RIGEL SPACE

[32 | Uncomplicated Things]

Rigel looked at the tiny baby who had fallen asleep in the crate. Adhara was not disturbed in the slightest by the presence of Rigel nearby who stroked his tiny cheeks.

"Where? Did you call Azella?"

Rigel turned his gaze to his Mommy who had just entered Adhara's room room.

Venus patted Rigel's shoulder gently, "Sana, meet Azella, you have to say it's all the same Azella."

But Rigel still remained in position, there were no signs of moving.

"Well, why diem?" Venus asked to see no movement from her son.

"Mom, how about Az-"

"Given Mommy, Rigel never lost the same confidence as his sense of responsibility. How is it different now?"

Rigel sighed tiredly. Yes, it is true that only Azella can make Rigel out of control.

"Rigel took Mommy Semalem's talk. You should not sacrifice Azella's feelings, but you should face both of them, not alone. If you think gini, you and Azella even make a distance between you."

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"Darling? Let's breakfast!"

"Azella?"

Azella blinked her eyes a few times before opening the two beautiful petals perfectly.

"Darling?"

Azella let out a breath of puffiness, pulling her snot many times. Censure her sleeping state by clutching the same clothes as last night.

"Azella?"

Azella knew that voice, her mother.

Her mother has rarely contacted her lately.

Azella smiled wryly before getting up from her bed. Tying his messy hair, glanced at the tooled clock that indicated eight o'clock in the morning. I don't know what time Azella fell asleep last night. The girl rubbed her eyes that were still red, then turned towards the door.

"Why Ma?" Azella asked when she saw the figure of her mother standing in front of her room with a soft look.

"How are you? Why don't you ever call Mama hm?"

"Why should Azella contact Mama first? Mama doesn't want to have children?"

"Darling, don't talk about it."

"What do you need to call Azella?"

"Let's have breakfast downstairs."

"First it out."

"You don't sulk with Mama, just mistake your Papa who never wants to leave his job. What do you want? The briefcase? Gucci, Hermes, or Channel Bags? Or want a new car, say Mama buyin later. But you don't lash at Mama."

Azella looked at her old mother. "Would you buy a new mom?" Say it slowly.

Her mother looked at her in surprise, and Azella chose to close the door of her room tightly.

Azelle grabbed her hair violently, why can't people ever understand her?

Why did her parents never want to know about her wishes?

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Maxenzie who just landed in Jakarta this morning, after traveling for hours. For some reason when he just sat himself on the dining table Atlas had welcomed him with a sharp gaze.

"Why did you call Papa kayak that?"

"As for Atlas, Atlas has eyes."

"Yes but your eyes why do Papa's negliatin continue?" Maxenzie sighed.

"Papa looks like, if you don't look like a demon!"

"Athlas!" Grunts Maxenzie.

"Why don't you feel the need to explain something to Atlas?"

Maxenzie furrowed her brows for a moment.

"You have a problem especially now with Papa?"

"Why aren't you Azella?"

"Why is Azella the same?"

"That's right! Papa knows!"

Maxenzie was about to stand up to meet her daughter straight away but just roused her body from Angela's chair, her wife just came down the stairs wiping her tears.

"Mama why?" Ask Atlas spontaneously.

Angela just shook her head slowly and then sat herself in her usual seat.

"Where's azella?" Ask Maxenzie.

"Righted."

"Aren't you taking him to breakfast?" Ask Maxenzie again in a demanding tone.

"He doesn't want to."

"Because"

"Let's say down." Sela Angela cut off Maxenzie's words quickly.

Maxenzie frowned not to accept. "Why? You told me we have to go back to Bangkok?! Azella why be like a child, you should be able to talk to your child, explained to Azella so that she is not always childish gini."

The middle-aged man again sat himself in the chair, then looked at Angela seriously. "I'm surprised you're usually a socialite, you don't really ever talk to Azella. You're just-"

"Stop! Can't you just stop asking me? You ask your son. You really are Papa! I thought I was a good mom all along. But it turns out I was wrong. Which Azella needs is our presence by her side. Not the money you transfer every week!"

Atlas stared casually at the quarrels of his parents while occasionally sipping his coffee.

"Since Azella moved here her association became freer than in London, you should know that. Don't you just blame me. My job is to work."

"Keep the duty of my son? I'm aja? We make it both, you have to take responsibility, that's commitment. And before he gets married, he's our responsibility!" Firm Angela.

