The Name Revenge

13

"It would be better for Nataya and for both of us if for a while Nataya lived with her grandparents, Tarana." Bian combed the edges of Nataya's face so gently. Looking at Nataya's white round face that made anyone's heart moved.

Bian also loved Nataya. He misses, wants to stay together and take care of Nataya alone, but it will not be possible for a career man like him. Nataya should he live. "We're both newly married, Tarana."

"Sstt, shhhtt! Stop." Tarana took it slowly. Ignoring the dissatisfied emotions he let out due to the presence of new personnel among them. "Don't tell me that bringing Nataya is a mistake, Bian."

His grip on the wheels of the car strengthened. His knuckles were solid whitening. "Be a good father to him, Bian. Even if you're a bad man, don't be a failed father."

"Nataya needs you," Tarana continued to raise her head. The car dashboard glass is also turned away so that it does not look side by side anymore. "You failed at being a father once. Redeem your mistakes by being a good father to Nataya."

"Tars. I'm still pissed off by you, you know."

"I hate you, Bian. But I don't hate innocent children" Tarana said. "Then, don't talk that you're disappointed in me. I'm more disappointed in you. Don't think four years is a short time, Bian."

"I don't talk like that" Bian replied. "What I say disappointed is that you carried the name Nataya. If you say that you want my loyalty, I appreciate it more."

"Yes, I want to too. But what can I say to the man who made me his mistress, Bian?" tarana Syndicate without filter. "Yes, okay. I don't tolerate any relationship other than this, Bian. If your loyalty was still in sale, now I buy it."

"That's not a proper parable, but whatever," grunted Bian lazily. Re-leaning Nataya's head to her shoulder after removing Nataya's silencer. "How did you get along with Nataya?"

Tarana returns the dashboard glass to its normal mode. "I used to work part-time as a baby sitter."

"Lack of money?" guess Bian without adequate expression. "But your family used to be pretty decent, Tar."

"Filling boredom," answered Tarana succinctly. "My brother has always loved children, Bian. I purposely worked to get a good topic of conversation with my sister."

"Are you abroad?"

Tarana nodded without making a sound. Remembering the beautiful memories of video calls, or sometimes texting each other, is beautiful. "Honey she can't come to my wedding, Bian. If there is, maybe you won't marry me."

"Don't joke, Tarana," Bian replied quite sniffly. "You're the one who was set up for me. Why do I accept other women?"

The proof, now the two are evenly matched as husband and wife because they do not want her brother to just be a vague memory. She wanted Diana to be a living memory, that she had ever tracked, and had lived in this world before exhaustion. "You won't talk that way if you meet my brother, Bian."

Until Bian alone who he saw as a real man alone, can be tempted by Diana Manuella. A woman who goes down her mother's nature, one hundred percent. While he who goes down the nature of his hard papa. "Four years ago, Bian. What's interesting about me?"

"I saw only a woman who was crying, Tarana." Actually, being invited to talk to the past was never a good thing for Bian.

But what power? They both met four years ago. Four years ago it was also the two that separated until they met now. Moreover, he took a big enough share first. "I was drunk, I went to him. He's you, Tarana."

Nope. Not at all. How severe Tarana's problem was, Tarana never shed his tears. Can count the fingers how much his heart is this.

"Oh, I think you should keep that in mind from now on, Bian," Tarana cut her car into the courtyard of the mansion. "Things about those four years must not be forgotten, Bian. Absolutely can't."

***

"Tar, I have summarized my schedule and Nataya later. At eight Nataya enters school, she has to get up at seven to get ready and have breakfast. I also entered at eight in the morning ... The tar? Hear me not?"

"Hm?" Tarana just looked over without feeling guilty. "Oh, sorry. I just finished sleeping on these frames. I put it in the living room without problems?"

Inevitably, a paper containing a copy of Bian's schedule was put aside for a while. Tarana is indeed the most expert person to destroy his efforts and turn him to useless things.

For example, the frame contains only Tarana photos. Just Tarana, with no one else beside her.

Really? Why not just put up a wedding photo of them, for example? There's gonna be more memory to remember than this, right?

Even so, Bian was already too lazy to fight with his mouth again. Choosing to nod without making a sound, then thrusting a series that he had written with difficulty. "This, Tar. When I wake up late, wake me up. I hope you will cooperate in nurturing Nataya, Tar."

"Hm," muttered Tarana without a sound. Looking at all the details in the second frame he brought specially here. "I don't see any picture frames in your house, Bian."

"My house is now our home, Tar. I'm in charge of you."

"But that doesn't answer my question, does it?" The white paper with black ink on the middle is accepted by Tarana. Everything Bian said already included the contents of this paper. Folded neatly, put in his pouch.

"I just don't like photos" Bian replied briefly. Pointing a second frame that caught his attention. "That's a picture of your family, Tar? Just three people?"

"My brother rarely comes home. Graduation time too, he didn't come home." Then, Tarana's finger was lured to point to the photo of his parents who were happy full of proud look. Cumlaude, a top university graduate. "My parents are happy, right?"

"Hm, happy." However, those words were aimed while looking seriously at Tarana. "But it seems you're not, Tar?"

"Eh?"

"I think you understand what I mean, Tar." Both of Bian's hands are put in a pocket. Very different from four years ago, there was a magnet that held Bian back every time he wanted to touch Tarana.

Feels unreachable, feels so cold. Whether it was just his feelings, or indeed Tarana is now like this. "By the way, you were beautiful there, Tar. It's prettier than when you cried at the bar."

"It should be so-"

"But you look different now." Bian passed after making Tarana's blood pumped.