Marrying a Rich Bum

SECRETS OF THE PAST

Mariana sat opposite Thompson. The middle-aged man whose remnants of good looks were still clearly visible on his wrinkled face.

"Sorry, Madam. I doubt if I deserve to be someone who would convey this to Madam, if even Master himself does not know his background for sure." Thompson was polite.

"B-bima.. don't know the background of her life?" mariana asked confusedly.

"If the Madam pleases, I can connect the Madam to the elders. But I cannot promise that they will be willing to unlock this secret for Madam."

"Is that too horrible for me to know, Uncle?" ask Mariana.

"No. But it's too complicated to understand. Adult life, Madam knows so full of twists. Even the life of the Madam with the Master who hasn't even turned one year is already so complicated, isn't it."

Marian sighed slowly, then nodded. "But... I need a reason to survive, Uncle. I beg you, no matter what happens I'm ready to accept the worst."

"Nothing bad, ma'am. Just too complicated."

"I promise to try to understand her situation. And I promise I'll listen to whatever Uncle suggests for me."

Thompson fell silent, looking at Mariana for a moment as if he was considering.

"Alright, Mistress. I'll contact the elders first, then I'll tell the opening while we wait for them to come." Finally Thompson nodded.

"Who does Uncle refer to as the real elder?"

"Give me a minute to call."

"Good, Uncle. Please." Mariana nodded.

Thompson got out of his place, walking away while sticking a cell phone in his ear.

A long time later, the man finally returned.

"We'd better get to my private room, ma'am."

Mariana looked up, nodded and then stood following Thompson who had already walked into a room with a white-painted wooden door. The old man pushed it open, then entered.

The small room looks so quiet. The furniture is pure white ranging from tables, armchairs to wall paint. The fur carpet that covers the entire floor is light brown in tune with the legs of the chair table. The work table in the corner of the room is shiny black with white work chairs and guest chairs. The wide glass window faces the highway, immediately presenting the bustling city crowd at the hours when Mariana was in the room.

"Sit, Mistress. What's the lady drinking?"

"White water, Uncle."

"Lime water?"

"Can."

The man stepped into the fridge, took out two bottles of lemonade and picked up a clean glass from the top of the fridge, then put one in front of Mariana and another in front of her.

"So, what can I know while we wait for the arrival of another, Uncle?" mariana asked, not wanting much pleasantries.

Thompson smiled. "It looks like Madam can't wait to find out."

"really. Because I married Bima not in the condition of her all-rounded treasure. He's a simple guy, or even poor everything, quiet, introverted, and yes, he's kind of cold indeed."

"Situation shapes her character to be as strong as a coral, Madam."

"What's going on?"

"I, babysit Mr. Bima since he was two years old. Master used to be a very jolly boy. He was cheerful, his curiosity was very high, intelligent. At the age of three, he was able to memorize multiplications up to 100. His memory is very sharp. Whatever someone had told him even if it was just a glance, he must have remembered it well."

Mariana listened seriously.

"It's ten years old, you can already enter the best Junior High School in the city. Still a jolly child, many friends, intelligent, kind, tolerance and empathy are so high. Until something happens, which makes him always moody, and he starts to shut himself up."

"What changed him, Uncle?"

Thompson looked down, his face showing a change. Sadness was painted in both of his eyes which suddenly dimmed.

"I'm sorry, Uncle."

Thompson looked up, looked back at Mariana, his eyes glazed over. "It's okay, Madam. I just regret what happened to him. That's so bad, it makes a friendly, jolly kid very secretive."

"Someone came to Mr. Bima, scolding him as an illegitimate child in the midst of his friends who were playing with him. He is said to be the son of his mother's affair with a married man. The woman also showed official medical evidence issued by a hospital that was the only hospital that could do DNA testing."

"It's so bad," lamented Mariana, looking at Thompson in disbelief. "What the guy really wants."

"Psychologically destroy Mr. Bima."

"Why?"

"Loved."

"But a child never knows what his parents have done. Why should he be the target?"

"That's how life is, madam. There's always the one on top and the one on the top."

"Hold down the kids?!" mariana was angry.

Thompson smiled. "Some people feel it's only natural to be able to get their sick heart out. Although it also did not help him to recover from the pain itself."

Mariana grunting.

"Who would do that?!" hiss Mariana growled.

"Dad Lord Bima."

"His father?!" mariana asked in shock, staring at Thompson.

Thompson nodded.

"Someone sent him a letter, saying that Mr. Bima was not his son. Mr. Bima's father did a DNA test and the results showed that Mister was really not his son because there was no DNA match at all between them."

Mariana frowned. "But, why is Bima's father so good to her?"

"Didn't I say, deep disappointment can sometimes make a person lose their healthy mind."

Mariana nodded back.

"Then who is Bima's real father."

"Until this moment Mr. Bima never knew it. Because until his mother died, the woman never told him at all who the biological father of the Master really is."

"Did Uncle know who Bima's father really was?"

Thompson's view is down. "I'm not the right person to say it, ma'am.

"So, Uncle knows?"

"I know, Madam," said Thompson nodding.

Mariana threw away her face, looking the other way to avoid Thompson's gaze.

"What makes Bima's mother hide who Bima's father really is, even though Bima already knows that he is not the son of this beautiful father he admits."

"On that, I don't know. Surely he had his own reasons for not telling the Master the truth."

Mariana nodded back. "mmm... Uncle. If I promise not to tell Bima, are you willing to tell me who Bima's real father is?"

"I doubt it, Madam."

"Come, Uncle. Why is it so important to keep it secret. I'm Bima's wife. I just want to know who the man who planted his seed in his mother's stomach is."

"Is that important to know, ma'am?"

"of course. Every child wants to know who their birth parents are. Maybe that's also what makes Bima want to abandon her son with Sarah, first, because she wants revenge."

"That's not true. The child in the bima is not the seed of Bima. He's not my grandson!" The cold and deep voice broke the silence, making Mariana and Thompson turn their heads.

"Grandfather...."

"Great master...."