"Oh, are you carrying your child a burden?" Maxenzie asked trying to temper her emotions.

"Why do you keep coming with me every business trip? You don't want to lose competitiveness are you the same as other socialite mothers?!"

Angela snorted annoyedly at Maxenzie's words. "No, I trust my son more than you do! You ever had the heart to lie to me, you ever cheated the same-"

"I'm not cheating Angela!"

Angela just shook her head while laughing. "I shouldn't have married you before, I can't be as scared as my life is now." The woman quietly.

Maxenzie stood up from her seat, the man drank his coffee before stepping away. However, his steps stopped at the end of the stairs. "Everything will not happen, if you want to beat me away from Lowen at that time."

Then Maxenzie walked away leaving Angela crying in silence and Atlas staring at her Papa.

"Well? You see your Papa? Always running from a discussion that he does not like, akhinya Mama alone is wronged. Always have."

Atlas saw his mother crying more and more, the man approached the middle-aged woman who had given birth to him and stroked her shoulder slowly.

"Did you ever cheat on me, Ma?"

Angela turned her head up and looked at the glass lamp above her, trying to hold back her tears, but in vain, her tears still flowed profusely.

"Yes." Yeah." Sluggishly.

"When?"

"When you're pregnant."

Atlas was of course shocked to hear, damn it, that Atlas knew his Papa's morals all this time was sane and normal. But in fact it's not.

"Who's the guy?"

"Mama's sister."

"Why did Mama know?"

"Mama's friend has proof. You know that time Mama was destroyed, Papa you cheated on her with sister Temen deket Mama. Temen Mama's name is Lowen, her sister's name is Lovenna."

"Where is Lovenna?"

"Died."

"Why?"

"Mama's color can make your Papa survive the same Mana. And Lovenna was depressed until suicide."

"Keep Mama with Lowen how now?"

"Mama never got in touch with him again. Because yes what makes Papa you know Lovenna is Mama. Wrong Mama does not want to hear the talk of Papa you make away from Lowen, this before they cheat. Mama keeps saying she's good Mama can't be weird. But in fact your strange Papa is strange with his sister Lowen."

"Lowen likes Mama?" Ask Atlas.

Angela shook her head slowly. "I don't think Mama, but Papa you said yes."

"So that's why Mama followed Papa where?"

Angela nodded in response to Atlas's question, covered both her faces with her hands, and regretted her selfishness all along. Angela never lost one son but this time Angela does not want to lose her children again.

Atlas looked at his Mama for a bit, then sighed in a breath, apparently many secrets were hidden from him all along.

Atlas stood up from his seat and intended to head to the office this morning. The presence of his parents even made him reluctant to stay home.

"Where are you going?"  Atlas asked when she saw Azella wearing her sneakers.

Azella looked at Atlas for a moment lazily.

"As far as I am."

Atlas is trying to be patient with Azella who is getting more sensitive days.

"Don't go far, just want to rain. Scaring me."

"No."

Azella walks accidentally over Atlas' shoulder and leaves the Qierra mansion with her car.

And sure enough, the weather of the Capital City that was sunny suddenly became rain.

Azella stopped her car at one of the nearby restaurants. Today Azella has to start with breakfast before thinking about her next life.

After ordering food, Azella chose the table in the room because it was raining outside.

"Azella?"

Azella raised her head when someone called out to her.

"Em, sorry, who?"

"Om temen your Mama. Em, can I join you?"

Azella glanced around, timidly mistaking the om-om stash. After seeing the restaurant filled with only a few people Azella finally nodded.

"Azella is that right?"

"Yes, um."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly.

"Om your mom, from childhood until finally we choose to marry and have each other's lives."

Azella frowned not understanding, why did this man in front of her say as if he had ever had a close relationship with his mother?

"Oh, sorry, Azella just found out."

"Okay, no problem. Papa, how are you?"

"Papa good."

"Om Denger Atlas has taken over the company in Indonesia?"

"Yes, but some branches. The Chief Director is still Papa."

Azella still maintains her politeness in front of her parents' relationship or friends. Azella also did not want to ruin her surname.

"I think I know Mama Papa."

"Yes, I've known your mother for a long time. Ask your Mom."

"Oh yeah? What's the name Om? Sorry, Azella wasn't there yet."

"Lowen"

"Lowen?" Azella Beo.

"Yes, Lowen Fanderson."