The Name Revenge

12

"Well, Bian." The car keys were snatched easily from Bian's powerless hands. Apparently, the man was quite surprised at Tarana's lightning move. Didn't think that Tarana could snatch anything while carrying Nataya. "I'm driving."

"I can't trust my car to you, you know?" Bian was nimble to snatch it back, but when hidden behind Tarana, Bian undo his intentions with his furious fist. "No, Tarana. Give it back."

"I have a SIM. Should I show you?" ask Tarana meredek. "How far do you trust your own wife?"

"I trust you for other things, not driving, Tarana."

"Nataya," call Tarana. His focus was suddenly shifted to the quiet child who had smoothly spoken. Swiping his swollen cheeks, then asked, "You want Papa not, Nataya?"

"You." Nataya peeked timidly from her tight embrace at Tarana's neck. "But fear disturbs Papa."

"Well?" The corner of the lips containing the victory was exhibited perfectly. "If Papa Nataya has been off this holiday is still busy as well, yes already Deh Nataya same Aunt first. Really, uh, Bian?"

Why Tarana should always make his position and choice cornered. Tarana is good at finding gaps. That's for sure.

Had no choice but to obey, Bian's arms stretched bashfully. Just like his son's behavior. It really is like being split in two. "Nataya, come to Papa first. Let Papa keep you sitting in the back."

"Hehe." The tiny teeth were adorable. Unlike in Tarana earlier, perched comfortably on the neck of giant Bian. Cute grimace in the niche of Bian's neck. "Papa."

Happiness was also divided into people who could not get used to the anxiety and spoiled behavior of Nataya. Brush the finely-grained hair back. "He likes you, Bian."

Bian nodded without replying. Swinging Nataya to the right and to the left enjoyed the smell of the baby coming out of Nataya. "Nataya's the same Auntie all right, right? Your jahilin aunt?"

"Good aunt," replied Nataya quickly. "But more affectionate with Papa."

They looked like the perfect family from the outside. A spoiled child, a loving father, also a caring mother.

But all of that is not immediately believed by the sight of two people who skin the outside inside out of the intimacy. Moreover, Tarana and Bian look more like a love-hate relationship. In other words, not real.

"Dian? Can you come here for a second? Mama and Papa have not said goodbye to Nataya."

Both Tarana and Bian simultaneously looked at the front page. The caller was with someone else behind him. Liel who befriended his firmness and flatness.

Quickly read the situation, the car alarm has been sounded by Tarana. Moving to his right side was quick, saying things that were beyond Bian's expectations. "I go in first. If so, then follow."

***

"Dian."

"Hm?" The head that almost collided with the glass of the car successfully enforced again. Corrected Nataya's position, while she also stretched her body. "Why?"

"Nataya .. have you slept? I don't look out of the glass of the dashboard." Reflected by the dashboard glass is only a man who hugs his daughter only. The shy Nataya brushed her face aside.

"Your parents don't like me, but why would they agree to make your partner like me?" The question that was stuck in his heart finally came out as well. "I can't help pretending I don't know. I'm heartbroken if I want to be told."

My eyes turned so pointy once blinked. Fuck Tarana's curiosity without a sound. "... how far do you go, Tarana?"

"You guys talk pretty fast, anyway." The back of his mouth rubbed when Bian's deadly stab to stick on his back. Horrified. "Y-yeah .. It's not my fault, donk, huh? I, I don't intentionally want to be horrified. And so I'm not asking for liking either, but-"

"Speak clearly, Tar."

Oh, goddamn. In this deadly moment Tarana even wants to wake Nataya so that she is free from the cruel grip of Bian.

Why was he so skilled at expressing such cruelty from his eyes, anyway? Tarana is not focused on driving a car. "I'm not to blame."

Taking his breath up, also pressing the car's gas pedal. The constant rate of this four-wheeled object is accelerating. "I don't like hypocrites, Bian. If you don't like me, speak clearly. In front of my face I can too, though I can't guarantee I'm not being ignited."

"I'm also not a 'crazy' person who wants to harm Nataya, Bian. I'm sane, and I like kids. I may not be the best person, but I will give my best for Nataya, Bian. You understand what I mean"

"If it's for me, Tar?" ask Bian to cut. He had noticed the jelly and really. But again, there was always something else that was bothering him. "Why do I feel that you don't want this wedding, Tar? Am I wrong?"

"I urge you, where may I not want this marriage." The focus remains the same. On the highway, but his ears and mouth compromise even better. "I don't want to argue much in front of Nataya. Poor thing he heard and missed all this."

"What I always emphasize on that Nataya, arguing is possible, Tarana," said Bian sage. "Different opinions may be, but in good speech. As long as you and I don't yell, don't yell at each other, I don't mind that."

Ah, whatever. The old man had been a father for four or nearly five years. That himself? Heh ... don't ask again. Taking care of yourself is hard, especially taking care of the kids? "Yes already. It's up to you."

"My question is still the same to you, Tarana." Bian's heart has not calmed down if there is no answer as he wishes. "You gave your best to Nataya, I hold that sentence. What about for me?"

"Do you want to give your best to me, Bian?" Answering it again with follow-up questions seems to be the best thing. "I want to say this when there's no Nataya, but I'm anxious."

"What's that?" billih Bian was impatient.

"Your Loyalty, Bian." Loyalties. It means loyalty. Intentionally using foreign words, which certainly can be understood by the man of the western half of Asia. "The past is the past. But if the past repeats itself, it will be a disaster for Nataya."

"Put the car aside," Bian ordered absolutely. Another eye of the eagle wrapped in darkness. "Now, pat. I'm really disappointed in you, Tarana."

Disappointed? Oi. The words should have been used by Tarana, you know? And again, is there something wrong with the sentence? "It looks like you said it wrong, Bian. I'm disappointed in you."

"Enough. I don't want to argue with the condition of the road car and my son who sleeps," Bian said temporarily dampened his emotions. "Pick the earplugs next to the chair there. That's for Nataya."

And Bian is really weird right now.