The Name Revenge

5

"Feel better?" ask Bian for attention. Diverting a small piece of street focus to women who suddenly become quiet during this trip.

"I'm good or not is none of your business." Trying to be indifferent, Tarana turned her face opposite to Bian's side of view. Refusing to meet the man. "And I won't thank you for the irreverent pull of your hand."

Yeah, correct. Once again, Bian saves her on the grounds that it takes Tarana's help to try the white tuxedo.

Just a reason. Because in the end, Tarana who denied the rough pull to go alone. To hell with his outrageous behavior.

Tarana has long refused all hands. Tarana has always been like this for a long time, and this time, Tarana doesn't need anyone to live. Including Bian.

"I'm not pulling you up for your thanks. But because I feel you need it," replied the wise Bian. "I'm not a beggar, you should know that."

"Yes already. Goody. So I don't have to say sorry and thank you, do I?" Tarana was wearing a rough hat that lay on top of her sling bag. "Smortgages. You know best."

"Polite to those older than you, Tarana," Bian recalled unhappily. "I'm silent doesn't mean I'm accepting your mistreatment."

"Yes, Om," said Tarana curiously.

"I'm not Om. I'm your future husband, Tarana." Bian made it more inflamed. "Until now no one has dared to speak such disrespect to me. You don't be one of them."

"Fuck," grumbled Tarana lazily.

"Tarana," call Bian seriously.

"Whispering."

"Mana Manuella. I'm serious when I'm talking to you." Forced, the four-wheeled vehicle he drove was pushed aside first. Don't want to risk arguing in an impossible situation. "Look at me, Tarana."

"Kok stop, anyway?!" Poking around, Tarana glares resentfully at the same person her goiter is with her. "Road, right?!"

"Not until you hear what I'm saying."

"Yes I heard! I have ears!" Tarana cried out refusing to budge.

"Don't yell in front of my face, Tarana. It's not polite at all," said Bian heavily. "Look at me. I don't want you to keep this up all your life."

Tarana snorted lightly. Removing Bian's catch from his cheek. "Why? Dealing with manners again? If I'm dealing with manners, maybe your hand has been broken since the first time you touched me."

"Torana."

"What?!" tarana Sentak. Want himself to look into Bian's eyes? All righty! Everything the man wants Tarana to do. "Your satisfaction? How satisfied are you to rule me?"

"Sstt …."

"What, anyway?"

"Sstt .. silence. I want you to be quiet for a minute."

One minute of torture. Must continue to meet, without Bian allowing him to just run away. Whenever Tarana wants to turn her over to something else, Bian knows right away.

His sensitivity is beyond limits. The thing that every woman wants the most, but not with Tarana who is cursing in the heart.

That one minute when does it end? That pitch-black netra was teasing Tarana to tell the truth. How could? Without any coercive words, Tarana lures and falls into her trap. "Ah, maybe the night was like this, Bian."

"We don't talk about that night anymore, Tarana," said Bian flatly. Tarana is most expert at destroying the good atmosphere that is starting to be created. "I'm not aware, you're unconscious. We're both wrong."

"If that night happens again, hm? What are you doing this time?" tanya Tarana looked up.

Bugh!

"Mana Manuella!" bian swore angrily.

Just imagine. Her cheeks get a painful blow while soon the reception will be held. Gaping to expel numbness in his left jaw. "Tarana Manuella! You are so disrespectful!"

"Eat that disrespectful," said Tarana savagely. Again clenched his fist, landing it loudly in Bian's stomach.

Bugh!

Again, a cruel blow from Tarana. Gushed smoothly into the man's tight stomach. "My choice to marry you is not wrong. Feel it throughout our marriage."

***

Given the athletic body of Tarana, it feels very possible that the tiny hands release energy many times than they should.

Also, his punch was right on target. On the cheeks, on his stomach which causes prolonged pain. Never did Bian find someone so angry, so ambitious around him.

But be honest as it is. Don't like it, say. Hate, cuss. Bian's never been so good.

"Smile to yourself, Bian?" Kyla raised her big smile. Turning to Bian's front as his son twisted his body. "Think what, Yan? Mama thought you weren't happy with this marriage? Tarana turned out to be quite interesting, huh?"

"Mama knows who is in Bian's heart, Ma" said Bian calmly. Paying attention to his mother's lemongrass clothes that fix the tuxedo collar that he tried earlier. "But yeah .., pretty unique."

"What's unique?" Kyla drew closer, whispering softly so that their conversation could not be heard by others. "It's so unique that it can make you smile yourself, Yan?"

Bian leaned his lips without excessive enthusiasm. "Mom can you help me?"

"could. What's?"

The makeup equipment after wearing Tarana was appointed by Bian. "That, Ma. Pakein to me."

A few seconds Kyla was silent in a frown not understanding it. "What's it made, Bian?"

"Pakein can be this faint, Ma." Bian turned his face to the right. Raised her cheek to show it to Kyla. "Fear in the middle of turning blue."

"Dian!" pekik Kyla was shocked. Hurriedly touching Bian's cheek to research him further. "Why is this, Bian? Bite by an animal or something?"

Masa, his mother has not realized the true meaning of Bian? Yes already. "Pakein, Ma. I don't know about Ginian. Tarana's gonna wait a long time for me."

"Yin? Seriously why are your cheeks?" Panicked, Kyla deliberately pressed him slowly. Hearing Bian grimace, Kyla grimaced as well. "Duh, Bian. Why not be careful, anyway?"

See it? Even her mother blamed herself. No one ever thought, or even believed the story from his mouth about a Tarana, right?

What a petty woman, but unique. Not because of his punch, but because of his ease of expressing his feelings. "Udah, Mom. It's late."

***

"Tar?"

"Gosh! Why ... always ... surprises me!" Tarana raised her hand, preparing to deliver her consecutive blows.

But fortunately, since the incident in the car earlier, Bian is more vigilant now. Pulling Tarana back from circulation, disappearing from the back area of the wedding ballroom for a moment. "Don't get used to hitting people, Tarana. That's not good."

"Are you my parents?" challenge Tarana to the chest. "In my eyes, you are nothing more than a person who is responsible for what I am going through. Therefore, don't lecture me!"