The Name Revenge

10

The tring! The tring!

Tarana's cell phone ring is too attention-grabbing to ignore. Because it is not good to absorb too much attention, the phone is then immediately turned off. No matter who called him, it was disturbing.

"Why not get picked up, Tar?" Kyla is aware of Tarana's nimble movements.

"Misconnect, Ma. I didn't save the number."

But it's true. The contact is still foreign. No trace of ever contacting him, nor a familiar number ever read it.

Who's the diligent guy who calls him at six in the morning like this?

In the near future the phone wants to be stored again, the ringing is surprising this time. Unpredictable, and the vibe almost made him bounce off Tarana's casual grip.

Okay, that's enough. It's starting to suck.

"Tar, just pick it up." The woman who was Bian's mother held Tarana's hand, who had just wanted to be declined a second time. "Fear important, Tar. If you're afraid of the mother lifting?"

"Not scared, Ma. It's because of the disturbance." Having been flirting with his guard at the number that did not desperately contact him, Tarana finally scrolls the green button. Remove himself from the association of two parents who are curious about this phone. "Before a minute, Ma, Om Liel. Tarana lift up first."

His blackened screen was affixed a split second after drifting away. Without a proper greeting, firing his target on target. "Who? What do you mean call me this early?"

"It's Bian. From now on save my number." Across there also did not hesitate to directly reveal his identity without further ado. "Then, I have a request that you must fulfill right now. Take off your apron, and follow what I want."

***

"Would you meet our son-Nataya if you ask me to come here as directed by you?" Those words almost came out of his lips.

How upset Tarana is now, because it feels like being bullied, those words are not worth saying. Not at all appropriate.

After marrying Bian, they officially become enemies. But that doesn't mean the innocent child was affected. Bian's son, from now on becomes his son as well.

Ha.... when can Tarana be this mature? Honestly, he feels proud, even though he's on a streak right now. "You can ask me there, Bian. I'm not going to target."

"With your voice approaching, I came to know your position, Tarana." His large body sticking out from behind the door, until it closed completely right in front of his daughter's room. "My mom and dad?"

"Mama's still cooking, and I should still be helping. Then your papa is sitting-"

"Okay, then, it's your turn and mine now," cut Bian down to be concise. He rubbed his cooling hand, and then put it on Tarana's shoulder again. "sorry. I'm nervous at the moment."

"Rumpy?" repeat Tarana grinning. "really? I thought you were monotonous. But it seems nervous so it makes you lose control of your words and behavior, huh?"

"I'm serious, Tarana." Bian looked down straight at the person whose height was not up to his chin. "I've never introduced my son to any woman."

"Yes. I'm also quite surprised to hear you admit you have a child." Then, Tarana relaxed her muscles as if facing Nataya was no big deal. "But even more surprised that you're 'this toucher' hasn't had a child, anyway."

"Hey. It was in a different context, yes," Bian protested exasperatedly. "And I'm serious, Tarana. My mouth is not good at expressing things. But I'm more comfortable if-"

Tiptoeing, Tarana easily embraced Bian's neck. Forcing him to bow, also fused their lips for the first time.

The second day after the wedding. Not the first day. On the initiative of women.

However, it is enough to melt the nervousness of Bian replaced by his long-standing bull, until Tarana encourages Bian to fortify him. "Road first. I'm behind you."

"I'm calling you because I don't"

Clack!

Tarana's right, but ....

It could be said, almost seventy percent of Nataya's time was spent with her grandparents, rather than Bian who only took time after work.

I want to feel guilty, but what else?

Replaced Tarana who patted lightly Bian's shoulder resuscitated her daydream. Whispering and hypnotizing. "Road, Bian."

Automatically, Bian's legs are more flexible to move than before. He went to the little bed of his son who was lying down, then sat on the edge so as not to disturb Nataya.

And Tarana herself, was about to see the interaction of the two from afar. Only now did he see that adorable little face. At one glance, Tarana already liked it. She's pretty, somehow if it's big.

"Hey? Wait what are you? Come here," said Bian shriveled not understand. "You said you didn't leave me."

"I don't, Bian." Tarana's eyes can't change for a second. Pointing using his little finger at the comfortable closed child. "I'm still here. Talk to him first. Wake her up so she won't be surprised."

Again Bian was ruled by Tarana. However, everything felt reasonable in his ears. Unable to be rejected, let alone rejected. "Satoya."

"h-h."

Ah, goddamn. Tarana couldn't help but flap her wings. Nataya is so cute with her cute voice! "He's just like you."

"In terms?" ask Bian.

"Absponding to my call like that," kekeh Tarana narrowed her eyes. "You're both funny."

That speech feels awkward. Creating complete loneliness to be absorbed both. The warm atmosphere that was created. Concentrated vacuum.

Damnit. Sometimes his thin mouth must be taught a lesson. "I mean .., he's funny. But you're a bitch."

"So you said"

"Shhhhh!" hiss Tarana sharp. Folding his arms waiting for when he could be introduced soon. "Wake him up again."

"okay, Tarana. I'm starting to think this isn't a good proposition"

"Papa?"

The little words warmed the hearts of both. Including cutting unfinished words from Bian.

The man smiled warmly. The first time his son greeted him like that. During this time he was too busy taking care of everything alone, and only able to enjoy this moment.

He became a sentimental man. The giant thumb on Nataya's cold little cheeks moved. Look at his son who reconciles all the waves of his life. "Wake, Nataya?"

"Why not work?" tanyanya. The letter r is still not perfectly pronounced. "Why isn't it late?"

"Papa's day is off, dear," Bian replied calmly. "You want a vacation with Papa?"

The small arm did not mince words to take this kind of opportunity. Circled so tightly and slept on Bian's non-gutty lap.

Really am. All this treatment he could get from Nataya on Tarana's advice.

Glancing in amazement at the doorway, which was answered by Tarana with a soft lip motion, "Ah, equally, Bian Pramoko."