Mother to Young Master

S2-19

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Arga comes home late, he is very upset with Henry's behavior that drains his emotions today. Not to mention, he had to stop by to pick up Henry's order.

Henry did it on purpose, so that Arga would return to Syahreza's mansion tonight. "He's close, we're ready now" he told his entire family.

Arga arrived at the mansion, he looked around, it was quiet, but not too late, usually Mr. Abhimanyu and Henry still did not sleep at this hour. The mansion is also dim, only lighting light at every corner.

"Why is it so dark? when did the Syahreza family not pay for electricity?" Arga grumbled, but only he heard.

You kid, you're saying I can't afford electricity? Even the power source I can afford, complete with all the equipment.

Arga had just set foot a few steps, when the lights suddenly lit up with the sound of the cries of the occupants of the mansion.

"Happy Birth Day Arga" said everyone excitedly.

Wulan was in their midst, with a cake in her hand and candles burning on the cake. Wulan flashed her smile, stepping forward towards Arga who was still in his place.

"Happy Birthday Arga." Wulan ventured to mention Arga's name directly. Though in his heart was very afraid, but as much as possible he was strong.

Arga Tenganga, moved by the surprise given to her. Even Arga shed her tears from being moved. But that's just everybody's wish.

What happens is reality, reality is not always in accordance with what is thought. Quite the contrary, Arga was very angry with all this. He left Wulan and everyone just like that.

Arga walked a little hastily, even a little run towards his car. He never wanted to celebrate his birthday. Even just to get together with the family, he never did. He chose to ignore the day he was born.

Realizing that, Henry soon caught up with Arga. But his steps could not catch up with Arga, he had already driven his car, at high speed. "Arrghhhhh..." Arga shouted, hitting the steering wheel with his fist. Until the long honking sound echoed.

"Why don't you guys even understand?" Arga pulled his car over to a place, where there was only himself and the roaring dry leaves were blown by the wind.

Arga vented all his annoyance, at the tree trunk that stood straight before him. He punched repeatedly, ignoring his flushed knuckles from the fresh blood flowing.

Arga did not say a word, but his tears did not stop flowing, representing his chaotic feelings. This place, after all, no one knows but him.

Long ago Arga was there, even a speck of rain began to wet himself that dripped from the crevice of the leaves. Arga sat down, leaning against the tree trunk that did not move a bit, even though he exerted all his strength.

"I thought you were different, but you were the same as them." Arga kicked the dry leaves at the end of his shoes.

"Bas stupid."

Arga stopped her crying, she immediately wiped away the trace of tears on her face. Like the song pertepan aka noah. 'Deleting your tracks'

Arga gasped, why is there someone else here, when only he himself knows this place. "Why? surprised? please condition your ugly face, Mr. Arga." Henry took a handkerchief out of his pocket.

"There's no need to ask why I know you're here. This is not a good time." Henry sat next to Arga, holding a large umbrella with one hand.

"I don't need to, I don't need to be pitied either." Arga brushed off Henry's hand.

"I also don't want to pity you, let alone care about you. You said it yourself, I don't have morals." Henry paused his sentence, he turned his head to the side, but Arga threw his face in the other direction.

Long they were silent, Henry faithfully waited for Arga to open his mouth. "You know I don't like celebrations, why do you keep helping him?" at last that was the sentence spoken from Arga's slightly pale lips.

"Didn't you tell me yourself, we should be able to forget the sadness in the past, to achieve happiness in the future? Then what are you doing now? You're even worse than me." Henry pulled next to his lips, blurting out a sentence that immediately hit Arga's heart.

"I only need 2 years, but you, how old are you now? still shackled to the same gal."

"This is another problem, the problem we face is different." Arga smiled bitterly.

"Our question is the same, just a different time, we should both rise up, and swallow the pill of bitterness before gulping down the sweetness of happiness. Everyone has felt that bitter moment, how we deal with it."

"You're a smart ass, but you almost lost your own son to your stupidity." Arga smiled mockingly.

"For that, you must not follow in the footsteps of your foolish brother. Be wise in every problem." Henry patted Arga on the shoulder. "You can deal with it, it's not hard if you try."

The rain began to subside, but Arga's clothes were already wet, Henry took off the warm coat he was wearing, throwing it right on Arga's face. "As of now, if you don't want to freeze to death, put on that coat." Henry left Arga.

"Please reflect." Henry turned his head for a moment and resumed his steps.

Arga was still silent, he was still trying to digest every word Henry. Reluctant to leave, but the longer his body shivered. Make him have to get back to his car.

"Master, you please change your clothes." Bejo gets out of the car, allowing Arga to change clothes.

Henry did not really leave Arga alone, especially he knew Arga's condition is less fit. He returns home with his car, and leaves Bejo to follow Arga.

Arga had no other choice, he couldn't have left Bejo there. After all his body was shivering, his head was throbbing from the rain that was drenching him. Moreover, he had only eaten a few mouthfuls today.

Sorry Ga, I have to be cruel to you, I hope you can be more mature to react to it.

Henry arrived at the dimansion at exactly 12 pm, the cold tickled part of his body. Wulan was still sitting in the living room chair, accompanied by Adel and Lady Amel, Ama could not accompany, for the sake of her health, they persuaded Ama to rest.

"Where's Arga?" mrs Amel asked, they all stood up from their seats.

"Some, you guys get some rest! Arga won't be home tonight." Henry said it casually.

"Huhuuu. hyks..." Wulan back sobbing. Adel rubbed Wulan's trembling back. "It's all my fault, if I hadn't forced you, it wouldn't have been this way." Wulan beat herself up.

"Hey, calm down Wulan, there's nothing wrong here, don't blame yourself." Madam Amel helped Wulan sit down.

"He was fine, just calming down." said Henry sitting next to Mr. Abhimanyu, who had been watching the three women silently, though he already knew the state of Arga from Bejo who had just contacted him.

But they would not believe it, so Mr. Abhimanyu chose silence, waiting for Henry to explain it.

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