drank a glass of orange water at school, Daddy," that's the testimony given by Nana before her condition turned this bad.
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In the photo shoot room. Daniel worked hard. The various poses he lakoni.
"smile!" request from the cameraman who served as the photographer.
Daniel didn't notice. He stayed with his flat face.
several times the photographer asked him to smile but the teenager did not want to smile at all. Finally he gave up persuading Daniel and decided to report to the company.
Advertising and marketing managers were forced to intervene even while they were enjoying their lunch.
The shooting room turned into an impromptu meeting room.
"Danielo Moza, why don't you follow your photographer's direction?"
"he asked me to smile."
"then why? In front of the camera you have to smile every once in a while."
"It is not written in the document of the agreement that I am obliged to smile." a very unreasonable defense.
"But it says there that you have to obey what the company wants."
"but about smiling, it's very different."
"Whatchu mean? Say it!"
"I don't want to smile."
"What's? Oh my!" virral teenager this one is quite a stone head and hard to persuade apparently. "Then, does your smile have to be paid for?"
"It's not bad, I'll think about it."
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Jevan who was working on some work, his timbens were visited by his mother.
"Son, are you very busy?"
"Mommy, sit. Pretty much work." replied the man as it were.
Long time chatting, finally the mother began to express her meaning.
"Son, are you really not getting married again? What's the matter with you, anyway?" the worried mother if only her 40-year-old son might not have any interest in women. The whole family already knew how the marriage that Jevan had lived.
"Nana won't leave you until you've accompanied her. Although he's happy with us but we never know he might miss his mother's father secretly. Anyway ... Nana's mom called mommy. Her husband wants Nana back in their arms."
"Mom, I ... Have someone I love."
"Oh yeah? Then?" his mother looked happy and happy. "What kind of person is he?"
"Mom, she's a widow with 2 children. No, maybe his son has three."
"What-what? The widow? Three kids?" Jevan got out of his chair and sat down in front of his mother.
"Where do you know him? Jevan, how big are the kids?" mommy looked worried.
"Actually ... She ... Was my ex back in Amrik. We split because ... I left her." the mommy fell silent. Already 17 years left Amrik, apparently his favorite son has a past that has not been settled.
"Then why did you leave love?"
Jevan shook his head with a bowed face full of regret.
"Did it be because of your match with Nana's mother that you left your lover?"
Jevan remained silent.
"Then bring it in front of mommy daddy. Introduce him to the family."
"I really want Mom, but ... I haven't found the right way. She ... It's not easy to forgive me."
"There is no other option but a widow with 3 children? Jevan, marrying a widow is not easy. You must be willing and ready to accept his children as well. It is not easy to think of other people's children as your own. Hearts, thoughts, feelings, all that must be ready, Van." mommy gave a little enlightenment to her son.
"I can do it, Mommy. How is it different from Nana? Mommy loves Nana, right?"
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