The Married With The Devil

Bad Memories 2

Alan smiled wryly as he took the glass of water that Bianca gave him. Sipped it until half left and then put it back on the nightstand nearby. At first glance, Alan glanced at the wall clock in his room that showed it at nine o'clock.

“Lucky I still have grandfather.” Said Alan. Both of his lips smiled warmly when he recalled Arthur's figure.

“How about your grandmother?” Ask Bianca. Her brown iris looked at the clingy Alan.

“Grandma is long dead. Long before I was born.” Alan was sad. He could only stare at a picture of his grandmother shown by Arthur when he was seven years old. And Alan's first impression when he saw the portrait of Michelle–his grandmother was, the German woman had porcelain white skin, silver hair and blue-amber eyes.

“They both must be proud of you.” Bianca said as she gently squeezed Alan's hand. It was as if he wanted to give strength to the man.

“Of course. I'm the proud grandson of both of them.” Alan replied proudly with a small laugh.

“I always reassure myself, as long as grandfather is by my side, then I will still be fine."

Arthur took his foot into Albert's office, which was far enough from the backyard that it had always been his favorite. The sound of his wooden staff produced a loud sound when it collided with the granite floor he was treading. Faintly, he could hear the cry of his son—Albert.

“Stupid! Just looking for one mistake you can't.” Albert again shouted angrily while cursing Alan who was sitting not far from him. His eyes glittered sharply.

“Ma–forgive me.” Lirih Alan's. He could only bow in fear while staring at his linked finger.

“Forget that damn file and quickly read this. Within thirty minutes, you should be able to master and make it.” Albert exasperatedly threw a thick graph book at Alan. He wants his only child to be able to master everything related to business quickly and precisely.

“But I–I'm hungry.” Said Alan. He only had breakfast and when lunch time came, his father restrained him and forbade him to leave the room before he could satisfy his pre-lent.

Albert was angry. Quickly, he got up from his seat to approach Alan. Standing in front of Alan while looking at him intently full of intimidation.

“Listen to me carefully, there will be no lunch let alone dinner until you can meet keing—”

Alan and Albert both stared at the door of his room that had just opened slowly. In a fit of annoyance, Albert turned around growling. He told his personal assistant not to let anyone bother him at this time.

“Didn't I tell you not to interrupt—Dad.” Albert did not continue when the door of his study had just opened wide and found Arthur standing in silence.

Slowly, Arthur stepped in with a gaze that continued to lead to his grandson. The little boy looked at her pleading with a pale face.

“Alan, come here.” Arthur said softly as he extended his free hand. Her lips smiled warmly.

“Grandpa!” Alan quickly ran over to Arhtur. He immediately hugged the man's waist while drowning his face in the grandfather's stomach.

“Alan!” Albert's shout was angry so that made Alan immediately hide behind his grandfather's body. Both of his eyes closed in fear—t dare to look at his father.

“Don't I tell you many times not to educate her too hard?” Arthur asked in a soft voice. His eyes looked at Albert.

“Dad, the child must indeed be educated hard. Making it a superior seedling from an early age is the right thing.”

“Excellent seedlings? By torturing her?” This time, Arthur spoke in an insinuating tone. Both of his eyes looked at Albert sharply. Even though he was no longer young, but the firm and authoritative attitude in Arthur was still firmly attached.

“Alan alone is too weak. I just don't want her to end up like Jasmine. The foolish woman preferred to marry a poor man like Wilson.”

“ALBERT!” Arthur yelled angrily as he looked at his son with a hardened jaw. Albert bowed, aware that he had made his father angry. After all, the man who was not far from him at this time was a figure who until anytime would always be respected.

“You should realize that Jasmine would rather go and marry a poor man than live with a heartless human like you. Alan, come.” Arthur immediately clasped Alan's hand and invited him to step away together. Behind him, Albert fell silent with clenched hands.

Jasmine—, the only female brother she has, chooses to go and live with Wilson. Even though Wilson was a businessman, but Albert would never admit it until the man was at the top like himself. Or at least, stand in a place parallel to it.

At the age of eleven, his grandfather began to become ill and spent much of his time lying weakly in the hospital. During the one week of treatment, Alan never once visited him because Albert never allowed it. The man even forbade her to set foot outside the house even if it was just one small step. Alan was forced to study at home. With Albert who hired the best teachers in every field.

One day, when he heard that his grandfather was coming home soon, Alan tried hard to complete all the tasks given by his private tutor.

“What's up?” Alan asked one of the maids at his house when he had just walked out of his study.

“Mr Arthur is home.”

“Kakek.” Alan was happy. Quickly, he ran towards the main room to greet his grandfather.

“Alan!” Call Albert.

“Where is grandpa?” Ask Alan. He did not care about his father's angry face. Right now, the only thing he wanted was to meet the figure he missed so much.

Little Alan continued to search amidst the crowd of his housemaids. He also saw some of his extended family who had rarely met him.

“Your grandfather is there.” Albert spoke flatly while pointing at a white coffin. Quickly, Alan broke through the crowd to be able to meet up with Arthur. However, what he got was his grandfather's stiff body lying helplessly. Pale face and both eyes closed. Alan stared in disbelief with round eyes. His body was fighting violently and before long, his cries broke.

He was old enough to understand that the only person who was always by his side, hugging him warmly and wiping away his tears, was gone forever from this world. No one would welcome him with a warm smile. Or calm him down when he's scared.

Alan thrashing. His cries grew louder and sounded so heartbreaking.

“Grandpa!” Alan shook Arthur's stiff body. I wish the old man would open his eyes again. But his hope is in vain, Arthur has chosen to fall asleep forever. Leaving him alone.

“Quick bring Alan to his room.” Albert's orders to one of his servants.

“Good, Mr.”

“No! Untie me. I want to be with grandpa.” Shouted Alan. He clasped Arthur's hand again, as if he did not want to part.

Albert again gave orders to some of his servants. Quickly, they followed the orders of their master. Alan's body was carried by two male servants.

“Dad, let me be with grandpa.” Alan shouted again. But what he got was Albert's cold gaze. Amidst the pain and sadness of losing the only figure he loved so much, Alan's hands clenched tightly. Her black iris turned dark—pekat.

Alan stared back at Albert sharply. There was no more face or look of fear that he had shown when dealing with the man. There is deep hatred.

Inwardly, Alan swore, if he would avenge Albert. And with even worse.

“Grandfather prefers to leave me.” Alan spoke in a choked voice. Both of his eyes were hot. But he did not want to shed tears in front of Bianca. Alan didn't want to look weak in front of the woman he was supposed to look after and protect.

“Alan.” Bianca whispered softly. She immediately straightened her body slightly to embrace her husband's body. Quickly, Alan drowned his face in Bianca's chest. Both of his hands hugged the woman's waist tightly.

They both said nothing. Bianca prefers to stroke Alan's hair and land small kisses.  His heart in there was also throbbing pain and filled with tightness.

Even for the last time, Alan was still not allowed to be by his grandfather's side. Bianca did not dare to imagine, what kind of terrible creature Albert—man he thought, had no heart at all.

Suddenly, Alan looked up. His black iris looked at Bianca softly. Bianca smile. Slowly, he brought his face closer to Alan without turning a single glance.

Bianca kissed Alan's lips long enough. Without the slightest movement. Just just sticking. But Bianca hopes Alan can feel a little calmer.