The Name Revenge

8

"You're crazy, huh?!" hisses Tarana set his thick eyebrow alloy. "One week? I could really kill you, Bian!"

Bian who incidentally rarely upset even began to feel the blaze ignited. "Is there no better word selection than that, Tarana? Every word that comes out of you is nothing good. It would be best if you just shut up now."

Tarana bones feel like they want to escape from the skeleton should be. Already played, even Bian told him to shut up again?

The vibration is getting stronger when Bian does not feel sorry after saying this. Ignored. It's not a positive feeling.

And the negative feelings that Tarana despises. "Bian Pramoko."

Bian still ignored him once more. Choosing to play a rectangular object that he signaled along with his breath.

Oh, and now the man is acting silent? Now then? Really now? When Tarana needs Bian to speak? "Master Pramoko!"

"It's at my parents' house. Keep your manners," Bian ordered annoyed. "I've accepted enough of everything today. No more noise from you. No more punching you. Don't cross the line, Tarana."

"You crossed the line, now you blame me?" Tarana was almost disdainful of disdain if not reminded by Bian. This one, made him think that he was in his own home. "You're such a shitty guy, Bian!"

"Do you know my love language, Tarana?" Bian asked shrill his glances sharply.

"What does this have to do with trying?!"

"There," said Bian flat. Focus again on the brightly lit phone screen. "You should have guessed it."

"You were so cute yesterday. How can I guess?" Tarana so grumpily endless. Already upset, plus the burden of the mind is told to guess love language. "Know. Whatever."

"Call it one." The man flat-faced. Peering from the screen of his phone looks Tarana. Feel it. Who told Bian to get dizzy with the inexhaustible behavior of Tarana? "I won't answer if you don't guess."

"It doesn't matter to me either" elak Tarana is lazy.

Bian lightly shrugged his shoulders. Grabbing the handle of a warm tea cup made by Kyla. "We're not going home then. Do you want to be a troublesome son-in-law on the first day of our wedding?"

Ctc!

The situation where he was stuck in an environment that wasn't his was always annoying. Trying to avoid it with all his might, in the end he who is entangled in invisible bonds.

Tarana misses his social environment first. "Words of affirmation."

"Neazar." The man raised the tail of his lips. "Am I a compliment?"

"You told me to guess!" exclamation Tarana geregatan. "I know you're a bitch, but cut back at least! How can your son survive with this kind of father?"

"You're not my son, but you're my wife. Obviously, you have to put up with me, because I am also holding back from acting against you" said Bian Long. "Physical Touch's. No wonder I love touching you, Tarana. That's how I express my sincerity."

But the problem is, Tarana is far from loving. He hated the man sitting opposite him, scrutinizing the violent behavior and agitation of Tarana. "You like to touch everyone, Bian."

"Not everyone, and enough to get there to bring up our past, Tarana. Don't accuse me of doing bad things every time you see me." Unknowingly, that one cup of concentrated liquid had already swallowed it all up.

The cup was placed again where it should be. With extra patience, of course. "I'm not as bad as you think. I can guarantee I'm better than that."

***

Tarana feels guilty for waking them up in the middle of the night to take care of her troubles. But his guilt evaporated again because this mistake should be bestowed on Bian, you know? "You're a bad old man."

Bian pulled Tarana's shoulders back. While her hand gently knocked on the door leaf to talk to Kyla who had yet to complete Tarana's request. "Tomorrow, Ma. Tonight we'll get here first."

"Eh, no," Kyla whispered. Approaching two newlyweds standing in the doorway. "You newlyweds. You better go home after Nataya's done getting ready."

"Tarana doesn't mind either, Ma." Immediately, the little wrist he invited was next to Bian. "Yes, right, Tar?"

Slightly cursing, almost hitting, but still able to carry out his obligation to smile. More or less that the greatness of Tarana can still force his arrears as smoothly as possible. "I-iya ... tomorrow only, Ma. Poor Bian has to drive this malem."

"Really?" kyla asked curled unsure. "Bian's room is routinely cleaned, anyway. But are you sure you want to stay here?"

"Yes, Ma. Not good also Nataya moved malem-malem this way. Nataya doesn't know me, either, Ma." It was polite enough for Tarana to be befell him this time. On the single mattress, the child who was on his back was asleep.

Where does the heart wake him? "What's wrong, Ma. I slept in Bian's room first. Mama's resting too, yeah."

The woman in her sleeping pajamas glanced back and forth. Not sure of both decisions. "Yes, Tarana, Bian."

"Sorry ngerepotin Mama malem-malem like this. I was shocked to finish. May Mama understand." Tarana's sassy arms gradually hugged Kyla within close range.

Fortunately, the hug was not simply ignored. Replied pretty well even though Kyla is a person who doesn't like hugs for formality. "What's wrong, Tar. It's just that Mama feels guilty if you just know later."

"I'm the same Tarana first, Ma," Bian told Tarana to take a helping hand. "Yeah, Tar."

***

Clack!

Bright lights decorate the ceiling of the spacious room. In recent years, Bian's black-and-white room wallpaper has been replaced by a calmer gold-silver color. Because of the birth of his son, of course.

The tiny mouth was open, for a short time. A moment later it has closed, closing channeling its immorality today.

It seemed, he was indeed too noisy these two days. Yeah .., he's gonna give tonight a privilege to the one he says, 'the quiet one'.

"You take a shower first. When you're done, wake me up" Bian said without seeing Tarana. "I wouldn't go too far in my parents' house."

"I don't have any clothes."

Again, Tarana seemed to have neglected her existence. Only a voice that Bian was able to reply to without seeing his form beside his bed. "Take a T-shirt or one of my shirts. We're just staying a day here."

"Can't you talk while looking at me?" Tarana starts to rattle cynical waist. "I feel neglected, and I don't like being ignored the most."

"I also don't like to be hit, but you hit me constantly" Bian replied flipping Tarana's words lightly.

"So, is this revenge?"