Replacement Liver Driver

Chapter 44. Compared to Ken

Pradha stared at the pot with the boiling water inside. He was still rattled by Ken's words. The beautiful woman was reminded by Ken to immediately put the chicken in the pot.

"Ah, yes. Thanks for being reminded, brother."

"I played Naka in the back garden. Just call us when the food's ready." Ken smiled gently then clasped Naka's tiny body into a hug.

Pradha just nodded with a faint smile. He immediately resumed activities. When he was draining the chicken, Pradha was suddenly aghast. A pair of hands curled around his waist, then shrunk his neck.

"Geez!" shout Pradha.

The chicken that he had boiled almost fell to the floor if only Rama did not spry. He helps Pradha put the chicken into a container, then summarizes the face of the wife.

"What's wrong with you, honey?" Rama rubs Pradha's cheeks with the tip of a thumb.

"Ah, no. I was shocked. Finally Brother Rama suddenly came and hugged me." Pradha smiled faintly.

"Where's nakastra?" Rama took his fingers off his wife's cheek without taking a look.

"He ...." Pradha's words hang in the air.

He hesitates to reveal what the son is doing, and who is with him. Pradha gulps rough spit. The woman took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"That's ... Naka's in the back garden." Pradha painstakingly forced the sentence out of her mouth.

Rama rubbed the top of Pradha's head then smiled gently. "Yes, I followed him first huh? You're letting him play by himself?"

"Sorry" said Pradha, looking down.

He doesn't dare say that Ken is with Naka. Pradha thought let Rama know for himself. Women fear Rama misunderstood and became emotional before meeting Ken.

"Yes, it's okay. You're bothered too. I'll play Naka then."

Rama immediately shuffled, then walked towards the back garden. When he reached that place, Rama's blood seemed to boil. He sees Naka laughing with Ken.

Rama clenched his fingers tightly. The eyes of the handsome man were clearly visible. His jaw is perfectly hardened.

"Gapain you're here!" rama shouted with emotion.

Ken stopped his laughter. He stepped closer to Rama while holding Naka. A wide smile was engraved on the lips of the oriental-faced man

"Ah, are you home? How's ojek? Starting crowded?"

I don't know why the words coming out of Ken's lips sound like a mockery rather than a question. Rama immediately took over Nakastra's body by force. A sharp gaze floated to the man before him.

"Go home! Don't ever come here again!" expel Rama.

"Ram, what's wrong with you?"

"I said go!"

Ken took a rough breath then stepped away leaving Rama and Naka. Nakastra sounded whining like Ken was not willing to go from there. Hearing the son fuss, Rama closed his eyes and exhaled a rough breath.

Rama took Naka down from the sling. The man summarized the face of the son while smiling widely. Naka looked at the father with teary eyes.

"You play the same oom." Naka pushed up the lower lip, the tiny toddler's eyes wet with tears.

"Naka play with Papa, yuk! What is naka going to play? It's temenin's father."

"So we're going to play cowboy!" Naka looks rubbing eye fertilizers.

Both played happily. However, only fifteen minutes Rama crawled, he began to get tired. Rama decides to stop for a moment and asks Naka down from the back.

"So come down first, huh? The horse is tired."

"No! Naka's still going around!" exclaim Naka with a typical stammering sound of toddlers.

"But the horse is tired. If forced, the horse will faint," persuaded Rama.

Nakastra finally came down from his father's back with a heavy heart. He folded his arms in front of his chest. Her tiny lips came forward and cast a sharp glare at Rama.

"Eh, Naka's a good boy, right? I can't take dong. Papa take a break. Play again." Rama raised his arm, trying to rub the top of the son's head.

"No!" Naka took one step back to avoid the father.

“Papa is not as strong as Oom Ken! Oom could be a really old horse!”

Seeing Nakastra's behavior made Rama frown. He was slightly offended by the words of the son. Shortly after, a painful sentence scratched Rama's self-esteem.

"Oom good! Lots of toys! Love to bring lots of milk, biscuits, snacks!"

"She, what do you mean? Naka wants to say that Papa's no better than that jerk?" rama shouted with emotion.

Hearing a high note coming out of the father's lips made Nakastra cry. Pradha who heard the commotion immediately ran over to the son. She grabbed Naka's tiny body and took him into the room.

"Mama, Papa is naughty! Papa fierce!"

"Ssttt, it can't be. Papa is good" said Pradha.

"No! Papa's fierce, not like Oom Ken." Naka turned his back to his mother.

Pradha took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. After Nakastra slept, he went out of the room to meet Rama. The husband looks messed up in the middle room.

He sat down in a down position. Rama drowned his face on both palms. Pradha walked over, then sat down beside Rama.

The woman gently rubbed the back of the husband, to make Rama again sit upright. The eyes of the two meet. Pradha could clearly see the sadness of Rama.

"What the hell are you guys?" pradha asked in a soft voice.

"Naka started comparing me to Ken. How could he come back here?"

"He misses Ken. Reya was invited here not to. She was drunk because of early pregnancy." Pradha smiled widely given the good news brought by Ken.

"His wife is pregnant, why is she still coming to us? It's strange! Don't be the Naka she likes, but you." Rama smiled wryly as he threw away the face of Pradha.

"Sister, what are you talking about? Don't fuck around. He just wanted to see Naka, is that wrong? Anyway she's it ...." Pradha's speech hangs in the air as it is cut by Rama.

"So you're defending that jerk too? Ha!" Rama got up from the chair.

Hearing Rama snap at him for the first time, Pradha's tears slowly melt. It was as if a large stone was now blocking his throat. Just sobs coming out of Pradha's thin lips.

"I need some alone time! I'm not going home today!" Rama snatches the jacket on the sofa dashboard, then comes out leaving Pradha who is now crying as much as she can.

"Even you didn't give me a chance to explain everything, brother. My words are not finished." Pradha looked at Rama's back which was getting away.

Tears did not stop flowing down Pradha's cheeks. His heart was crumpled and shattered into pieces. Just this time Rama raised his voice when speaking to him.