
A very bright afternoon, Dean was sitting in a mini library that was in his apartment alone, his mind flying somewhere. tampa the existence of the wife because Dinda had to go to college considering that he had skipped college for too long because of the disaster that was happening to the husband some time ago.
"Tok tok tok" the sound of a small knock ripped Dean from his daydream while glancing at the source of the voice that had disturbed him. Papa Bima was standing firmly on the side of the door that was not closed, with a sad face.
"Can papa come in?" asked Papa Bima hesitated to see the look on the face of the unfriendly son, making him feel like a stranger all along.
Dean just kept quiet while turning his gaze to another direction, so that papa Bima ventured to step closer with bated breath facing the cold attitude of his son, which really made his heart torn apart.
Which parents are not hurt? when it is not considered by the blood of his flesh itself.
"Can papa sit down?" asked papa Bima again stale, but did not get an answer, so he let out a heavy sigh.
Dean seemed to not want to look at him making papa Bima unable to say words, so that there was only silence that occurred among men of different generations.
"Are you here just to shut up?" dean said coldly looking at the papa.
For too long they have been silent for a word.
"I, Hmmm, I want you to explain, even if it's too late, but I think you should know!" clearly papa Bima with a brick-styled voice, thus eliminating the firmness that had been on him.
Dean squinted his eyes looking at Papa Bima while smiling cynically.
"I know you hate me so much, but you want to hear my explanation?" said papa Bima again while looking at Dean sticky.
"What explanation? what do you have to explain? dean asked in a fairly loud voice, making Papa Bima gasp in shock at hearing it.
So that he ignited his emotions and forgot his purpose to meet the son earlier.
"Is this how your grandparents taught you to talk to your parents?" shouted papa Bima furious with breath that dusty because of anger.
Dean smiled cynically at Papa Bima's words, "At least they never taught me to cheat!" replied Dean sharply.
So that the conscious papa Bima swing his hand to make the room echo "Plaaakkk"
Papa Bima slapped Dean's cheek hard so as to make the corner of his left lip spit out fresh blood.
Dean smiled coldly as he stroked his cheek which began to turn blue in the slap of the papa earlier.
"Why Mr Bima Anggara? do my words remind you of your sin?"
dean said in a quip.
While moving away, leaving papa Bima who is still pecking with her hands clenched firmly, because of emotions.
"What am I doing? he said regretfully while slapping the air until his body fell on the floor.
Mama Chinta was walking towards the library with a look of surprise at the state of the husband who looks so desirable.
"Why what happened?" mama Chinta asked in shock to see the red husband's hand covered in blood.
It was not Dean's blood, but Papa Bima's own blood, because he felt sorry papa Bima punished his hand by slapping ceramic until his hand was injured quite badly.
Mama Chinta ran towards her husband with a panicked face.
"What's going on?" asked Mama Chinta panicked while reaching for papa Bima's right hand, tampa thought directly wrapped it with the clothes she was wearing at this time.
Papa Bima tried to release his hand from his wife's grasp.
"Let ma? let this hand accept to pay for what he did, because it has hurt my beloved son." said papa Bima with a face of grief.
So that makes Mama Chinta's heart hurt.
While standing leaving papa Bima, looking for a P3K box in the guest room.
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