Love Alea

21. Longs

I've been in Germany for a week and I don't know how Alea is doing right now. Good Lord! I really miss him a lot.

" What are you doing Alea? Do you miss me too? Just like I'm here who misses you so much?" without me realizing it, I took my phone and saw pictures of me together with Alea.

Even though our togetherness was short. But I really love Alea very much. She was the first girl to have touched my heart with the sincerity of the love she had.

The one thing I regret about my relationship with Alea is my lies of not telling the truth about my true identity to the woman I love.

" I'm sorry Alea. I have no intentions or bad tendencies toward you when I don't tell you my identity honestly. I just want to make you fall for me with what's on me, not with what I have because I'm a Clarkson and an Iswara." I said so bitterly when I saw the picture of Alea so beautiful and pure.

The school where I studied all this time belonged to Bayu Iswara's grandfather who had been passed down by Grandpa Bayu to me as his sole owner.

" Mayer let's have breakfast, baby!" my mother said as she walked into the room and saw that I was still lounging in bed.

" Mah soon the national exam will be held. I can't be locked up in this room like a bird in a golden cage. I need to get back to my school Mah!" I said while looking at my mother who smiled at me.

" Well, you will try to persuade your father to return you to Indonesia and you can go to school as usual! Now let's have breakfast, baby. I miss eating with you dear!" I was really amused to see my Mama who always treated me like an elementary school child who should always be smoothed with affection.

But that's how my dear mother is. He always gave his love for his family so sincerely and selflessly. Even my Mama didn't protest much Even though she found out my dad out there had a sugar baby who always memorized our wealth.

" Why do you still let Papa get in touch with that woman?" I'm a lot of annoyed.

" Just leave Meyer, it's okay, baby. Mama even happy every night mama can sleep peacefully without having to be disturbed by your father. Let it be dear, that girl who was the target of your father's violence in bed. Hehe!" I could only shake my head listening to my mother who said such things without feeling clumsy at all to me.

" When my mom was annoyed with me. Why not just get divorced, Mah? Why do you spend time with men who never appreciate your feelings?" I asked my mother. I'm upset at god level.

Especially when I reached the dinner table, I even saw my father who seemed to be talking so affectionately with his affair on the phone.

" Nasty!" I said as I pulled up my chair and sat down in front of my father.

My father frowned as he listened to my words earlier.

" Okay, honey, I'll hang up. Waitdear, honey. Daddy's gonna be there any minute!" my dad ended his phone call.

Listening to my father who spoke so sweetly to his whore completely removed the respect I had in my heart for him.

" What do you mean Meyer?" ask my father fiercely.

" Why is Papa still in this house and maintaining a household that doesn't make you happy?" tanyaku.

" You mean?" my father asked me not yet with my intentions.

Suddenly my father kicked the table, making us in the dining room surprised.

" Sassy!" he said with fiery eyes.

" Don't Papa always get angry and berate everyone in this house? But Papa can say so softly and tenderly to your whore. Then why is papa here, huh? Get out of our lives and don't terrorize our hard-earned lives with men like you Go spend your lives with the people you've given her kindness to!" I am really furious and can't wait to see my own Papah's behavior that always gives a wound in my mother's heart.

Even now my father never hid when he came into contact with the prostitute he kept behind my mother.

This man who claimed to be my father had even given an apartment for the sugar baby he kept.

My father has also guaranteed monthly for him with the numbers are fantastic. Even my mom's monthly money has been lost to that cheap bitch who just wants my dad's money.

I feel sanctioned if really that woman loves my father. How come? An 18-year-old woman, is it possible to love a man 50 and older like my father?

" Hear Meyer! You have to keep that attitude of yours no matter how I am your Papa!" said the man who is currently claiming himself as my father so proudly.

I just smiled cynically listening to his words that were so happy and very confident.

" Give up on that glass. Are you worthy of being a father and a husband?" I'm upset not playing.

" Oh, soon I'll have a national exam. So I'm going back to our family school!" I said so confidently.

Hearing my words my father seemed so surprised. I really enjoyed my father's nervous expression when he heard my words.

I was in Germany for a week. I've been investigating the identity of the sugar baby my father kept. I had a very good plan to make my father even more shocked when I managed to tease the whore until he finally left my middle-aged father's death.

Although I admit, my father is still quite handsome at his age who is not young anymore. The true good looks I have like he was inherited by my father. Of course it came from my grandfather too, Mark Clarkson.

" School somewhere else. I'll buy you a new school!" he said nervous is not playing.

" Why should I go to school somewhere else? While I have the number one school in Germany?" I asked with a cold and cold smile.

I was completely satisfied to see the nervousness on my father's face, when he heard I was going to

back to school to the place where the whore she was also at school there.

' I'll give you a lot of surprises my dear papa!' bathin me with cunning wits crammed into my head.