SUPPOSE THAT...

MY DAD

Doubtful Dave stepped into the apartment space that was effectively simple for himself who was accustomed to luxury.

"This room is still the same as the last time he stayed." Andreas said as he walked forward through the living room in his minynamic style, leaving Dave still walking slowly behind him.

In the amateurs are white walls that only have a wall clock decoration, then the sofa is old ash with thick carpet that is dark brown and the top table is clean without any decoration, but beneath him Dave could see a pile of old newspapers that his Daddy seemed to have left in his place.

"As you can see, he's a well-organized, neat and.a little boring." Andreas chuckles at the thought of his past while turning to the direction Dave was in.

Dave simply smiled knotfully and looked towards his Daddy for a moment, then continued circling the room.

"We're very close but in terms of taste we're completely different." Andreas again said when he saw Dave observing A5-sized figura stuck on the wall that he thought was a photo, but it was only business motivation. "So he really sucked" said Andreas who made Dave turn his head towards him.

"With the money he's got, he can buy anything.But take a look..." Andreas stretched out his arms as if he could not believe anything. " Living in a cheap apartment, only one car, it's just ordinary brands." Andreas shakes his head.

Dave listened without looking at Andreas. Honestly, Dave is currently comparing himself to the figure of a biological father who he never knew.

"Try if he's still around, I'll have you tell him, about his padded European car." Andreas nagged, making Davw who saw the expression of his face smiling withstanding amused.

They arrived at the next room, a room that might actually be a relaxing space perhaps. But it becomes more like a kitchen space with a large size because there is a wide range of kitchen sets from end to end with many cooking utensils and kitchen-related tools such as grills bread, a series of knives of various sizes and even just for the spatula in the room there are 5 to 7 different types.

Dave took one of the possible knives in addition to cooking utensils also functioned as a kitchen decoration, because believe me there are many knives with various types of blades and colorful for the handle.

"He loves to cook." Andreas said as he watched Dave surround the dark brown kitchen set with a smoke absorber he topped it and 6 gas stoves and 2 electric stoves.

Dave's eyes are round to hear it, of course because he actually really likes to cook. But he was embarrassed and chose to hide his hobby.

"He is stingy for luxury items, but if for those related to cooking, he will be very wasteful." Andreas sneers. Of course he was not really sneering, because actually entering the room Apartemn owned by his adopted brother who had exceeded the siblings made his longing for the figure of Rendy increasingly become.

"He spent millions of rupiah just to make his private cooking place and fill it with stuff...well.you see for yourself right..?" Andreas holds the spatula hanging lined up in the kitchen set and immediately takes it off with a familiar face.

"Did she like to cook ?" for the first time after entering the room Dave asked, even though he actually already knew the answer.

Andreas smiled widely until both his eyes narrowed. "Like it." she replied. "They taste good, and from all the capabilities of business to the intelligence of his brain, don't know why he's most proud of his cooking ability." Andreas was inexhaustible with his expression that made Dave smile. "She also loves cleanliness, neatness..." Andreas walks back around the room with Dave tailing behind him. "Speaking in formal language." he recalls. "I am and it is hard to reveal his heart." Andreas looked back at where Dave was, before then opening the door of a room and entering it.

Hearing him made Dave slightly bow. His Daddy's words were like insinuating him, even though Dave knew his Daddy didn't mean it.

"Come in, this is his room." Andreas.

"I rarely go into his room." Andreas grabbed a 4R photo figura that was some on top of a tall closet next to his work desk full of piles of documents. "Look at Dave, it's your dad and Daddy as kids." Andreas laughed and turned to Dave while holding a figura with a white list.

Dave walked up to Andreas and took the picture. Her eyes were squeaking looking at the 2 boys range from 8 years old with a woman who believed her disbelief was so similar to Kirana. Her face is plain without make up with hair in the ponytail like Kirana, only the woman in this photo wears a long white dress with an abstract motif of yellow at the end.

"It's Rendy." pointed Andreas at a boy in a green shirt who was smiling.

Their eyes look at each other in close range, making Dave can see the narrow eyes belonging to his very daddy who he longed it was clearly a beautiful brown color. The strange thing even made Dave remember Kirana.

"He looks a lot like Kirana, doesn't he look like this ?" Andreas smiled, leaving Dave shocked. He felt like his Daddy knew what he was thinking. Made Dave instantly look away with his face reddened but still with his flat expression.

"A, is he the same person as the photo in the family room ?" Dave asked, just so that his mind would be sidetracked and his Daddy was unaware.

"true." Andreas smile.

Dave pulled the tip of his lips for a moment, then looked back down at the other figurines that were mostly filled with photos of their childhood memories. Dave breathed a long sigh when he could not find a picture of his father who was alone and in adulthood.

"I have to go back to the office immediately" Andreas said after he had a chance to walk around the room when Dave daydreamed with picture figures lined up on the nightstand. "You're here first, it's yours." he continued.

Dave was silent without seeing the face of his interlocutor even though they were now standing face to face.

Andreas understandably, of course heavy for Dave to receive all. "Nothing will change Dave" he said while giving a 4R photo in the reverse position. "I love you." he stroked the back of Dave's head, still unwilling to look at him. "You are still my son, the brother of Kirana and Kiandra."

Dave immediately raised his face to look at the 50-year-old man he called Daddy. He should have loved to hear it, but his heart was troubled, suddenly agonized by a feeling he himself had not yet realized.

"I'll go first." Andreas patted Dave's shoulder with a smile and walked away.

Dave was still standing on the spot, unconsciously swallowing his saliva when he remembered his Daddy sentence earlier.

"You are still my son, brother Kirana and Kiandra."

He flipped over the picture that Andreas had given him, the photo of the same man he had received a few days ago.

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