Jacks

Jack Nathan Moses's

Bugh...

Jack fell on the floor of his school barn after a man hit him in the face, wiping the blood on the corner of his lips, Jack looked down. Not daring to look into the eyes of the man in front of him.

"That's a memento of us 'cause you're moving out, right?"

The man in front of Jack stood with his chest closed. The man said in a condescending tone,

"If you're treated badly there then just tell me you're under the protection of the black rose gang"

The other man behind the man laughed out loud making the man laugh too.

Jack was silent, not arguing.

Actually Jack can fight because he has been taught martial arts by his father but Jack does not want his papa exposed to problems.

The reason Jack didn't want his papa to get into trouble wasn't out of fear that his papa would be called by the school but out of fear that his papa would deal with the black rose gang.

Who doesn't know the gang?

The gang, which has even spread to Paris and England, is very respected.

Jack won't let his papa be in danger.

The man kicks Jack's leg nearby before leaving the barn, leaving Jack alone.

"Suckhead"

Jack said as he rubbed violently the unwilling blood at the corner of his lips.

Jack stood up and took his bag lying down while reaching for his bag.

After getting what he wanted, Jack closed his bag again and put on the hansaplas he had just taken, at the corner of his lips.

Jack walked out of the barn and closed the door.

But before that, Jack stared once again at the warehouse where he had been beaten by his friends for a year.

Jack's gaze became sharp when he remembered the bad incident. Because of the incident, Jack also had to lie to his father so as not to worry.

Jack walked out of the barn and reached the gate of his school.

Jack turned around and looked at the school he had occupied for this one year.

Jack took a breath before walking away from the school, which held many of his bad memories.

Jack walked towards his house whistling on the way.

Jack Nathan Moses, a man who was almost seventeen years old, never understood what love is.

A cowardly man who deliberately hides his identity so as not to be disturbed.

A handsome man whose face was very similar to his papa when he was young. Even when Jack saw a picture of his father when he was young, Jack seemed to see himself.

A man who loved his father very much, the only parent he had.

A man who will be cheerful with his father.

A man who doesn't even know who the mother gave birth to.

Jack breathed out once more after he got to his house.

The house is not too big, nor is it too small. It could be said that his house is like a housing in general.

Jack developed his smile before opening the door of his closed house.

"Father, Jack's home!"

There was no answer from his father.

"Papa?" Call Jack again.

"Papa...?"

Jack grew his smile and then stepped into the kitchen.

"Oh? Jack is home?"

Ricard turned off the stove and turned around, looking at the child with a big smile.

Ricard's face despite stepping on the head of three but still ageless.

If people don't know who Jack is and who Ricard is, people will think that Jack and Ricard are twins.

Jack looked at the food behind his father and turned his eyes to his smiling father.

"Lapers..." Whine Jack like a kid.

Ricard laughed at his son's behavior.

Ricard turned around and prepared his dishes on a plate and served them to Jack.

Jack immediately smiled so widely and sat down and devoured his papa's cooking.

As usual, his papa cuisine is always good to make Jack never bored when eating at home.

Ricard sat in front of Jack and looked at his son's face, which was exactly like his.

Ricard frowned when he saw the hansaplas stuck to the corner of his son's lips. Ricard let out a tired breath before asking, "A fight again?"

Jack smiled awkwardly and then nodded, "Obsually pa, young man"

"Papa can not imagine, the son of papa who is always like a child in front of this papa likes to fight" Ricard said while chuckling.

Jack was silent, not answering, rather not wanting to answer. Jack even stopped his eating and did not dare to look him in the eyes.

"Well, wonder how often you come home with a cut on your face, but why don't you get a parent's letter if you fight a lot?" Ask Ricard in wonder.

"There" replied Jack briefly.

Ricard raised his eyebrows, "Where?"

"Jack make it a boat and then Jack let loose in the river near Jack's school" Jack replied indifferently as he continued his eating activities again.

Ricard's face instantly became flat, staring at his son with a feeling of annoyance.

"Feel feelings Papa never did like you. When there's a parent's call, papa always gives your uncle the letter"

Jack shrugged his shoulders, "The most inherited trait of mama"

Ricard immediately stood up from his seat making Jack surprised.

Ricard's face turned ugly before Ricard turned his back to his son, unwilling until his son saw the hatred emanating from his eyes.

"Have you packed your things?" Tanya Ricard switched the conversation.

Jack was breathing out because it was always like this if he were to offend about his mother.

"Already, pa"

"Then can you speak Indonesian?" Ask Ricard who is trying to use Indonesian at this time.

Ricard glanced at his son who was staring at him.

"How can I not if you have taught me Indonesian from childhood" replied Jack jengah.

Ricard smiled and said coldly, "If you go down from your mother's nature, you will take your hands off your responsibilities" Ricard said in Indonesian.

Jack held his breath while looking at Ricard with a complicated look. This time his father said this.

Usually if Jack offended his mother, the usual thing Ricard did was just divert the conversation.

"You are free to do anything and papa will not forbid. Papa only forbids you to call me 'papa' if indeed your mother's nature is declining to you. Listen it's all right, Jack"

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