Mr. Slovenly And Mrs. Perfectionist.

Chapters. 70. Mother Request.

At night Harfei was in the study. The man looked very serious about doing something using a laptop that was placed on the table. Shortly after that the door opened and Harfei's mother appeared with a cup of coffee.

"Did mom bother you, Ndu?". Ask the mother who is still standing in the doorway.

"Come on, ma'am, I'm done". Harfei closed his laptop and then looked at the huffed-looking mother. The middle-aged woman seemed to be harboring something inside there.

"Is mom okay?". Harfei asked jerking the mother from her daydream.

"Ah yes. I'm fine, baby". Put a coffee cup on the table.

"Mom wants to tell you something". Hesitating mother wanted to say everything that would possibly make Harfei's heart hurt. Wounds that may even have been dry for a long time and will now gap back when saying something that concerns his past.

Mom sat on the sofa chair after putting Harfei's coffee mug. Then Harfei followed her mother to sit by the middle-aged woman.

"What's wrong, ma'am?. Are you worried about something?. Say it". Harfei said as he held my mother's hand. Mother seemed to be trying to calm down, but honestly the middle-aged woman's heart felt troubled, between going to talk or delaying it. A moment of silence approached the two, no one spoke to each other. While Harfei was still faithfully waiting for mother to gather all her courage and say something that stuck in her heart.

Silent...

Till,

"Are you not intending to see your father, Ndu?". Instantly Harfei's hand reached out. His heart rippled in there. It was as if there was a tumultuous turmoil, wanting to be angry but unable to be overflowing, wanting to cry but he had no reason to cry, moreover, he had to cry for a man who had the heart to leave his mother and himself who could not even stand in this world at that time.

Harfei threw his face out in any direction, an extremely clear aura of hatred emanating on his handsome face. His head seemed to want to come out signifying anger. The man's eyes began to tear up, not wanting to cry happily, but crying wounds that were deliberately cut by his own biological father. Even the middle-aged man also had the heart to commit crimes to penetrate internationally. So did Hazal. The man had the heart to hold Hazal who was his son-in-law in an old warehouse so that the man's wife felt shaken. Harfei is aware that his father does not know him, but it is still a mistake and a sin.

"Harfei doesn't want to see anyone. Harfei's father is dead!". Harfei Toilet. He was getting hurt when he said Father. In fact, the man's heart felt pain when he said his father was dead.

"Ndu, he's your father. He is the cause of your birth into this world. Can't you open your heart and forgive him?". Mother's soft words. He tried to persuade his son's frozen heart.

"Have you forgiven that man?".

Mom was silent. To be honest, he also has not fully forgiven the man who once filled his days, maybe even will never forgive the man.

"Why are you silent?. Did you forgive that man?. Answer Mom, answer". Harfei's voice began to harden until it filled the room.

"Mom can't forgive her, can you?. Then why is it as if mom forced her will to forgive me?". Tears that had been held had finally come down to no edges. The weakest side of Harfei as if sticking out to the surface of the face to dominate his entire body. Likewise with the mother, the middle-aged woman was holding back the turmoil of anger that wanted to yawn. But whatever the power, she was just a mother in charge of teaching kindness to her sons about kindness even though it was not as easy as turning the palm of the hand.

"Know, Ndu. A wife can be angry with her husband. They may even be separated or divorced to become ex-husbands and wives, but there is no such thing as an ex-child, Ndu". Speak to mother in a soft voice. He seemed to remember the difficult times when he was with Vishnu.

"Your father is wrong, and he doesn't even deserve to be forgiven. I also can't forgive all of what he did to my mother. Hix... Hicks...". The middle-aged woman began to sob bitterly, her heart ached to the crown.

"But meet him one last time before he dies to pick up Harfei. Hu... Hu... Hu...". Mother's heartbreaking cry broke out when she said death would pick up her former lover first. Likewise with Harfei, the man was surprised instead of playing. His heart is sick and wounded. His body trembled, his knees seemed to be no longer powered to stand on foot, his brain became dizzy, and finally tears came out smoothly against his cheeks that were covered with fine hairs.

"A-what did you say?". Harfei's voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, even he seemed difficult to breathe.

"Your father will be sentenced to death for all his deeds Harfei. He's gonna die. Hu... Hu...". Mother's crying is getting worse. Perhaps he could not forgive the middle-aged man, but it could not be denied that there was a great homesickness lingering inside, but anger dominated the feeling.

"He deserves all of that. The man has to pay for all his crimes". Harfei still remained with his stance, he was too stubborn. Even his heart was frozen. But not with his face, the man's face seemed to say something else. It seems... Sick?.

I ran out of words to persuade Harfei. He left the man who was still silent, not saying. Hazal watches the two from behind the door.

Shortly after, Hazal came in and walked over to Harfei, who was sitting on his back.

"Bag". Hazal held Harfei's shoulder. While Harfei has not budged, he wipes away his tears so that Hazal does not see the tears, then smiles at his wife.

"Darling, are you here?. Do you need anything?". Harfei seemed to be hiding his troubled feelings. But Hazal could know the heart of the man who was her husband.

"Mas, i---".

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The next morning, Hazal sees Harfei is tidy and gets ready to go to the office.

"Will you go to the office?". Hazal asked in a typical wake-up voice.

"Dear, today I have a meeting with an important client". Reply Harfei while putting on a tie. Hazal flicked the blanket over to her right side, then walked over to Harfei and helped her husband to tie it up.

"Bag".

"Hm".

"Didn't you want to see Dad?". Hazal asked hesitantly.

"Dad's out of the country baby. The day after tomorrow will be home". Harfei doesn't know where Hazal is talking.

"I mean your father mas". Harfei stopped his movements and then wanted to leave. But Hazal stopped him.

"Mas, just meet him once". Pinta Hazal's.

"Psaltery. I no longer have a father. To me he's dead".

Hazal smiled when he heard the words Harfei spoke. She could see there were longing murmurs in her husband's heart, but it was as if they were being held.

"Mas, let's just say he's dead. Then don't you want to visit his grave?". Harfei still hasn't budged. It speaks a thousand languages. Hazal hugged her husband's burly body warmly.

"Mas, there are no perfect humans in this world. Even if he was a very bad mobster, he was still a father. No parent wants to kill their child". Hazal took off her embrace and looked at Harfei's brown bead of eyes deeply.

"If it happens to you, will you feel happy when your child rejects your existence?".

Check's dead...

The sentence was as if it had struck down Harfei's heart. Silence filled both.

"Darling, please don't force me". Lirih Harfei after a moment of silence.

Hazal smiles.

"Alright Mas. I'm sorry if I was offended. But try to think about it one more time, em?". Kissing Harfei's lips.

"Okay, it looks like I'm late for the office". Hazal then jerks Harfei off the daydream.

"Huh?. Ah yeah. I'm leaving first". He peeked at Hazal's forehead and then left the woman in the room with a troubled heart. Hazal's simple words as if successful make Harfei's heart turbulent.

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TBC.