REVENGE OF ROSE

Meeting the Real Papa

Rose visited her mother's grave alone, because she wanted to tell her everything she's been through lately. It's been about a year that Rose has never come to her mother's grave.

The dried leaves rattled as his feet stepped on the road to the tomb. The blowing wind moves some of the leaves away. The atmosphere was silent, the tomb was the tomb of the Rose family. There are grandparents, grandparents and mother.

Rose was surprised when she got there to see a fresh white Lily leaning on the headstone bearing her name.

"Is anyone coming?" he said and looked around. It seemed like that person was not far away yet, he must still be around the tomb.

Rose looked to the left right, not even looking at the figure that placed the flower. Rose chose to rest in her mother's tomb. Just sitting down, Rose was startled by the sound of a broken twig and stepped foliage. He was also surprised to see a male figure in his 50s and up approaching him.

"You who?" ask Rose beware.

Wait, his face is so familiar. It's like I've met him. But where is it?

"Rose, you must have forgotten Uncle. When you were a kid, Uncle was your friend. Frans, you remember?"

Rose seemed to think for a while while looking back and forth at the person's face carefully. Then he stood up and ran towards the man.

"Uncle .. I remember you. How are you?" ask Rose who hugged the man.

"I miss it once." Say Rose with teary eyes.

"Uncle misses you too, son."

They walked towards the mound of land on which grew green clumps.

"What wind brought Uncle here?"

"Uncle did come here a lot, it's just that he probably never met you like this."

"That's it, can Uncle help Rose?"

"What's that?"

"Tell me how my mother died?"

"Maybe we better talk in a more comfortable place."

"alright. Where can I meet you, Uncle?"

"There's a cafe near here, let's just talk there."

Rose asked for a moment to send a prayer to her mother. He sat with his eyes closed, clenched with clenched hands. A moment later, Rose stood up and they went to the cafe Frans was referring to.

"Your mother .. She's a very nice woman. Uncle was very close to him, your mother married Robert because of Uncle's fault which was not ready to get married. Then the time wheel turned fast, your parents died. Your mother was physically abused, by then she was pregnant." Frans was silent for a while, like thinking about the right words so as not to shock Rose.

"You were pregnant with you at the time, but not Robert. Your mother's pregnant because of Uncle ..."

Rose's eyes fiddled at Frans' explanation. He was no longer in shock, but could not believe that this person in front of him was truly his biological Papa. Judging from the line of his face both look similar.

"What's? So ... so ... Uncle is my Papa?"

Frans nodded but his head was still down.

"Uncle has no power to do that. They're so mean, your mama was once put in a cell full of killers. Your Mama's body was torn because it was defending her honor, even though she didn't make it. She was raped in a cell. Wounds all over his body have not healed, Robert took him home, not to the hospital. She was tortured by a whip, her hair cut by Lobelia. At that time your mother had just given birth to you, all the suffering was through without complaining. Until that dark night, I heard the cry of your Mama who was doused in solar and burned alive. Uncle can not do anything, Uncle cursed Uncle until now. Uncle watched everything, Uncle's heart was torn to shreds."

Rose shut her mouth in disbelief with Frans' story. He didn't think it was that bad his mother was being treated.

"Who's grave has I been looking at all this time if even my mother's body has become ashes?"

"They did it on purpose, I just found out later. But I always came there, because I felt your mama was always there."

"I will make them suffer for the rest of their lives. They should be able to feel the suffering my mother is going through."

"I came to make amends for all that. I heard you were even sold, my heart broke. I didn't even see you growing up, you were sold. I don't know how many sins I've done to you and your mama."

"I'll pay it back." Grumpy Rose.

His eyes were flaming red, his anger was already at its peak. He wanted to avenge her all this time.

"It's a business card, Uncle. If you need anything, you can call Uncle."

"Good, Uncle."

They separated that afternoon. Rose went home to Robert. While Young Master Marcelino as usual, had fun with Shame. For Rose is no longer something to mess around with. He doesn't have time to take care of his feelings. He knows he's in love, but his priority isn't that.

***

"Get your hands off, Juan!" Hardik Rose on Juan who held Rose's waist carelessly. They were at Robert's house.

"Calm down a little, Rose. Volencia is not home. We can play for a minute, right?"

Plaque!!!

"So your mouth, Juan. You're my sister's husband now, is it worth talking to me like that?"

"Dad? He's not your brother and you're my ex-wife. I see your appearance is much different now. You're challenging my passion even more, Rose. As I recall, the size is not like this." Said Juan by showing his hands like a bowl in front of Rose's chest.

"The more content, the sexier you are, the more passionate I become, Rose." Juan continued by trying to examine Rose's face with his finger.

This asshole must be taught a lesson. I gotta kick what now? So that he stops interfering with my path.

"Math ...!" Juan held back the pain.

For the second time Rose kicked************** Juan loudly. Rose did not want to take any more time, she immediately ran towards her room and closed the door tightly.

"His brain is really perverted. I'm grateful now, she's an ex-husband." Rose said annoyedly.

Rose threw her body on the bed without opening her shoes. Look at the clean white ceiling. Her tears flowed again, remembering all the suffering that Mama had experienced.

Barbarically. Very savage. Robert, Lobelia, I'm sure you'll end up with my mama.

The roar on Rose's chest, and the tightness she felt, was all she felt she couldn't share the burden. If it should be shared, where? To who? He has no one else. His life was like an end to itself. Just as we are born single, so is death.