Forced to Marry a Cruel Young Master

66. Meet Dad

After a long journey alone, Isvara finally arrived at his destination, the house of om Damian, brother of his father, where his father was here.

Isvara breathed a sigh of relief, impatient to meet the father, his proud man who for half a year never saw him again. Isvara was longing, so it felt like his chest was pounding when he approached the sturdy gate of Om Damian's house.

Om Damian, the only brother whose father had, was a successful merchant who was able to carry his name to foreign countries, that is why his house also looks big and sturdy when his residence is in a village near the outskirts of the city, om Damian is indeed in the fields is the richest person in this place.

Isvara stepped slowly, entered the unlocked gate, then his eyes were fixed on the figure of the middle-aged man sweeping the courtyard, yes, Isvara did not look wrong, he said, his father was sweeping the courtyard with the back of his hand that was starting to wrinkle.

Near him the father, his heart like sliced no less see the old face that is full of scratches and looks sayu, his father, what's with his father all this time?

"Dad ... " Isvara said softly, the man who was focusing on sweeping the scattered dry leaves turned his head to look at him, his eyebrows wrinkled as if they had just met the first time.

"Sorry, who is it?" his father did not recognize him.

"I'm Isvara's father" Isvara couldn't hold back the sobbing when her own father didn't recognize her.

"Isvara? Isvara who?" the old man straightened his shoulders.

Isvara had no power not to shed his tears, near him the father, at the stroke of the wrinkled hand. His father had Alzheimer's disease two years ago, a severe blow to Isvara at the time, all efforts were made to heal his father, but sometimes the effects of this disease are very painful, his father sometimes forgets things until he has to write them in a notebook that he always keeps.

"Dad probably forgot about me because we haven't seen each other in a year, but we've been exchanging phone calls?"

A father will never forget his daughter.

"Ohhhh ... Isvara, Daddy's daughter?" the man surprised himself with sparkling eyes.

"True, I'm your daughter ... " Isvara nodded, not feeling her tears getting louder, in her embrace the father tightly, channeling her longing all this time.

"How's Dad been doing all this time? is my dad always healthy? I'm sorry your daughter was impressed to abandon you." Isvara felt very guilty, did not know what was going through the father so far, it might be worse than him.

"Dad is always healthy .. Don't blame yourself son, I know you're doing all this for daddy's sake."

"Adi, where are you!" suddenly a fat woman came out of the house, calling the name of the father. Isvara knew very well who the woman with the thick makeup was, she was Aunt Rosmini, the wife of Uncle Damian.

"Oh, is that where you look?!" the woman carrying the small fan in her hand approached them.

"Abibi ... " Isvara was about to kiss the back of Rosmini's hand, but the woman brushed him off.

"Finally, this child does not know himself to go home either." he said to Isvara.

"Bring your father home, this family can no longer hold him!" hardik the woman.

"You know what kind of loss my husband suffered during the time your father lived here? because of his senile illness we are always made to know no hassles?!"

Isvara looked at her father, then looked back at her aunt. "Why does my aunt say such a thing? what has my father been doing all this time?"

"Many, so many to countless, even he almost died a few times because he did not know to cross the road.had it, take your father away from here!"

The shiny red sedan car appeared and entered the gate of the house, the car stopped between them, then came out a man dressed neatly with a look full of dignity.

"Uncle ... " Isvara approaching.

Mr. Damian was surprised. "Isvara ... Are you here?"

Isvara approached and kissed the back of his uncle's hand, just about to speak, suddenly his aunt was already in front of them while shaking her waist.

"Mas ..mumpung your nephew is back, tell him to take his father away from this house!"

"Rosmini, you're nothing, Isvara just came!"

Rosmini. "Why indeed? anyway, he's here now, if not he'll run away again and leave his father again here?!"

"Rome!" this time Mr. Damian raised his voice. "You can't talk about it that's a little relaxing? embarrassed to sound like a neighbor?!"

Rosmini. "I don't want to know, anyway, you should take his father away from here!" then the stocky woman turned and walked away, not forgetting that she had a cynical face when she looked at Isvara.

Mr. Damian was made to shake his head with the behavior of his wife, then in the face of Isvara with a thin smile.

"Don't take heart said your aunt, you already know how the character?"

Isvara nodded, smiling as such, since his aunt was like that both his attitude and his words were sometimes always painful.

Isvara looked sadly at her father, as did Mr. Damian who took a slow breath as he approached her.

"Sister don't talk like that, brother never bothers us, I should be the one to blame for not educating my wife in good behavior."

"No your wife is not wrong" said Mr. Adi.

"Mean brother is also not wrong, do not blame yourself brother," said Mr. Damian patted his brother's shoulder softly.

Isvara smiled at them, a brotherhood so strong intertwined, Isvara was once told by his own uncle, if the two brothers only had each other since childhood, Isvara was once told by his own uncle, isvara's grandparents died when her father was a teenager and her uncle was going to elementary school.

Uncle Damian said, if his father is an older brother and his parents for him, because of his hard work, his father's uncle Damian can be successful as now, that's why Uncle Damian always said that he would return the favor by taking care of his old father.

"Isvara ... Why daydream?" uncle Damian patted gently on his shoulder.

Isvara. "It's okay, uncle."

Uncle Damian smiled. "Come on, come on in, it's hot outside."

Isvara smiled, then took his father's hand and followed Uncle Damian in.

***

A waiter put three cups of tea on the table, there was Isvara, his father and of course Mr. Damian sitting down.

"Let's have a drink, son" Damian told Isvara.

Isvara nodded and sipped his tea slowly, as did his uncle and father.

"Uncle has heard from your father's story, about the marriage that you did secretly, to save your father from prison charges."

Isvara fell silent, not having to say anything, he just started listening to what the uncle was trying to say.

"Surely uncle considered your actions were too hasty at that time, when there is still Uncle, your family who can help," said Mr. Damian.

"Then you were forced to follow the marriage agreement for six months, which was proposed by Ms Triani?"

"Uncle knew him?" isvara was surprised.

"Mrs Triani? of course uncle knew him, he was one of uncle's relations in business, uncle also knew who was lord Aryaloka, who became your father's boss in the company."

"For six months you've lived there, your father has missed you here, you've called only a few times a month, and it's your uncle who's the bridge to communicate."

"Dad's disease must be troublesome uncle, thank you for always remembering your father so far Uncle," said Isvara.

"No, no." Damian shook his head. "Why did you say that? your father is my brother, however he is my responsibility as well." Mr. Damian looked at his brother's face.

"Look, he's saddened by your words."

Isvara looked at the father, right he shouldn't have said such a thing, he started sobbing.

"I'm sorry dad!" Isvara hugged that frail shoulder.

Mr. Adi shook his head. "It's okay, maybe this daddy's senile illness is upsetting people too much."

Isvara. "No, it's not like that, I just can't see daddy's distress."

"Vara is a good boy." She wiped away the princess' tears.

Mr. Damian smiled at the interaction of the father and son.

"Isvara .. You've come here that means your marriage agreement has been over for the past six months."

"Uncle does not know what kind of suffering you are going through in the house of the rich man. But it must be very painful."

Isvara bowed, it felt like he wanted to justify what the uncle said, for six months there it was hard for him.

"Now, if you want to part with that man named Gerald, uncle will help you."