Home For My Soul

154|Receive Consequences

“What do you do—” The woman did not continue her sentence when her husband raised his hand, asking her to calm down.

“Amarilis, please call Theo and Matt,” says Om Azarya.

“Good, Om.” I opened the door wider, then walked towards the room.

“Who's coming, Brother?” Matt opened the door of his room, then looked towards the front door. “O-ow.” Is that all he can say? Instead of coming out of it and opening the door, instead lingering in the room. I don't want this the way we meet again.

I opened the room door with Theo turning the knob. I took my hand and took a step back. “Do any guests come?” ask as soon as we meet. I looked behind me. “Oh.”

“Yes, God, Theo! You okay, Son?” Aunt Ruth immediately approached and examined the condition of her son's bandaged right ear.

“I'm good. Just stamped pelruu.” He looked at his papa. “What came suddenly?”

“Come, we have dinner together,” invite Om Azarya.

“But I've—” Theo glance towards the dining table.

“Of course, Pa!” cut Matt. “Come. I'm already hungry.” He definitely did not want to eat Theo's cooking, so he immediately agreed.

Theo took my hand, then led me to the door. “Before,” says Aunt Ruth.

“It's okay, Ma,” call Om Azarya. His wife wanted to protest, but Papa Theo stared at him sharply. The woman finally complied.

We were wearing coats and scarves, just getting out of the apartment. Our guards immediately followed us. Because we had a lot of people, we used two elevators. The car is waiting in front of the lobby, Theo invites me to enter the car where Daisy is.

A few minutes later, we arrived in front of a hotel. It seems to be the place where both of their parents stayed. Om and Auntie walked in first, we followed them. The bodyguards mingled so we couldn't guess where they were.

Bellboy drove us to the front of a door, then opened it. Om Azarya came in followed by his wife. There was someone waiting for us in it. I don't know them. Maybe this family's best friend.

“Azarya, I'm really sorry,” said the oldest man among the three of them.

“Sit, Gordon. We eat, then talk,” said Om Azarya.

Gordon's? Are they Hillary's family? Judging from the face of the woman sitting next to the man surnamed Gordon, he was similar to that evil woman. Because the dining table was round, we could sit anywhere. I'm flanked by Theo and Matt.

“Together, you only have two boys. Who is this beautiful young lady?” ask Gordon politely. His praise made my face warm. I'm considered beautiful.

Although not young anymore, his body is large with muscles that must be very hard. Antonio called him the most feared man in the city. The man would definitely fight anyone who tried to block his way.

“Do not talk. That's not your style. You know very well who he is,” said Om Azarya. Justjust wonderful. He was not afraid at all of facing a man whose body was much bigger than him.

“I'm really sorry. I didn't know Hillary had twice tried to kill Theo. Really, Azarya.” The man looked at Papa Theo seriously. “Please, forgive my daughter for making your family difficult. I will respect the legal procedures that apply. He deserves it, but don't end our friendship.”

“Can't you wait until we finish eating?” tukas Om Azarya's.

“What's the point? I still can't chew food before we talk about this.”

“Good. I will only forgive you after Hillary has served her sentence here and in our country. I know that the local police will not allow him to be brought to Indonesia for trial before serving his sentence for his crime a few days ago,” Om Azarya said.

“So make sure you live long to see your daughter free from prison. I can't believe he hurt her once so my son can't remember me and his mother. Then try for the second time.” Om Azarya paused for a moment. “Why?”

“Why my son?” tanya Om Azarya in more detail. “They never interacted before. How could he only once come to Indonesia directly to persuade her to elope?”

“About it ...” Gordon looked towards his wife. The woman nodded sadly. “Our daughter is good friends with Clara Willis. The woman who heated him up liked Theo. That's according to Hillary's confession to her mother. You can confirm it directly from Clara.”

“You know for yourself, young people are easily ignited emotions,” timpal the woman. “He didn't realize Clara was making him fall in love with Theo. I realized my daughter was wrong, so I didn't help her get out of the law. This is a lesson for him.

“But Clara has also been wicked toying with her emotions. Later I found out, the woman liked Theo and hurt from being rejected repeatedly. Maybe she knew Hillary would do anything to get her wish, so she chose our daughter to take her revenge. Give us justice, Azarya. Forgive my daughter.”

Om Azarya and Aunt Ruth exchanged glances. “He will not get a heavy penalty here, but it is different from in Indonesia, Gordon. The incident took a toll. You know for yourself what the punishment is for planning.

“Regarding our relationship, you are innocent. This is entirely your daughter's fault,” continued Om Azarya. “But, sorry, I have to end our cooperative relationship.”

“It's not fair, Azarya!” protest the man. “I ... here it is. For our benefit I raise. You are sixty, I am forty. You won't get such high deals from anyone.”

“That's an unfair name, Gordon,” reply Om Azarya.

“Life is not fair, but business must be mutually beneficial, Azarya. You said it yourself, it's not my fault. I can't accept our cooperation breaking up because of my daughter.”

“Agree.” Theo stood up and extended his hand. Gordon and Om Azarya exchanged glances. “I'm hungry and you don't stop talking. So, let me represent my papa.”

Om Azarya sighed softly, then nodded her head at Gordon. “Please shake his hand.” He also gave up.

Even though I didn't understand what was going on about their business, I listened to everything that had to do with Clara. Fucking woman. He knew very well to keep his hands clean by paying or provoking others for his personal purposes.

Poor young woman named Hillary. He didn't realize the person he thought was a good friend was plunging him into a deep hole. I can't imagine how long he's going to be jailed in Indonesia to pay for Theo's chauffeur.

My guess is right about the choice of the hotel. Theo's parents are staying here. After eating, we drove the three men in front of the lobby. Our next ride comes. But Aunt Ruth held Theo's arm so we were restrained for a moment.

“What is this?” He raised Theo's right hand. “You married secretly?”

“Honey,” injury Om Azarya. “We talk about that later. Let them go home. We also need a break, because it is still jet lag.” Despite wanting to protest, Theo's mother complied with her husband.

Om Azarya's attitude since we first met in the apartment was very strange. Does he know about my presence at Theo's? Nor was he surprised or panicked to learn that me and his eldest son were married. Maybe he already knows everything?

Only Aunt Ruth behaved naturally with her shocked and angry attitude. I'm the one they wouldn't expect to live one roof with their son, let alone be his wife. But Om Azarya's attitude was very calm, too calm.

“They will definitely invite us to eat again,” said Theo after closing the apartment door.

“Willis Family Turns?” guess Matt. Theo nodded his head. “Gue don't think there's a cute girl Clara.”

“Cautiously choose friends. Don't let you end up like me.” Theo patted his sister on the shoulder, then sat down on the sofa. “Sit, Amaryllis.”

I comply. Being in this room is much safer than being in the room and having sex until morning with her. He and Matt are busy with their gadgets. Sometimes they discuss random things. I didn't interfere by checking my social media.

Theo's attitude towards Matt was very relaxed. It was very different from his attitude towards his parents. He was impressed to keep his distance, even when talking to them, he did not use the word greeting. Is he not used to calling them papa and mama?

I felt like I had just slumped when I heard a voice near me. The time he asked again? Does he not know tired? I opened my eyes lazily and heard Theo's voice endure the pain. I immediately turned on the nightstand and sat down.

Theo was on his knees with his head on the bed and both hands pressed down on both sides of his upper body. He grimaced in pain, making me panic. “Theo? What's up?”