SOLEDADS

Contrition

Happy reading!

.

.

.

***

Sara was shocked even to the point of slipping backwards. The scene in front of him could really stop the beating of the heart.

Peter stood there, his eyes reddened. Probably just scolded or hit Max. But, Sara saw nothing happen to Max. That made him feel a little relieved.

Sara's feet stepped back as Peter moved forward. So Sara's back hit the door she just closed. He was terrified, Peter's eyes were terrifying.

It's true what Max said, red eyes are really scary when angry.

"Sara ...."

Sara curled up in place, not moving anymore as Peter advanced. His feelings are fog. Sorrow mixed with longing. He dared to look into those sharp shady eyes.

"P ... p-papa?"

Peter was in his place. It's been a long time since Sara called him that. There was a strange feeling that rose up in her chest, pushing her hand to hold onto Sara's shoulder.

His face was flat again, holding himself back from being unhappy with the call of 'father' from the daughter he gave Max, no, rather Max snatched from him.

"What have you been doing all this time? You don't remember the house? Did Max not let you out or did the brengseek guy lock you up?"

Sara mute. For so long there was no attention from the man who often constricted it, now the red eyes showed shade.

"Sara, let's go home" said Peter and drew Sara's hand.

Gazing unblinkingly at her hand that Peter had drawn, Sara said. "I'm sorry, Papa."

As fast as lightning, Peter let go of his hand and turned his head in shock at Sara. Also looked at the couple alternately.

"What do you mean, Sara?"

Sara is still down. "I'm sorry" he repeated.

And he was taken aback by Peter's loud screaming voice. "What do you mean by sorry? I should be the one apologizing for giving you to this fucking guy!"

Peter pointed at Max who was still silently watching the father and son who were letting go of longing in that strange way.

That sentence made Sara look up. Is that why Peter came to Max's office?

"I'm the one who should be apologizing, Papa. You're my Papa" said Sara, hugging Peter. He stripped off his entire ego, putting a powerful shield on his hand to pierce through the entire binding fear.

The tears she had endured all this time finally fell along with that sentence. Regretting what he had done and said all this time to the middle-aged man.

"I know you love me and the truth I know."

A small squash came out from his lips accompanied by the swift tears that flooded the smooth cheeks. Sara was crying while hugging Peter.

"You're banning me from going out so I don't see Thompson, are you? I met that guy in Italy, he's not as good as you, Peter."

Sara felt the body she was hugging stiffened, accompanied by a hand that pushed her away. Sara saw the flames of anger re-ignite in Peter's eyes.

"What do you mean, Stupid Boy?! You met that bastard?! Why are you doing this to me, Sara?"

Max runs over and catches Peter's wrist as the man's hand is about to slap Sara. Peter is angry, Sara is confused as to why the man she loves is angry. He can only stand by his sculpting, waiting for Peter to hit him if Max is not quick in acting.

"Why are you doing this? Do you want to leave me for that jerk just like your mother did?!"

Sara shook her head with tears that came back to flow. It's more painful to hear Peter's desperate voice than the threat Thompson is threatening him with. That feeling of tightness rendered him helpless.

"A-I .. apologize, P .. papa ...."

Only that word was able to come out of Sara's mouth. He's devastated. Her behavior used to really leave a wound in Peter's heart, his Papa, his paradise.

Peter shook his head strongly, thrashing for Max to release his hand. "Take me off, you son of a bitch! You set me up to take my daughter and you almost let her be Thompson's meal, too! What else do you want? You also took Alara from me. You took all mine, Maxwell," said Peter sarcasm.

He held his chest with a breath of breath as he called out the name of his late wife. The pain was again felt Peter, his eyes were not separated from Sara.

At the end of the sentence, Peter fell back to make Sara shocked. He was screaming hysterically.

"Fuckin' ya!!!"

***

One day is a long time for Sara. Waiting is still a shitty thing. He waited, continuing to wait for those red eyes to open.

Muttering a prayer, Sara held Peter's hand which she felt was thin. The middle-aged man fell ill, shocked at not being able to accept reality. Sara has met Thompson, the father who was supposed to be with Sara. Sara's biological father, whom she always hides the truth, wishes her daughter had known nothing.

And one thing Sara deeply regrets, she doesn't know the history of Peter's illness. Busy traveling and never cared about Peter, became the main reason.

Her dislike of Peter who was always curbing, made her slowly hate the man. Sara is stubborn, does not like to be arranged and forced.

But Peter always forbade him to do anything. And now Sara understood, those red eyes that were always looking at her were harboring a lot of bitterness and suffering.

It feels abandoned, lied to, Sara understands Peter's feelings. Caged in endless regret, Sara felt it.

Sarah regretted having defied, resisted and cursed her father, the angel in her heart. Many things Peter kept until he suffered from a serious illness that he never knew it.

The mouth that had always echoed that hatred kept muttering, adding to the pain and regret in Sara's heart.

"Alara, you're so mean to me. You may not love me, but why did you let my Sara know she wasn't my son? You broke my heart once again, Alara."

Sara cried in silence, closing her mouth so that the sobbing could not be heard outside. His father, Peter, whom he always hated, was very fond of him.

Sara was stupid, so stupid she wanted to die. The man bore the burden, even in his silence, the eye dripped with a clear liquid.

The pain and longing again felt by Sara, maybe it was also being felt by Peter, or more precisely what Peter had been pregnant. Sara did not know, but the sentence that came out of Peter's mouth explained the man's longing. A pent-up love.

"I hate you, Alara, but you're my love. No matter how much you break my heart, I love you and our Sara. He's our little angel .... I loved him, so I didn't know how to spoil him."

Sara continued to sob, holding tightly to the hand that used to hold her affectionately. Hoping for those eyes to open, the lips again uttered a hateful sentence to her.

Sara wanted to say a sentence she never said to Peter. That he loved his father, needed him, and didn't want to lose.

The brown bead is swollen from tears. Sara cried all day, sitting alone in the VVIP room devoted to Peter. To push Max out, no one bothered him when he cried.

The food was not heeded, as it is today. Max touches his shoulder, but Sara shakes her head and hints to leave.

"You haven't eaten since morning, honey. You have to be strong to keep Peter."

Sara kept shaking. Refusing to look into the blue eyes whose rays also began to dim. Max also mistakenly thinks that Peter's affection is different, and everyone thinks that he hurt and doesn't treat Sara well.

"I'll feed you, eat a little."

"I don't want to, Max. Stop blabbering here."

But Max didn't give up. He scoops the rice, wants to feed his wife but Sara refuses.

"Go from here, Max! I don't want to be disturbed!"

Tapping the spoon from Max's hand until it falls along with the rice inside. "Don't come here again, don't come until Papa wakes up!"

Sara cried again, looked down and held Peter's hand. Hands that were once strong and sturdy, now begin to shrink and the muscles are reduced.

Time erodes the distance between them with resentment stretching out, limiting the interaction of the two. Sara doesn't know anything about Peter, even the growing age Sara doesn't realize. Her father is elderly.

"Wakeup, Papa. Hate me, tell me you hate me when you wake up. Ban me from going to Thompson, you hate him, don't you? Stop me from going to her."

Tears in Peter's eye patch broke again, Sara wiped it gently. But those red eyes were reluctant to open. Only his fingers moved stiffly, restless in his deep sleep.

"Wake up, I miss you. I promise, when you wake up, I'll be your obedient daughter. Don't leave me like Mama did to me."

Max who was still standing there pulled his wife's head to lean against his body. Let Sara cry and get tired to sleep.

.

.

.

***