SUPPOSE THAT...

MY FATHER II

For a while Dave was still silent on the spot while observing the picture figura. Until he heard the sound of the door closing, then he put the picture figura on the table and left the room, then walked through the apartment room.

He breathed a sigh of relief when his Daddy was really gone and died alone. He quickly walked into the living room that had been conjured by his predecessor into a kitchen with a wide kitchen set and full of cooking trinkets.

Dave's mind is in a mess right now, but when he saw a row of kitchen tools that look clean, organized and many variations of his, honestly it was very tempting.

"Why is something this good only allowed ?" ask Dave alone on a row of frypan of various types such as teflon commonly used.frypan from Marble or marble ceramic that makes the pan not easily sticky, not easy to stick,easy to clean and attractive appearance but on average relativ more expensive.frypan with a layer of stainless steel that is perfect for scraping with a lot of oil. frypan coated diamond coating is a ceramic material containing fine diamonds and is very easy to clean until there is a cast iron that is durable but if not maintained care will easily rust.

Dave smiled happily, his sadness and his hump were a little sidetracked. He who really likes to cook and choose to hide it because of embarrassment, amused just by looking at the complete cooking utensils and a large kitchen that looks like this cookware museum.

"Maybe I'm your son." he involuntarily chuckled. He took one knife from a row of kitchen knives of various types that may also be used as decoration because of the color of the handle is diverse.

In his amateurs was a knife with a shiny knife and a pointed tip. A moment later his flat, still slightly pale face smiled. "So want to cook." she said, then put it back in place.

After being content to walk around and observe the contents of his father's cooking utensils Museum, he went back into the room and lay down in his bed. His head turned to the side, to a picture of his father's face when he was young and he put it on the work desk located next to the bed.

The atmosphere was so quiet because there was no one else but her. But the Apartment Room that has not been inhabited for almost 20 years is still clean and fresh with citrus aroma installed in each room. Of course because Andreas was the one who told people to come and clean every day, even he would be very angry if there was little visible dust.

Dave's black eyes stared at the stack of documents that were on the desk that had not been in use for a long time. Curiosity tickled him, causing him to rise from sleep and walk then sit in his chair.

He wondered what his biological father was doing while he was alive. Take a map that is in the middle and start in the absence of white sheets that contain small writings.

From there Dave can conclude if his real father is indeed a smart person in business. The ideas he pours are always creative and thorough to all aspects. He took another map that was in the pile and started reading it again. Honestly, only with that indirectly he also got knowledge.

Arriving at the fourth map he took, he accidentally dropped it. Making the sheets of paper inside her scatter. Dave immediately picked it up, and he was surprised when he saw it behind a paper containing business plan writing there was a rough sketch of a woman's face. Not only one sheet, when Dave picked up the other and flipped the back, there was also a sketch of the same woman's face.

After picking it all up, Dave sat back down to the chair. In his careful observation of sketches that seem to be drawn just because of the fun of seeing how to paint it which is only in the picture behind the paper document in front of which contains writing.

"The most beautiful, which is impossible to achieve...?" dave's forehead was slightly wrinkled reading the writing on one of the sketches of the woman's face.

Suddenly she remembered her mother's photo when she was young. He got up briefly from his seat to take the wallet he put in the back pocket of his pants, then sat back down.

In notya his brown leather wallet, and took the only photo in his. Well, there's only a picture of her mom in Dave's wallet.

Dave's eyes were rounded as he likened the sketch drawings and photographs of his mother's self as a young man.

"Last Mom met him, she said that in her heart there was already another woman's name."

Dave remembered his mother's words when she told him about her past and her real father's.

"Our relationship is limited to knowing each other, nothing more..."

"Things to mind are only your Daddy and the Marthadinata Family. There's absolutely no place for anything else, including..."

Her mother did not continue her sentence.

Dave was pensive for a moment staring at the white wall that had a lot of memo patches.

"Mom, come on. Mom's disease needs to be cured."

Dave wondered how he had been persuading his mother for years to seek treatment. But her mother never wanted to, and always refused.

The lung disease that Dave used to think only coughs in the winter, but makes him so scared when his dear mother coughed and pulled out a blood clot.

"We never loved each other, but there you as a form of love itself. Isn't that funny, Dave ...?"

Dave remembered the smile on his mother's face that always looked grim. Make Dave immediately pick up all the papers the back of the document in the picture sketched his mother's face when young and immediately moved from there.

Meanwhile, at the Sanjaya Family Home, in the spacious and luxurious Family room with all its ornaments that look expensive typical of Victoria Vintage , the couple's husband, Sanjaya's wife and their only daughter, eventually returned to the house where she was born.

"Rendy...." Hertoni said like a mutter. The frown on his forehead grew even more with a look of disappointment. His old eyes overshadowed the figure of the black-clothed man in a white shirt who always stood behind his former son-in-law Andreas, or sometimes he encountered walking on Adnan's side, and he was walking by his side, Andreas' father, who has died and is his business partner. Walking on the side of the Man who became his adoptive father, holding his arm in place of a cane.

Hertoni's head throbbed, his figure when it made him think of Dave's grandson who always held his arm.

"I know Papa and Mama are disappointed." The woman who was now as old as both of her Fathers said. "There's nothing I need to explain, because what you think I think is right" he said.

"Eva.." Erika's forehead wrinkled deep with a sad look.

"I'm sure Dave won't feel lost when you don't recognize him as Sanjaya Corp's Heir." Eva gulped, but her face still implied statehood.

Hertoni looked at his one-on-one daughter, while his wife had cried. It is hard to accept this reality.

"Dave I will take you back to Paris" said Eva again after she could control herself so as not to shed tears. "I had a little boutique there, and Dave also received a lot of savings, stock and property from that guy." back he gulped. "So we won't be short of it." he continued.

No one spoke after Eva stopped saying. There was only the sound of a sobbing from Erika, the 80-year-old woman was so sad and devastated. She loved Dave even more than her life was at dusk, but her Husband...

Hertoni still silently gave no response, making Eva's face wrinkled with sadness and despair.

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