Papa's Last Request

Attempts

Prang ....

The sound of plates breaking and the screams made Nero wake up. He immediately ran down to see what was happening. One room after another he came to but there was nothing. When a sobbing sound rang out from the kitchen, Nero rushed to the back.

Hiks .. hiks .. hiks ...

Tania's hands were covered in blood. There were knives falling, plates and glasses breaking and vegetables scattering on the floor. What's the matter?

"Tania, what's wrong with you?" Nero pulled the girl's hand. Cleaned his blood in the sink. But still pouring, not stopping. Looks like it should be closed, otherwise it seeps away his blood.

"Luka .." answered a hiccup. Nero shook his head.

"Before, grab some plaster." He ran towards the medicine box. Take bandages and plaster. Wrap that wound. Not too deep actually. Scratch wounds are common, but this wounded child is spoiled. So long is the story.

"Sickness .." isak Tania. Her lips pouted incoherently. Just like a five-year-old boy crying because his balloon was taken.

"You're playing all knives. I don't usually go to the kitchen either." It was Nero's turn to scold him. Change, let's draw a series. One same.

"I want to cook noodles. I'm laper." Tania's whining voice this time was exactly like a child who was caught by her mother stealing a knife in the kitchen.

"Can deliver. Also cooking. Usually if your laper is running away just buy it outside." The man folded his hands on his chest. His tone is cornered. Like a policeman who is intrograting prisoners.

"I want indomie boiled vegetable." So spoiled. When he spoke, his lips were bent.

"Why don't you wake up?" Nero was a little panicked at Tania's condition. The girl was still grimacing in pain. His mouth blew his wound. What if in the inflatable so healed so huh?

"Enggg .. enggg .. enggg ..." Steady and speechless. He couldn't have gotten into Nero's room, right? She's afraid.

"Yaudah from tomorrow, Bik Ijah come here." Trying to persuade. He could not bear to see Tania had to fuss in the kitchen as the girl had never done so all this time.

"Ga will!" The girl is insistent. Really, make Nero anxious. Want to apply, then?

"Have it, don't argue!" He snapped back. He was angry for a long time too. Hearing Nero's angry tone, his cry grew.

After getting married, Nero moved into his house. It was also at Bram's request. Although Tania's move is similar to the soap opera drama, full of tears. The girl did not want to live alone with her husband.

Bram asks Ijah Tania's nanny since childhood to be joined, but the girl refuses. Tania does not want anyone else in Nero's house because someone will complain to her father. He doesn't want to go to room with Nero. Really made everyone dizzy with his attitude.

During this time Nero always transfers enough money for Tania's daily needs. Not from Bram himself who he does not know how many.

For daily meals Nero frees her up choosing or buying anything she likes. He was given a car but had permission to leave the house. Sometimes Nero orders online if it's not busy.

"Already, don't cry. Sorry about it, yes. Just worried you're okay." Nero grabbed the girl in his arms. Poor this kid too. Tania hugged back. Actually he likes to spoiled with this omnya.

Deg ...

Nero's heart beats again. The two twin hills of the girl clung to his chest. He swallowed. Her face flushed. Why does it feel different now?

"Eh, Om." Tania let go of her embrace. Nero. They are both ashamed.

"Youwait. Sit right there. Om make boiled noodles vegetable pake." Nero took over the kitchen. Let's say he's still better at holding a knife than that girl.

Tania nodded. Just according. His stomach was hungry to fill. Sitting quietly watching her om beratractioni cut vegetables, boil noodles and eggs. Ten minutes and it's all over.

Nero placed two large bowls on the dining table. Tania's eyes twinkled at him. The hot smoke of noodles that are still billowing makes it stale. He eats with gourmand. Two portions of boiled indomie were exhausted in an instant. Tania added a lot of chili in her sauce. So that several times his mouth clucked because of the spiciness.

Children in their growing years eat a lot too. Nero smile. He himself had already finished his noodles since earlier. It is delicious, eat noodles with hot soup plus vegetables and cayenne pepper.

"Start tomorrow Bik Ijah here, yes. Call papa later." Nero is still trying to persuade the woo.

Tania shakes.

"Why don't you want to?" Nero looked at him fiercely. Purposefully. All this time he had been patiently scolding this boy.

"What dice?" His eyes are sharp. Find out why the girl refused.

"Ga nothing, Om. I don't want to."

At last. This girl wants to talk to him too. This whole month this house is just like hell. The sound of screaming, anger, sobs and door slings made his head dizzy.

"Judek. Bik Ijah until the afternoon. Then go home."

Tania stared back. Nero felt his stomach heartburn look like that.

"Whatever to do. But don't tell me the same Bik Ijah, if we pi-sah ka-mar ..." His face was scared when he said that. He also relented, on condition of course.

Apparently this is the reason why from the beginning he did not want Ijah brought here. Nero understands.

"That's dong from earlier. Don't have much drama. Pake cry all over."

"This om." Lips pouting. It feels like Nero wants to kiss her like this.

"Yes, deh. I'm buying outside. That's why I want to cook noodles," replied plain.

"Other times if there's anything say the same om," persuaded Nero.

"Ga. I'm scared."

"Fear what?" Even get confused. Especially this?

"Fear of being angry." The girl looked down. Playing the spoon in the bowl. Pretending not to see.

"Why should you be angry?"

"And I like to push around. I'm the same as you." She blushed in shame.

Nero laughed in his heart. Fucking kid. "Why sebel?"

"I don't want to marry you."

"And papa asked. Marry you to take care of you." Nero folded his hands on his chest. His eyes are still staring hard.

"I don't take it." she replied quickly. He doesn't want to, does he?

"But we are married. How's dong?" Nero smiled amusedly. Funny if it's like this.

"Om not angry with me?"

"Engga, from which you do not sulk. Don't know what to do if you're a little angry." His hand rubbed Tania's head gently. The pretty girl's face was delighted. 

"Yaudah tomorrow make Ijah come here to me. But don't dwell," he grinned.

"Yes." Yeah." Nero's tone of voice this time softened full of affection.

"Brittle. Thanks, Om." Tania was about to hug him, but her injured hand was grabbed by Nero's shoulder.

"Of ..." He grimaces.

"Why again?"

"sickness ..."

Hah, you spoiled brat. A little wound has been broken. Not if I tear your lips. Eh?

Nero what the hell are you thinking!