Daddy's! My Mom's Not Your Choice?

Breakfast Box

The morning came again.

Daniel's ready for the school uniform. Darriel who did not want to miss, he was also neat, clean and fragrant even though he was nowhere.

“So, can I come see your photo shoot at dad's place?”

Daniel scratched his cheek while thinking of an answer. “Everyone who goes there aims to go to work. No one comes just as a spectator.” Clearly, indifferently.

“I just want to know how the atmosphere where dad and sister work.” Honest Darriel.

“Other times I'll take you, but not now.”

Daniel's subtle rejection is only acceptable to Darriel. Although his heart said otherwise, but he who was helpless could not do much.

Danie wondered why Darriel would lightly refer to Jevan as a father, not necessarily the man would consider them as his children. It is quite upsetting for Daniel to learn that his twin brother still secretly recognizes the man as a father.

I won't grant your wish, Darriel. Please dream about that person every day.

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At school. Just arriving at her class, Ezra has already received a call to the principal's room.

“I'll accompany you, Ezra,”

Arven's sincere concern is rejected by Ezra. “Do not join my business.” Down, cold.

The Principal's Room. Some teachers were there too.

The discussion is only about poetry that has been witnessed by many people.

Ezra was forced to apologize sincerely. Even when asked about hating his father, the boy boldly told the truth. “Yes, I do hate fathers. She left mother for another woman.” Ezra lowered his head weakly, looking very apprehensive.

Deggs.

The hearts of all who heard were touched for a moment. Intention wants to be firm and give a warning letter to this student, finally canceled.

“Other times don't be so anymore, Ezralia, this is a warning for you orally.”

“well, Bu guru ..”

Ezra walked out of the principal's room after receiving a row of verses of advice, bringing his evil smile. He felt happy to have successfully manipulated his facial expression so that it managed to reap sympathy.

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Hit like this, it was time for Roze to finish the night picket home in the morning.

{Riel, you are ready yes, mother will pick you up and we will both go shopping to the market.] he wrote, telling Darriel who is definitely alone at home.

“Roze,” was just about to get in the car, someone called his name.

“Ya?” look over.

“You must not have had breakfast. Here, for you.”

Both Roze's eyes slowly descended toward something that Jevander Park handed to him. He refused, but he was too lazy to talk. Finally, he called it and said thank you and then got into his car and sped away.

Jevan did not even have time to mince words, when that was his wish.

Oh my goodness, Roze! You didn't even let me see you enjoy it.

On the way, Roze occasionally glanced at the lunchbox he had placed next to him.

Jevander Park, why do you still care about me? You might really want to be friends and have a good relationship with me? Sorry, I'm not interested at all. I'm not the same anymore. I am no longer Roze Moza who thirsts for attention and affection like I used to be.

The world sometimes plays games with people. He gives what we love even though it is something destructive, misleading, yet feels happiest. The world will make us lulled with all the pleasures that exist, but .. the world can reverse the direction of our lives. That's what Roze learned after what happened in his life in the past.

He learned how the world played with his life. Starting from being born by a dirty woman and not getting recognition from a biological father, growing up without the guidance of both parents, living at will in a foreign country, getting a short happiness, getting a, being dumped again - and again by a loved one, how cruel the world is to him.

Roze was never grateful to have been born into this harsh world. But he was very grateful for the twins. His children are the source of his happiness in this world. There's nothing else.

Ezra who always says “I've forgotten father” even though secretly want to disrupt his father's life.

Daniel who always consistently says “I don't care who my father” is but in fact, now he chooses to cooperate with the company owned by that person.

And Darriel, who secretly wants to see her father once before death takes her away from this world. His mouth said it just once, but his heart said something else.

Roze understood all that but he ignored it. After all, Roz was in their position. He understood all of those feelings.

The longing for a figure named 'father', berampai - if you have a complete family, a sense of inferiority when in the midst of friends who are frenzied tells the excitement with their father. Roze had already gone through that feeling. And, he also hopes that children can get through those times easily.

Be married? For this one ... Ever thought of giving the children a father, Roze has tried to open his heart several times, but ... Again - again run aground and some just disappear. But he was no wonder anymore. Humans are so.

“Mother, what food is this?” ask Darriel who just got into the car.

“It is a typical Korean breakfast menu. His name is Gyeran Mari. Mother bought it for you.” Roze lied, because there was no way he could be honest that it was Jevan's gift.

“wah, right?” Darriel looked in admiration.

“Iya, and you know, it was your mainstay breakfast with your father back then.”

Degh's..

Darriel fell silent. Does your mom miss you dad? His inner. He wondered why the mother suddenly called father, after so many years.

“don't be surprised, Riel. Mother is okay. Your father wanders around this city so it's okay to occasionally remember about him.”

Darriel finally nodded without comment.

Before heading to the market, Darriel asks her mother to stop by the supermarket to buy fruit for her.

“Please wait here, you will buy it for you.”

“Alright mother, I will enjoy this breakfast while waiting for mother.” It was with great pleasure that Darriel opened the box of food that had been packed to such an extent.

Darriel opened the car door and began to enjoy her breakfast. “Emmm. Dad, mom, you guys don't like this wrong. It feels very delicious.” Mumbled alone.

“Excuse me,”

Darriel looked up when in front of her stood a middle-aged woman. No, this woman is quite old.

“You ... eat what is it?”

The woman asked carefully.

“Oh, this is” Darriel showed that. The woman in front of him looks very surprised. He even held his chest.

“Where did you get it?”

Darriel shuddered his shoulders and replied. Mother who bought it. Do you want to try?” It tastes so good. This is my mother's and my father's favorite breakfast.” Clearly plain, while offering.

This time the old woman in front of him no longer held his chest but touched his own head. It seems like he suddenly got dizzy.

“Nek, are you okay? You hungry? Please eat this.”

Bruk!

The woman fell unconscious, of course Darriel was shocked.

“Nek, Grandma... What is this?”

Some people approached swiftly.

The old woman's body was taken away. "Who is he? Looks like I've met him in the past.” Darriel remembered that face.

“right, she's Nana's grandmother who used to know me.” Darriel looked back at the lunchbox in her hand. “Gosh! She ... is her mother's father. Yes ... I'm sure it is.”

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