The Secret With Bad Boy

Everyone has regrets

At the same time, Frea was bowed languidly before the father who he made a rage. “Sorry I pih,” her voice sounded trembling holding back a sorry cry after she told me everything.

A few minutes ago, Atla just heard a confession from her daughter. Frea unequivocally admitted all the things he had done so far behind his father. He also reveals the reason why his money is always running out, why he asked Atla to defend and redeem the thugs from the law, to the reason Demian was sick because he was beaten by the thugs he paid. Everything Frea recognizes as his actions that have dared to play around with an act of crime.

“Do you know that this has entered into a criminal act? You know that this can drag you into jail?!” atla's voice echoed beside her large, spacious study. The man stared inexplicably at a princess he had raised with great affection.

Frea could only be stunned by the trembling body and the tears that fed the river. This was the first time he had received great anger from his father who had always been on his side.

“Tau Pih, therefore I'm sorry.” Frea rested before her father, whom she had angered. He did not know what to do, he just followed Kala's orders to admit his mistake.

Atla was upset and angry. He did not expect that his daughter could think petty and evil like this. He was very disappointed, as were Yudhishthira and Imelda who were also disappointed in their proud son Demian.

“So this is what you did all this time?” Yudhishthira stared intently at the frightened face before him. His eyes are still barking at the child who makes his emotions not restrained.

He still does not expect that a Demian to commit an act that violates the law and can harm himself. Compared to Kala, he was more disappointed in Demian who had betrayed his trust. All this time he had always been proud of Demian in front of everyone. It doesn't matter if Demian is just a child. He loved Demian more sincerely than his affection for Kala.

“Sorry Demi, Pah. By nyesel.” Demian could only bow before Yudhishthira who was very disappointed.

The man did not chim in, he chose to hit his desk so hard that Demian and Imelda were stunned with their hearts almost dislodged. This is Yudhistira's greatest anger. He was very disappointed in Demian. He maish did not think that Demian could devise a crime that turned out to attack him. More unexpected if it turns out that all this time Demian deliberately reported the no-no to him about Kala. He cornered Kala with many false reports that made Yudhishthira even more angry with his son.

“Why are you doing this the same Kala hah, WHY?!” The man shouted loudly in front of Demian, like he wanted to swallow the son round and round.

“Mas,” Imelda tried to approach and hold Yudhistira's hand which floated into the air about to slap Demian.

“DIAM!!” Yudhishthira shook his hand. He did not like Imelda to interfere and always defended his guilty son.

“Because I envy Kala Pah! I'm envious!” demian shouted truthfully. His round eyes shed tears. The teenager looked at Yudhistira with red and wet eyes.

“Kala has a well-rounded family that she has always been proud of. Great father, good mother. A quiet and peaceful family. While me? I got what? I just have an ex-dad who always tortured me and intimidated me. Also a mother who weeps day and night for lamenting her life. Me,”

Demian's voice got stuck in the middle of his sentence. His body trembled and collapsed. He cannot stretch his sentence. Everything was too stifling and painful as he repeated to remember it.

Yudhistira's disappointment was not less great. Feelings gathered in his chest and waited for him to overflow.

“I once felt like I failed to have a child like Kala. Dissenting, stubborn, troublemaking and I assume he killed someone. But in fact, my biggest failure was to love a child who never respected and respected me. You let me down Demian. Very disappointing to me! And I regret ever comparing you to my son.”

The words of Yudhishthira sounded slow, but full of emphasis. It could be seen clearly that this man was very disappointed and angry. He also regretted because all this time he always listened to his son's complaints about Kala.

“Im sorry Mom, Dem. Forgive Mamah.” Only that sentence could Imelda say with tears in her eyes. She felt she had become a failed mother to her son.

Demian was just fixated, not chimed in. Judhistira prefers to look out the window. Staring at the flying larons around the yellowish-colored pinjar lamp. Yes that's how larons are, they only come when they need a glow of light.

At his residence, Kala just arrived. He was greeted by his mother who was waiting for him in the family room. "Mama's son just got home?" welcome Bertha. He moved from his place, put his glasses and reading books and approached his favorite son.

She smiled a little at her mother. Bertha's close-up at once gave him a kiss on Bertha's forehead that began to wrinkle.

"How are you doing today?" Suddenly his son asked sweetly, making Bertha look up at Kala. Can't believe it seems that the anxious question was uttered by his son.

"good. Tumben son Mamah very sweet. Em, her body also still smells of perfume. Having a girlfriend, huh?" Bertha teases Kala who rarely opens the opportunity to have a warm conversation like this. Only now does Bertha feel that her son is back.

"Emang, if Kala has a boyfriend, Mamah will get it?" The teenager broke her arms from Bertha and looked at her mother's face curiously.

Bertha smiled slightly at the question of her son. Covered one side of Kala's face that warmed and met with redness.

"Where might Mamah not have the son of Mamah related to the girl who makes Kala so happy?" Patted on Kala's cheeks as he looked at a pair of eagle eyes that often reminded him of Yudhishthira. See, the teenager smiled, rubbing his nose that suddenly felt itchy because of wrong behavior.

"Same Mom's story about the girl while we ate. I haven't eaten, have I?" Bertha looked very enthusiastic.

"Not yet." Kala nodded with a smile. He did not have dinner and it turned out the right choice, he could have dinner with his mother.

"Then, come on, let's eat while talking." Bertha excitedly drew Kala to the dining table. The tall body followed in the footsteps of the mother. They sat facing each other and threw smiles at each other.

Kala's phone rang and when he checked it turned out that there was a name Yudhistira who called him. Kala chose not to answer the call and put his phone upside down. Not long after, Bertha's phone changed which rang. The same caller and the woman ignored the call of her ex-husband. He wants to have a quiet dinner with his son.

"So, who's that girl?" While spooning rice to her son, Bertha took the time to ask. Kala could not hide her timidly mixed happy facial expression. Bertha could not wait to hear her son's story about the girl who made Kala always smile and happy.

It seemed, they had already begun to be happy with their choice to live alone and ignore someone who was insignificant and was regretting their actions. That pain is ignored by someone we love.

"He, named Kinanti." The sentence became the beginning of a conversation Kala who told who the girl was. Bertha prepared to listen, because it seemed like her son's love story, romantic and exciting.

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