The Love That Is Taken

The Tightness of Simon

Next he sat down as if in a prostrating position. His right hand held his left chest. “Aaarrggghhh.

“Papaaa!” exclaimed Theresia while releasing her knife. The woman whose mental condition was less stable immediately rushed towards her father and hugged him tightly. Simon immediately gestured to his wife to get rid of the knife that had fallen to the floor. Mila nodded in understanding. He took the sharp object that almost caused the catastrophe and gave it to Bi Sum who walked up to him.

“From now on, keep all knives well after cooking. Do not be found by Mrs There,” her message to the senior maid. Bi Sum nodded his head in understanding and immediately disappeared from the living room with his co-workers.

“How is Papa doing? Papa's heart hurts, huh?” tanya There with a face filled with tears.

His father nodded weakly. “Please help Papa stand up. Papa wants to sit on the couch.”

Simon's only daughter nodded and filled her father with the help of Mila. As soon as the old man was sitting on the couch and breathing regularly, he invited his son to speak from heart to heart.

“Nak, you're an adult. Thirty years old and have a good husband. What more do you want?”

While crying sobbing, the daughter replied sadly, “There wants to have a child, Pa. But where is possible. All the doctors have sentenced There to barrenness and the therapies that There lived none have produced results.”

“If you are not blessed by God to have children, why not adopt only children? Your husband doesn't mind at all.”

“There's shame, Pa! There's friends can all have kids. They are even less beautiful, smart, or rich than There. But why was There made barren by God? That's not fair!”

“It is precisely because God is just, Son, that your friends are given children to cover their shortcomings. No one in this world is perfect, There. Understand, Son. Learn to accept reality!”

Theresa was silent at her father's loud words. His stepmother did not dare to say a word to justify Simon's opinion. He was worried There would be back emotional if he saw it interfere.

“You see this Aunt Mila,” said the bald-headed man while pointing his chin at his wife. “He was married twenty years and had no children. Mila and her first husband accepted the reality. Their domestic life remained happy until her husband died in a plane crash. Isn't that right, Mila?”

His wife nodded in confirming. Next he kept his mouth shut tight for fear of mispronunciation.

“Know, There. Jonathan's not going anywhere. He I asked to stay at Papa's house for a while until your household problems can be solved properly.”

Theresia. “Papa defending Mas Jon?” tanyanya did not accept. I am his biological son, but the one he is behind is a daughter-in-law who has absolutely no blood relation to him! thought the woman was angry.

“Pacify yourself, My son,”, said Simon as he stroked his chest again. Theresia who saw that instantly suppressed her anger. He didn't want his father to do anything about it.

“I just saw you this time so hysterical and even dared to threaten your husband with a sharp object, There. I can't believe your mentality is so unstable. It's only fitting that your husband can't stand to stay on your roof anymore. If Mila had treated me the way you treated Jonathan, I think I'd left him a long time ago!”

Again Simon stroked his chest. He knew it was a powerful technique to make this spoiled child obedient. There was a fear that something bad would happen to his father. Who else would be his back if his parents were no more?

Mila brought two glasses of water for her husband and stepson. He put it on Theresia first. The young lady immediately accepted it and downed the contents until it was gone. Then Mila helped her husband drink slowly.

“What is it, Pa?”

“First, he wants you to go back to counseling regularly at a psychiatrist and take the drugs given according to the recommended dose.”

Without any feelings of objection, Theresia shook her head. I think I need it, he admitted in his heart.

“Alright, Pa. Then what's the second condition?”

“She wants you to go back to meditation therapy and leave your socialite community.”

Heh?! Meditation therapy makes sense, but why is my social community being taken with me? jonathan's wife doesn't understand.

“Your husband feels you always spill your frustration on him if you do not manage to outperform the advantages exhibited by your jetset friends.”

Theresia was stunned for a moment. Well, he must admit that that's how it is. His position as an only child makes his ego so high and does not like to be outperformed by others. Who else could be the place to shed the resentment if not his own life partner?! But now it seems that it is his turn to give up. Instead of her father's illness relapsing and making her more and more unholding, the woman finally decided to grant the second request.

“Alright, Pa. Second condition will There meet.”

“Next the third condition...”.

“Very many conditions submitted Mas Jon, Pa?!”

Simon glanced at the sign of not liking his sentence on the sidelines. His daughter lowered her head and apologized.

“The third requirement is Jonathan to ask you to be independent in undergoing treatment and therapy. Don't interrupt it during work hours. Maybe if you take him outside office hours, he's still willing to accompany you, son. But I agree with his opinion that you should be self-sufficient in treating your own illness. Do not rely on the help of others constantly. Understand?”

With ogah-ogahan Theresia was forced to nod her head. He knew there was no other choice but to obey the words of his father, the ruler.

“And last..this is not a requirement that your husband, my son, put forward. But a warning..”.

The atmosphere became tense for a moment. Theresia's heart was suddenly engulfed in an uneasy feeling. What warning? There's just this Jon. He deliberately seized the opportunity in front of Papa, he thought regretfully.

“Your husband confirmed that this is for, the last time he gives you a chance. If one day you act again, then everything is really over. At that time I couldn't help you either, There. Papa is also a man. Papa understands Jonathan's hurt feelings as a result of you trampling on his dignity and dignity constantly. You understand, My son?”

Once again Theresa nodded her head. But this time his face looked agitated and somewhat frightened. What if one day I accidentally go back to making a mistake? thought worried. Cold sweat was pouring down his face.

“Don't worry, My son,” said his father gently as if he could read the heart of his biological daughter.