The Married With The Devil

Bad Memories

After a shower and dinner together, Alan immediately invites Bianca to return to the room. At first, Alan refused because he still did not feel hungry. But Bianca kept forcing him. The woman was concerned about her husband's condition and did not want Alan to fall ill.

“Bianca.” Alan called Bianca back. It was as if she wanted to reassure herself again if the woman was really by her side. Right now, the two of them were sitting on the bed while leaning back. Alan also never let go of his hand to Bianca.

“Cursing?” Bianca asked softly while looking at Alan. He had already decided that he would no longer ask Alan to tell him. All Bianca wants now is to make sure Alan is okay. He was sure that the man was not sleeping enough.

“No. I want to tell you.” Alan replied as he kissed Bianca's lips. The man sighed deeply a few times before finally reopening his voice.

“Bianca, have you ever seen a photo of my parents in this house?” Alan asked to start his story.

“No.” Bianca replied briefly while shaking her head. Since he first set foot in Alan's house, Bianca never found a single picture frame. Either Alan's parents or the man's.

“That's because I don't want to stare and remember the faces of those two.” Said Alan while sighing harshly. Jaw hardens.

“My father, Albert Drax is someone who is firm and also cool.” Alan recalled his father's figure. Even if he only lived and lived together for twelve years, but Alan always clearly remembered everything that happened to him.

Alan, who had just turned ten, was again demanded by Albert to prepare himself to be the sole heir to the entire fortune of the Drax family. Since childhood, even before he knew the world clearly, Albert had educated him hard. Every day, he is forced to continue learning and learning without being able to play. The only thing that makes Alan feel comfortable and also calm is when he spends his free time with his grandfather—Arthur.

“Alan!” Alan shook his head in shock when his father shouted when he found himself holding a small toy car. A gift from his grandfather.

“Don't I tell you many times to learn? You were born a part of the Drax family. And your job is only one, make sure this family stays successful and is at the top.” Alan could only duck with his body trembling in fear. Albert looked at her sharply and coldly. The man never treated her well.

“But I just want to play for a while.” Said Alan slowly. He still did not dare to look at his father.

“No! Don't waste your time on useless things like that.” Albert said annoyed while closing the file he had just signed.

“Step your head.” Fizz Albert. He didn't like it when he saw Alan bowing his head like a fool. Whoever is a member of his family, it is not appropriate to bow his head. Even in the presence of the king.

“Dad.” Call Alan. He began to feel uncomfortable in his father's office. Her feelings were always bad and in the end, it would end with her falling ill.

“Come.” Albert said flatly while hinting Alan to get closer to him. Not far from him, there was another table and a small chair.

“Quick sit down and check all these files. Find every mistake that is in it. You have to remember everything and say it directly to me.” Alan nodded obediently while sitting himself in the place his father had provided. His eyes stared blankly at the pile of files before him.

Accompanied by the sound of his father's pen moving agilely on the paper, Alan perused every word on the file he was holding. His brain works hard to remember written sentences and also to look for errors. Although in fact, he was no longer able to be in the room that made him feel crowded and tortured.

Alan again sighed deeply while staring at Bianca at a glance. Her lips smiled softly. As if she wanted to convince him if he was okay.

Bianca smiled back and hugged Alan. He knew very well that the man was far from being okay. Evidently from the palm of Alan's hands that let out cold sweat.

“He really is a bad father.” Lirih Alan's.

“Stupid!” Albert shouted furiously while looking at his son irritatedly.

“Dad, forgive me.” Alan spoke in a choked voice while holding back a cry. He made only one small mistake and Albert threw him with the file he was holding.

“Didn't I tell you to read it well? How can you possibly lead this family if reading such a lowly file is not good!” Albert looked at his son with reddened eyes full of emotion. Inexhaustible if the hard efforts so far to make Alan as the sole heir is still not fruitful.

“I'm sorry.” Alan again apologized with his head bowed. He can't take it anymore.

“Quick go! I'm sick of looking at your face!” Said Albert sharply. He turned his attention to the white paper before him. His job is far more important than that stupid kid.

“Good.” Answer Alan. Quickly, he ran out. Right now, the only thing Alan wanted was to meet his grandfather. The eighty-year-old man always spent his time in the backyard. While feeding his pet fish he had been caring for for a year.

“Kakek.” Alan exclaimed as he stared at Arthur's back. The man was sitting on a park chair while reading a book.

“Alan.” Arthur quickly looked up as he opened his hands wide. Let Alan fall into his warm embrace.

“How was your lesson today?” Arthur asked gently as he stroked his grandson's hair. One kiss he landed on Alan's head.

Feeling no answer, Arthur immediately pulled Alan's body from his arms.

“Alan.” Arthur gasped in shock when he found his grandson crying without making a sound. Not even his stuff was heard.

“Kakek.”

Alan cried out in front of Arthur with a heartbreaking sound. All his fear and sadness, he let out through his tears. His body trembled again, but not because of fear, but because his crying never subsided. Only in front of his grandfather could Alan be himself. Laugh, smile and even cry. Little Alan only one hope, he and both his parents and his grandfather, can gather with warmth like other families in general.

Arthur could only smile sadly. He has repeatedly advised Albert not to be too hard on his son. But the man never wanted to hear it.

“Where is your mother?” Arthur asked, wiping off a trace of tears on his grandson's cheek. Alan was no longer crying, but the child's child's sobbing was still clear.

“I don't know. It's been since last night Mom didn't come home.” Alan answered honestly. She has not seen her mother to date.

Arthur nodded in understanding. Things that have happened so he does not feel surprised anymore.

“You feed the fish?” Arthur picked up a medium-sized golden box containing fish food. His two gray eyes were staring at Alan warmly.

“I want.” Little Alan cheered happily as he raised both his hands up. His lips smiled broadly when he received the box that his grandfather had given him. Quickly, he ran to the edge of the fish pond. His hands were adeptly feeding the fish. His eyes sparkled happily. His sorrow and fear were no longer visible.

At the moment, Alan looks like a child in general. All he wants is to play like a kid his age out there.