Mr. Bastard's Love Trap

The Past of Aiden 2

Actually, I'm not sure I can make this chapter feel right. But, still, happy reading

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The salt water decays very profusely, soaking Zura's skin and face. Even his nose felt stuck. He gritted his teeth. Truly, he never thought that Aiden's past would be that hot. Zura's hardened hands hugged Aiden's body, which was now sleeping on his shoulder after tired of crying.

Zura just found out, it turns out there is also already bi Inah, who sobbed and pacified Mr. Awit.

Meanwhile, Heris also sobbed. Ken whose face is so sad. And Helios, who bowed deeply. They do know a little, that Aiden is an illegitimate child, and Aiden's past isn't fun. But this story, they just heard it.

So immersed in the story being told by Varlos, everyone forgot about the snacks and beers on the table.

Zura slowly looked up, gazing towards this bi, still occasionally pulling his snot.

“Bi, please get me a blanket.” Lirih Zura's.

“I-iya non.”

Before long, bi Inah came back with a blanket in her hand. Helios and Avit help Zura straighten Aiden's body, and his thighs are made into Aiden's head cushion. Then, Aiden's body was enveloped. Ken and Heris still can't control themselves, still shocked to hear Aiden's past.

Across the street, Varlos just smiled. Varlos may be more perfect in many ways, but still, he doesn't have what Aiden has. He's very grateful. Aiden who has millions of shortcomings, is still accepted and loved by many people with great sincerity. Bi Inah and Pak Awit, Heris and Helios, Ken, his mother, Zura perhaps, and even himself.

“Bi-can, the story continues.” Zura said later, staring fixedly at Varlos. And everyone looked back at Varlos.

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Varlos' eyes sparkled brightly watching the little boy very greedily eat things. Varlos laughed lightly. That boy is adorable. Too adorable. Honey, it all had to be damaged when the boy's ears were pulled very roughly.

“FUCKING SHIT!! Goddamnit!! How dare you eat, huh?!”

“Aaaakh.”

Praang!!

“HEI!” Varlos shouted loudly, seeing the boy who was now complaining quietly with pain. Infuriated, he dared to bite the woman's hand hard.

“AAAAARGHHH!!”

Brakk!!

“Varlos!!”

Madame Monica swiftly approached and hugged the thrown Varlos. And Varlos rebelled. His heart was so hurt to see the poor boy now being brutally kicked, that the woman was wearing hels. Varlos' manic turned, staring at his father, who was silent with a sharp look.

Really, like being stabbed by thousands of paints. Why is everyone just silent? The little boy was now in pain. His mother's eyes were focused only on Varlos. The servants just stared pityfully. Some even smiled mockingly. Her dad? His father looked at the boy with a look of disdain.

Everyone is insane.

“Aaaaaargghhhhh!!” Varlos rebelled from his mother's embrace, after several guards dragged the cruel woman away. Varlos ran, clutching a small body that was now spewing food and blood.

Really am. For the first time, Varlos felt disappointed and hated by his parents' attitude.

“THOT!!” varlos shouted, staring intently at his father. He looked back at her more sharply. But Varlos is not afraid. His fear had been devoured by anger.

“VARLOSS!! Don't be your bad boy!!” snapped at the Father.

Varlos is now looking at his mother, who is only fixated with reddened eyes. He looked back at his father. His hands trembled, feeling the small body in his embrace begin to droop. Her tears are free-falling.

Varlos's hands are tightening. He's ashended. Staring everywhere, everyone was silent. Silenced it. Silence a dying boy, maybe even dead.

Varlos knows what's going on. He's not stupid. He knew his parents were having a big fight. He knew the cruel woman was the destroyer of his family's happiness. Varlos know!! But, what's wrong with this boy? Little boy who doesn't even know superheroes and candy. The little boy who stepped limp without crying. A little boy who is frail, seedy, emaciated, and full of bruises. What harm? A little boy who even walked limping, but did not cry.

Suddenly Varlos got up. His eyes accidentally saw a fairly large spatula. It even feels a little heavy. In a fit of rage, Varlos approached his father.

“Argh!! Argh!!”

“Varlos!! Bastard!!”

That scream sounds heartbreaking. Rage mounting. He beat his father blindly. Especially after hearing the dirty swearing of his father who berated him. His movements were getting crazier hitting his father mercilessly.

“VARLOS!!”

Brak!!

For the second time, Varlos's body fell. Thrown for his father's escape. His back hit the closet. It hurts, hurts, and, I don't know. He was wondering what the boy was feeling.

Beaten, humiliated, kicked, what else?

Varlos looked up again, looking at his father who was now beginning to tear up with a trembling body. He smiled cynically, then Varlos brutally began throwing plates and glasses. He shouted, along with the cries of everyone there. Varlos doesn't care. He continued to rebel as the bodyguards began to block his body.

Plaque!!

Varlos's eyes stared intently at his father. The former slap felt painful, but not as clean as his heart. Varlos rebelled again, releasing the clutches of the bodyguards.

“Why? Is dad angry? Why angry?”

“DAD WOUNDS ARE NOT EVEN ANYTHING COMPARED TO THAT BOY'S WOUNDS! WHY ANGRY HUH?!”

“Dad can even still walk, while the boy is already limping. Dad was even only hit by a slight scratch. That boy..”.

Varlos kept silent, just kept as he pleased. He is powerless. Unable to continue his words. Slowly he moved away, reaching for the curtain cloth that seemed to have been removed and had not been removed. He approached the boy again. Suddenly, he thought of taking the boy to the hospital. Yeah, the hospital. If it hurts, everyone goes there, right?

Varlos took off the boy's clothes, which were filled with vomit marks. Covered her tiny body with a curtain. Then, he carried it. Varlos is a kid, still doesn't know anything. He didn't even know he needed a procedure for treatment. Need identity card and registration. All he had in mind now was one, immediately taking the boy to the hospital.

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“After that, everything goes as it is. The driver who happened to help, including taking care of the registration. And the little boy was taken care of. At that time, his condition was even critical, and was on the verge of death. It took up to 5 or 6 months until the boy was completely healed. He's, very poor, isn't he?”

“On the other hand, father and mother feel ashamed. I haven't even been perfect for 10 years. And those who are mature, even selfish with their own hearts. That's why they were willing to bear the brat's expense.”

Everyone is now as happy. Even Helios and Mr. Awit shed tears many times. Only Varlos, who was smiling bitterly across there. And Aiden, who was sound in his sleep.

Zura was even tired. Wiping his snot and tears that were like a flood dam. And on the other hand, Varlos even widened his smile.

“Well, maybe that's why I was even grateful when the boy grew up to be a nosy and very naughty child. Even his pretentious and ignorant talent has been very clear since he entered kindergarten. Instead of being fierce, I even loved the boy more.” Varlos said later.

Zura who was still sobbing laughed crisply, which finally provoked everyone's laughter. Since his age was as small as an upil, the affection of Varlos turned out to have exceeded the limit to overload and explode. In fact, the man who always obeyed it to dare to scream, fight, and threaten his father. He had to come get a slap, a curse, even hit.

It's pretty amazing, isn't it?

As big as that, Varlos' affection for his sister, Aiden.