Pellucid

Chapter 50 - Wanting to Turn Time Back

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Othor suggested playing a song called "This Love " by Davichi [Descendants of The Sun OST. ]

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Bening was standing staring at the tombstone of his son who was being groped with trembling by the hands of the middle-aged man who became his first love. Yes, the father and son were in the tomb of Son Arjuna, the late son of Bening and Arjuna.

Papa Bening was crying behind the black glasses perched on his nose. His old hand stared pushyly with regret so deep that it could not be described when Bening was silent throughout the journey and just told the driver to go to the road that he knew as a cemetery area that is quite famous in the middle of Yogyakarta.

His best friend was buried there as well. Namely the late father Arjuna, his future iron.

The sturdy back was shaking and the sound of his sobbing was quite clear in Bening's ears. Even the tears were also heard by Riko, the personal aide who was standing a few meters from the tomb of Son Arjuna.

If time could be replayed. He won't have the heart to get Bening to abort his womb. If time could be turned back he wouldn't be that hard on his daughter.

If time could be turned back to immediately find the Beningnya, surely his grandson could survive. He is truly sorry. A regret that is eating away at his tribe now.

"I'm sorry Papah, Clear. Ma_af.. hiks... hiks.." said Papa Bening in a stammering tone in a crouching condition in front of his grandson's tombstone.

His hands continued to rub the flowers he had previously sprinkled for his late grandson. Now he rubs it on the tombstone of the grandson.

Even so upset with himself to the point that Komjen Pol Prasetyo Pambudi mer3mas red earth grave of the grandson with his hands.

"I'm sorry your grandfather wasn't looking for you. Forgive grandfather's mistake. You must be as handsome and dashing as your father. You must be great and tough like your mother to last this long. Even though fate must call you. Grandpa sure you're a shole child like your father and mother" said Papa Bening.

Tears continued to trickle down the face of the middle-aged man who was still handsome and dashing in his old age. Bening who heard all the words that came out from the lips of his first love, could only be silent with an unknown taste.

Clear eyes only glazed over the expanse of the burial area in front of him which this afternoon seemed cool. Although no tears have fallen, but now the longing is also slowly ambushing his heart. Miss and Regret.

Missing his heart. Regret, if she can be a more alert mother for the health of her baby. Surely this isn't going to happen.

But before long, he said something in his heart. For he feels sinful as if he rejects the will of destiny from the Creator.

"Force all my filth and sin, O God," said Bening.

Even his eyes blinked. As a result, tears that had run down the river before in his eyes, dripping flooded his father's face.

"I'm sorry Papa, Clear. Papa sinned a lot on you," Papa Bening's great-grandson as he sobbed bitterly hugged his daughter.

"It's over, it's all over. What has happened cannot be taken back. Bening was willing to let him go. Maybe Bening's son wants to accompany his grandmother there. So that Mama will not be lonely again in heaven, "squeer Bening sad while returning a close hug from his Papa.

"Is that really so?" ask Papa Bening softly with still sobbing.

"Yes, Pah. He's a tough hotshot who's gonna keep Mama there. So Papa doesn't have to worry about Mama and her. Surely Mama is now happy playing swing with Son. Or maybe my son is playing ball with my mom. You see the time in the womb, Putra if kicked very fast until Bening paints. Hehe.." great-grandson Bening tried to comfort the Papa.

The smile also appeared on the face of Komjen Pol Prasetyo Pambudi. Clear also opened his Papa's sunglasses and he painstakingly wiped the Papa's tears.

"Don't cry anymore, Dad. Mama and Putra will be sad there. After all Wakapolri candidates cook mewek anyway. The handsome will fade. Failed to glimpsed beautiful girl dong. Hihi.." great-grandson Bening deliberately teased the Papa while his hand still wiped the trail of tears and tidied his Papa uniform.

"There are you. Papa is old. Who glanced at who was also. After all, no one can replace your mother in the heart of Papa," said Komjen Pol Prasetyo Pambudi straightforwardly.

"Max maximum handsome guy like this. Who said old, his eyes must be myopic. Already handsome, dashing, okay position, and still able to make a sister love for Bening also kok ya say old," ledek Bening.

"Basan naughty," said Papa Bening as he pinched his daughter's nose.

"Oh, Papa!"

"Which destiny man knows, Pah. If Papa wants to marry again, clear blessing. As long as the woman sincerely loves Papa and accepts the condition of Bening. Papa has been a long time widower. Mama there must be sad to see Papa lonely continues," said Bening as he smiled.

"Papa is not lonely. There will be you and also Papa's loyal son accompanying," replied Papa Bening.

"Son?"

"Whose son, Pah?"

"As long as Bening is not home, Papa secretly remarries and has a son? Or all this time Papa's been married again and had children but kept it a secret from Bening?" ask Bening in a tone that has gone up an octave.

Bening was annoyed to see her Papa only smelled a smile at her upset behavior. He folded his hands in front while putting an annoyed face on his Papa.

"Jawab, Dad!" say Clear with ketus.

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