The Name Revenge

14

It is a new thing for a Bian Pramoko who has lived alone for four years. Plus some dark secrets he kept alone.

This fragrance, this warmth, was not even imagined from a Tarana before.

If Tarana's words are so profound about his hatred for Bian, why doesn't Tarana treat him like someone hates other people? "Tar?"

The widening of his mouth immediately shrank again to see the neat clothes of Tarana. Along with the apron attached in front of his body, of course. Struggled, confused, also somewhat surprised. "Where are you going this morning?"

"Work, Bian." On time the pot on the stove was moved to the placemat on the table. "You eat first. I prepared Nataya."

"Don't run away before I finish talking. Again and again I repeat that sentence, but it seems you don't understand." Tarana's shoulders were being held back from her pampering. Returning it to be side by side with Bian. "I don't think you're working, Tarana."

"Yes, I forgot to say it."

That's honest. Really am. Otherwise, Tarana wouldn't have scratched her head this badly. "But I've thought it all over, Bian."

Bian waited with his razor-sharply glare. While the result may be silly advice, whatever. Just listen to me first. "What?"

"OK .. So in the morning, you'll drive Nataya, of course, as you said at the beginning." Waiting for a brief response from Bian, but nothing. Yes already. "Then I'll pick him up for lunch."

"After?" Now Bian interjected impatiently. Leave the remaining distance very thin so that the two interact intensely. "You're letting him in the house?"

"In ... near my office there's a daycare, Bian. Daycare, you know that?" Taking it in, Tarana added a grin at the end. Which, adds a sour expression on Bian's face.

Fail. It's a bad idea. Let's cancel. "I mean, Nataya can interact with a child her age, she might as well make good friends. Five o'clock in the afternoon I was with Nataya again."

"Hm? So that's your idea?" bian asked intimidatingly.

No. gabe. It was even very intimidating. Only, the level of sensitivity of Tarana is sometimes questionable.

For example, he felt nothing. Just a plain blink, feeling that this idea was very interesting and had already solved all the problems.

In fact, many disagreements have been shown in front of Bian's face. However, continue to keep all his emotions so as not to spray freely.

Bian still knows the limits. Still trying to keep her from hurting Tarana.

Even though she never did the same.

"Listen, Tarana." Bian take a step forward. He bowed a little low so that Tarana was clearly looking into his eyeballs. "Then my idea is like this. Why don't we just hire a baby sitter?"

"The distance between my home and office is quite far, Bian," Tarana replied. Not feeling the excitement, instead draped his arm exactly in the tempting circle. "And again, I can't go straight to him if something happens there."

"That if anyone tells you, Tarana," hissed Bian approached again. His pupils grew fierce. "If there is none? That Nataya was treated badly there? What if a friend of his age bullied Nataya? What could you do then? I know you're not blood related to him, but you can't be like this!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Tarana buyak is getting upset. Intentionally pointing at Bian's chest with his small index finger.

Let Bian know how he feels now! "I used to work in a place like that, Bian. In such an environment, and I live from there! How dare you look at daycare one eye, Bian?!"

"I'm just saying that, Tar, that. I have no intention of"

"Ac. .. lot?" Bian stammered in amazement. "Tar! Why are you saying I'm a colot?"

"That's nothing, it's a fact!" Prying, Tarana used half her time to walk backwards, while replying to Bian's insolent speech. "If you don't agree, say no! Why should I suspect people's work, anyway?"

"I don't agree because I'm worried, Tar," retorted Bian began to scavenge the remnants of his sanity. "Okay, I'm sorry if I mispronounced."

"If, Bian?" Swaggering, quoting Bian's sentence just now.

Oh, mercy. One of the words was very noticed by the grumpy woman with two eyebrows tangled it? Really am. "I'm sorry I mispronounced. All right, I'll be home this week, we decide what's best for Nataya as a way out."

"No, just one day" said Tarana straightforwardly. "After dropping off Nataya, come with me. Make sure with your own eyes. Don't guess."

Huh! Along with Tarana, he felt his blood constantly boiling and sticking to the surface.

Not feeling younger. He felt five years older than the debate just now. "On one condition, Tar."

Bian moves ahead of Tarana again, but not to stop there. Passing beside her after a small whisper, "That's the last time I hear you say I'm a colot."

"If the facts hmpft!"

"You need the facts, whatever it is, just shut up" Bian said. "Your life may be shorter than mine. I got married because I didn't want to be left out again. If you also leave me, what should I do?"

***

Not the first time, Tarana came to visit this daycare. They are close, not really. Fifteen minutes away.

With a four-wheeled vehicle.

As long as it can be reached, why not? From his office to his home it took him thirty minutes on a motorbike. It's certainly more practical.

Tarana and all the practical thoughts he thought were right, and Bian with all his old thoughts. Is he the only one who feels, if Bian's thinking is older than his physical paralysis?

Tarana doubted the match between them. Open your mouth, argue, open your mouth, fight. Long pity Nataya if you have to hear their checks every day.

Certainly not a good example.

"Come here?" Bian turned his head along with the leaflet folded on his finger. "Do you look familiar to them?"

"My friends are in marriage" said Tarana Dongkol. "I'm sometimes asked to come here to pick up my son. The car's been put here."

The man nodded without a sound. Surrounding this place with just a flash of his black eyes. "That means they could be your friends, Tar? I won't be blackmailed, will I?"

"Don't tell me I want to hit you again, Bian?" tanya Tarana is sweet. Preparing his finger clappings that were smearing Bian's free skin. "Do you want me to pinch this time?"

Bian pulled the corner of his lips, slightly chuckling to find Tarana's babble quite interesting. "Now we're going to your office."