The Name Revenge

16

Taranas.

[Location shared.]

[Don't wait in the lobby. I'm in the B1 parking lot. I'll wait for you to come here soon.]

Bian can't deny *******smile present just like that. In fact, her little girl pointed at her raised cheeks full of pride.

In her cute voice, she said very funny, "Papa smile."

The phone was on the other side of the chair. Staking the child just wayangnya to his thighs, rubbing the cheeks that Bian did not miss to avoid him small.

Also swiped it on Bian's nose to the point that he would not want Nataya to laugh. "Papa .. ticklish. Papa's weird. I used to not smile."

"Hm?" Bian muttered small. "Papa used to smile at Nataya. Nataya forgot, huh?"

"Sincerely," said Nataya flickered adorablely. "It's heartfelt. Nataya likes."

"The more you talk, Nataya." The bangs in front of Nataya's forehead were tidied up, before continuing to speak. "Nataya wants to pick up a aunt, won't you?"

"Aunty at home?" ask Nataya to make sure. "Or who's in the office?"

"If that's in the office let Papa who knows to Aunt who's at home, dear. Don't mention it now. Later Aunt at home angry to Papa." Bian kisses lovingly. "The aunt at Nataya's house doesn't like it?"

Embarrassed, Nataya glanced up towards the dark bead. "Like. Papa's angry, aren't you?"

"Who? Why is Papa angry?" bian asked in surprise. "It's good for Nataya to have a aunt, isn't it?"

"Fear Papa wants to be the only one for Nataya," replied Nataya innocently. Quoting from something stored in his memory.

In fact, throw Bian in the past. The truth has never crossed again, although the longing is not at all reduced.

Still same. It's like that four-year gap never existed. The woman who had stopped in her life, but then taken the creator. Leaving her baby in the arms of a Bian.

"Papa?"

Bian continued his work of responsibility when the tiny hand landed on his jaw. Seeing Nataya reminds him of his ex-wife.

Which gives the biggest wound to Bian, which even makes Bian no longer dare to open his heart to anyone. Keep his name in his innermost recess.

First love and the greatest hurt to Bian. His name has not changed.

You could say that Bian is unfair. Whatever. Tarana didn't give her heart, did she? Let's just say it's a good marriage, not a perfect marriage.

Bian doesn't matter as long as Nataya gets a good mother. Like Tarana. "Hm? Nataya?"

"Papa doesn't smile anymore" he said slowly. "Because of me?"

"That's Papa's little happiness. The grace that Papa loves the most, and Papa will not let go until anytime. So it's definitely not because of Nataya" Bian said slowly. Give time for all his words to arrive right in Nataya's mind.

"Certainly? Because Mama?"

This time Bian no longer had the right answer to his son's question. In addition to trapping, Nataya's question is an absolute truth as well.

The crane!

A shocking ring on the other side of the car bench ended the father-son's closeness. Before leaving, take the time to put the kiss of the difference. "Wait for Papa here. Papa pick up the phone first, yeah. After that we'll pick up Auntie."

"Now, Pa?" Nataya is only able to stay still when she is paired with a transverse seatbelt. "When?"

"Therefore" answered Bian. A smile that published an arch on her little child's lips. "Just a minute, Nataya."

Blam it!

"How long did he answer?!"

Bian's ears were immediately greeted by special grumbling and babbling from Tarana. Which obliges Bian to keep his phone away from his eardrum for a while. Before long, until Bian brought her closer. "Towards there, Tar."

Tarana can always lock in advanced answers that Bian can't possibly continue. Thas right. Bian won't pick up his phone on the way. "Then I talked to Nataya, Tar. You can be patient, can't you?"

"Fifteen minutes, hey! I've been waiting here fifteen minutes!"

"I, right, haven't told you to wait for me, yet" said Bian lazily to blame. "You're wrong. I ask you to share your location, not ask you to wait in the parking lot. I can pick you up in the lobby."

"No!" exclamation Tarana goiter. "I'm keeping it here. Don't be long, but be careful driving the car. Remember, you bring a child. Don't let Nataya do anything."

"Nataya, right, my son, not your son," teased Bian, curious about Tarana's 'too caring' reaction. "And I'm your husband. Why don't you ask me to be careful for myself? You're prestigious, Tar?"

Tut!

Unilateral shut down. Blackened phone screen back bright.

Bian let go of her strands briefly. Apparently, he was more patient than he had expected.

Perhaps also, Tarana is more suppressing his emotions than first met first.

***

Nope. Wrong big. Not suppressing emotions or anything else. It was precisely a more precarious state of coming to greet him sooner than he expected.

Fifteen minutes into consideration Tarana is the right time. More than fifteen minutes. This is the result he must accept.

No. gabe. Tarana refused to accept it. Rejecting that bad idea. Absolutely, not want.

Ting!

The elevator clinks for the first time after Tarana gets here. The elevator that Tarana has memorized is out of his head, because it is always the first to ride with Claire, Rallan, and several other employees.

In a hurry Tarana pulled out her phone. Typing him hastily, as his feet quickly climbed the parking area to rotate.

Taranas.

[To B2! Not B1!]

[I pull my words not to rush here! I'm desperate, and please stay careful on the road!]

Ah, moron. Bian instead saw this message while he was on the road? He wasted no more time sending this useless message.

"Tar?"

His body froze. Curse himself in heart, also in silence, and in solitude.

Go forward wrong, turn around a little longer. Now he starts to get upset because Bian promises to pick him up, but what Tarana meets is a delay.

Also Claire and Rallan who must have felt himself strange. Very quaint.

In the end, Tarana chose to continue her delayed move. A little running, in the hope that the two friends did not have to bother chasing after him, or find out about the reason for the 'Unusual Tarana.

The shit. One of those two hopes nothing happened. Rallan was already in front of him, with Claire following behind.

It was intercepted back and forth. Because Bian's not coming.

No longer did Tarana want to leave or go home with Bian. This was more than enough, and was a bad experience. No, thank you.

"Tar!" Claire exclaimed gasping. The pantofel heels he wore made it difficult for him to move. "Lo why, anyway, even run away? I'm the same Rallan is wrong, how are you?"

"Nothing" answered Tarana.

In that desperate situation, somehow, the car he was riding in yesterday, was already in front of his eyes.

Or even, a disaster because Bian opened his car window. "Tarana?"