The Name Revenge

6

"Okay, first, I'm sorry for the past, Tarana," Bian said sincerely. "But, we both know there's something more important to discuss, right?"

"What's that?" The taper angle of his high heels pecked as seconds rolled between himself and Bian. "You know, right, we don't have enough time to talk like this?"

Bian lowered his breathing. Swim as deep as possible in the misty sky in Tarana's sense of sight. More than anything Bian has ever encountered. "You know, right, how old am I, Tarana?"

"Know," said Tarana lazily. Sighs strongly when Bian asks unimportant things. "Why? Want to cut your age to be on par with me?"

"Ah, this behavior and your nature I also want you to correct it. First ...." The finger that cornered Bian was thrown away by Tarana. "Avoid this kind of appointment. I don't like it. Speak well to me, and respect me. I'll be like that to you too."

"Or what?" challenge Tarana to take a step forward. "You want to do that to me?"

"Nothing is impossible, if you force it, Tarana. And rewind. Don't like this."

"If I like it, what do you want?" Tarana accidentally intercepts Bian's continued movements. Stabbed him against the wall with his arms stretched out on the left and right sides. Fuck the self-esteem.

Starting to ignite, reluctant to feel insulted, Bian also leaned his neck on the side of Tarana's head.

It is not only the woman who can. He waited and tried to be patient. But there are times when this man can't be that patient either. Whispering quietly, "Don't cry if I do, Tarana."

"I won't hold back when I get home. And at that time, I will make you not dare to do this again. Especially when alone with me," whispered Bian tucked a strand of Tarana's hair back.

Reflexes, Tarana's blood rippled strongly. Also, his chest is playing like a drum. Understandably, this was his first closeness to men.

Never had he been this close, never been this close to any man.

Damn, Bian was the first, and probably the last. One thing, Tarana hates that fact.

***

'Wise man says, only fools rush in.'

He used to often attend weddings when this song was playing beautifully in his ears. At that time, Tarana never thought of looking for men.

All the men were bad in his eyes. Good sincere, good who have bad plans. Even not infrequently after Tarana broke contact with them, what Tarana got was a terror streak.

How do his parents know? Only Diana Tarana ever told you. Now that Diana is gone, where should Tarana go? It's missing. Lost on the road.

"Since we're both here, I still want to continue the pending conversation." Bian looked attentive at every step Tarana took. With her tomboyish style that does not understand her long wedding dress, actually, Bian is worried that Tarana will fall later.

Thankfully, Tarana was embraced. Bian just needs to be careful not to step on Tarana's dress. "I'm four two. You're two five. You have no problem with our age difference?"

"Although you are sixty years old, I am also willing to marry you. You think I'll let you roam free with no responsibility?" cerocos Tarana whispered. At least, trying to improve the facial expression of his feet.

That sentence would sound sweet if Tarana did not add the next sentence. What a bad emotional controller. "And again, I've been married. You having trouble?"

"Why is your threat always about physical violence, Tarana? I still don't understand until now."

Tarana silences a thousand languages. Not because he could not retaliate, but refused to dig deeper into her.

She's here as Diana Manuella, not Tarana Manuella. For what is this split self revealed to the world? All the world should know is Diana, not Tarana. A delinquent sister who can not satisfy a single person until her brother is affected.

"Alright, I mean your silence that you have no problem with my status as a widower. But as a father?"

Just when the two were about to climb the small stairs to the wide stage. Silently perfectly digest the speech earlier.

Tarana's not stupid. Understand the meaning of Bian's question. Then, his entire body began to react, but had to hold back. The trembling was not because of the blood flowing strongly behind his skin.

Actually, who lied to who?

What does this marriage mean?

Why is Tarana feeling so stupid?

"There's still time if you want to cancel it, Tarana," Bian said once again. "I'll take responsibility my way, but I don't want you to be tormented. That's all I want to say now."

***

THE PLAQUE!

It seemed, one blow alone was not enough to represent the content of Tarana's heart at the moment.

How screwed was he to hear that Bian was not only a single widower, but also a father? "Basic jerk. Why did you just tell me right in front of the stage earlier?!"

"I tried, but didn't get the chance." Fortunately, it wasn't her left cheek that was swollen earlier. Except for the other part of his face.

And he also deserved it. He surprised Tarana in public, also making Tarana almost lost control.

But Bian admits, that for the size of Tarana, his self-control is pretty good. "In the car you shut up, fight with me. Then when the clothes fittings were, you left me. Try to calculate in the future how much you leave me later."

"Shut up!" jakak Tarana is on the rampage. "It's not the time to joke, huh, Bian! I'm angry that you know that!"

"Did it change your decision to hold me accountable?" ask Bian clumsy. Still grimacing that his left and right cheeks were sore at the same time. "One more request. Don't beat me again."

"Of course, Stupid! I am twenty-five years old, Bian! I want a free life!" reply Tarana tearing. More towards ... upset actually. The sclera was flushed without asking. "The shitty shit."

"That's enough to feed my dear, Tarana. I understand it for now, but not later. I understand today's blow, but not tomorrow-tomorrow. I am the head of the family." Tarana led him into the door. No longer perched in the yard screaming at each other. "My son is four years old. For the next few days, my mama let us both enjoy our first night"

"What first night? Nonsense," snorted Tarana. "Pick him up now. We're going there."