The Name Revenge

11

All the sweet sentences that Bian had prepared earlier, disappeared faded in his head. Sirna had been nervous to find the reception of her son as happy as this. Sirna was already terrified that her son most likely hated her.

And it was all the sweetest situations, including annoying also for Tarana who only served as a spectator. In fact, he plays the biggest role! Are you tired of that fact?

Geck! Geck!

The father and son both looked at the source of the voice. Bian frowned, while Nataya's index finger pointed small at Tarana. "Papa, who is that?"

"That's ...." Unfortunately, Bian has not found a good introduction to unite these two women. Twisted his brain fast, thinking of some proper words to mention Tarana. "He ...."

"The victory is your Papa, Nataya." Tarana leaned back, folding one leg to lean against the wall. "You want to meet me, Nataya?"

Me? Waw. Those were really polite and new words in Bian's ears. Even when asked, Tarana still refused to use it. It's just ..., sounds in contrast to that challenging gig. "I think you can come here, Tarana. Leave your bad habits behind."

"Well, are you so chatty, huh?" tanya Tarana galloped forward. Gradually, crouch on the side of Nataya's mattress. Positioning itself parallel to that small knee. "Bawel. Protests continue."

"Tarana," Bian said so as not to mess around. "Don't talk too much."

"Liats, tuh." Tarana did the opposite. Pumping up Nataya who was struggling spoiled behind Bian's body. "Noah. It's too bad, isn't it?"

"Tarana. Don't teach my son that isn't right, yes" Bian snorted.

It's free. Go right, go left. Tarana had never heard what Bian said. Even if there is, what he does is the opposite.

Oh, mercy. What kind of woman did he marry? It seems not to marry a woman, but adopt another child whose parcel is more than Nataya herself.

Plaque!

The huge body that hid Nataya behind him was expelled out. "You went to Papa and Mama were there. I'm here with Nataya."

"How can I trust you to take care of my child? Not anything you have instigated it," said Bian ketus. Tighten the handle on Nataya. "See. My son just doesn't want to get away from me."

"Depend on me. It's there." Tarana waved her hand easily. "Nataya, the drugs donk with Papa."

"You go with Papa," he nagged, almost crying. "You come with Papa!"

"First Auntie, will you?" tarana Tawal. "Papa wants to eat first."

"Tar's? May I speak to you for a moment?" take Bian not sure. Visible, uncomfortable.

***

"Don't Aunt, Tar," said Bian interjected, even before Tarana finished taking her firm position. "Later he used to call you aunty."

"Every child needs his own time, Bian," said Tarana sighing softly. A year and a half climbed those dark eyes to communicate more deeply, outlining the little smile of his feet. Tarana was not a person who was used to flaunting his smile in any case. "Even if he doesn't think of me as his mother, I don't have that problem, Bian."

"No. Sooner or later it's gonna be a problem, Tarana. I just ... I ...."

"What are you, Bian?" tanya Tarana looked up. Greeting his thick iris from below. "Your son from now on my son too. What are you nervous about? Why do you worry more than myself?"

This reminded him of the last sentence written on a piece of paper from a shabby book. He had no choice but to trust her. A tense, full of anxiety and uneasiness, with a lot of hope shouldered on his sturdy shoulders.

"Huh?"

The sweet curve is more sincere. "Just trust me. I've kept it from leaving you, you're the one who's following another miracle I've caused, okay?"

Puk!

Bian's right shoulder clap contained a brief warm-up. Blinking one of his eyes gave the code for Bian to precede him for breakfast.

He does not know what unique way Tarana used to melt Nataya, but .... "May it work, Tarana Manuella."

***

"Only?" Liel first raised her baritone voice after the family meeting. Ke Bian, back again to Kyla, then partially covered his face with his conventional newspaper. "Where's the fuck?"

"Sama Nataya," replied Bian stiffly. His ass was placed exactly on a row of empty benches.

"So you stayed in Nataya alone there? Same person you just met 2 days more, Bian?" Liel raised her eyebrows, but the direction of her gaze was still chasing the order of the written sentence clearly. "He's your son, not Tarana's son."

"Pa, it's still morning," Kyla said. "Tarana's a good boy. Bian is now officially her husband. Don't suspect it donk, ah. It won't feel good to hear Tarana later."

"Where was the last child you said that was good, Ma?" tangent cynical Liel. "If you're not the one who said that Bian was afraid to live alone until old, he wouldn't want me to mate with him as any girl. What if Bian lives alone anyway? He's well established, he's capable. There are those of us who can help take care of Nataya if Bian can't."

While the center of the conversation almost did not make his voice other than eating a salty, sweet, also bland taste in his tongue. Combining creates a cloud in Bian's heart.

An event that was always avoided, but just happened to meet again this unfamiliar situation. But, whatever. The sooner the better. Only last mouthful left

"Can it go down by itself? Can, huh?"

That familiar voice involved Bian's attention. The three people at the same table, even the two of them who were still arguing, instantly locked their mouths. Giving Tarana and Nataya his special attention.

"You want to hold the same aunt?" In the end, the long-awaited person appeared himself beside Nataya who was holding the stairs railing to get down. "Can you alone, Nataya?"

"It'll be faster if you take her here, Tarana."

"Your mouth itches, yes, if it doesn't reply to me just once?" hiss Tarana grumbled. However, stay focused on Nataya who did not say a single word. "Rather than being noisy there, you better come here."

The tiny foot managed to tread straight on the ground. Showing the width of the float. "It could be, Auntie."

Anxious will the cheeks puffed up, Tarana crouched again with a height not how Nataya. Randomize Nataya's neat hairdo. "Great, Nataya. Often taught by who?"

"Papa," said Nataya plain.

The springahan turned into a small crush when Nataya had nothing to carry into Bian's embrace. "Basic usurper. I'm not done yet."

"Sst! Shut up and eat" said Bian, taking Nataya and Tarana to the dining table. "She can eat alone, but sometimes it's messy. Take care of him, and I'll get his things to the car."

The success of the attention sentence made Liel and Kyla go silent for a long time.

This is Tarana's point about the carnal?