The Thornless Rose

The Thornless Rose
Chapter 12's



Tired of the Rose crying, never like this, it is common for mother to treat him like a stranger, but this in public, Rasya has certainly seen everything. It doesn't matter who the man is with his mother. But Rasya, her future husband, who will be part of her family as well, Rawar does not want to kaluarga Rasya know all.


Something that he shut down, as bad as his mother, how bad the family treated him, Rose wanted no one to know what he was going through.


Don't want to find out why he was treated differently, no matter what reality his family was hiding. None of this will change the course of his life. Whatever the reality was would only make him even more sick, he was already too tired.


Hix...


Hix...


The clear thread doesn't stop flowing, "Mother, please change, I love you, don't make everything open, no matter what happens please, stop.."


His shoulders shook, sobs he could not stop. He was afraid that something bad would happen to his family. Undeniably, something bad that is kept tight will be revealed by itself. Roses do not want their families to be known badly by others.


It is not easy for him to live it all, but he enjoys the journey of his life.


Since the Rose restaurant did not stop crying, Chio was lucky to be there, he could not imagine, if Rasya who drove him home, in a state of bad mood, Rasya will certainly say spicy words, Roses will not be able to listen to others say bad things about his family, while they do not know the true story.


"I'm more convinced that you are not really a part of them, Rose, where a mother treats her own child that way. Oh, my God, I didn't think it out". Chio.


Chio is having a meeting with his client, the same restaurant as the Rose.


Actually Chio was finished first, but he wanted to make sure the Rose arrived home safely. He is suspicious of Rasya's indifferent attitude to the Roses. Chio watched them from afar. He who had only heard a few stories about his friend's life, now saw directly with his own eyes, all the more painful than he heard, Rasya's attitude, he said, vivi's mother's attitude and her good mama Rasya.What is the Rose's heart made of? until he can face everything.


If that happens to her, Chio may prefer to leave the house rather than live a tormented life. All the wicked and wicked plans were taught, but the Rose refused. "Let everything happen, until I close my eyes, all will be buried with my body, whatever it is, maybe I will have to make amends for what others have done, so I have to live it all, he said, not all wrongs must be accounted for."


Upset, Chio is very upset, Rose must rely, but if Roses want to fight, Vivi's mother will also not do as good as her eyes.


Chio can't do much, at the moment he can only support all the Rose's decisions.


Tired of crying, the rose finally fell asleep, but the sound of knocking on the door made her wake up again. His head felt throbbing dizzy, he who was just about to fall asleep was forced to open the door, "who is it? no one usually knocks on my room.


Roses sculpting, this he did not see wrong right, who now stands in front of the door of his room is papa.


"Lad...". Wiry


Papa Marcel was no less surprised, finding the eyes of the Rose swollen, what happened, to make the Rose cry like this? he wanted to pull the Rose in his arms, listen when his son was in trouble, wipe his tears, his outstretched hands he had to pull back, "It's time for dinner" said papa coldly without expression. Covered awkwardly, he who never interacted with his daughter. Papa turned around to go to the dining table.


"Roses aren't hungry, you guys go first". His voice sounded hoarse, typical of people who had been crying, actually Rose wanted to join, this was the first time, papa came to his room, offered dinner together, but he did not want to meet Vivi's mother.


The body that had turned, now had to turn back, staring at the sad face of his daughter "Does papa come in?"


"Huh...?"


Did he not hear wrong? what is the effect of crying until the ears are troubled?


"Why can't you come in?" repeat papa, because the Rose just pecked, didn't give him in.


Not answering, the Rose just shifted the body to give access to papa in.


Papa Marcel swung a step, the first time for him, entering the Rose's private room, he circulated his gaze the entire corner of the room, nothing special from the Rose's room, nothing special, rooms with all-white shades only have king-size beds, facilities that Vivi's mother gave, and a dressing table on the left side of the bed, bookshelves attached to the walls, look very comfortable, and the room is very comfortable, because it is placed on the side of the window, and there is a lounge chair, which is commonly used for the Rose to read.


Papa stood in the window, flicking his curtains, the first sight to be seen was the rear swimming pool, as well as a small house for resting ART. Papa let out a long sigh, his chest felt tight, his hair bristled, the guilt was getting worse, all this time the Roses were watching them from here, if they held a family event.



Source; google interior design


"Rose angry at papa?".


The rose still standing on the doorstep was stunned by her papa question.


"Why is my dad asking like that?"


Nyess...


The question behind him made him feel guilty, regret useless, twenty-five years, Rose grew without his care and affection, but her son grew up to be a good girl, although not the answer to his question, but it was quite clear, that the Rose never got angry with him.


"Lord. forgive me.." Please.


Papa lifted his head, dispelled the tears that were about to fall, embarrassed for him to apologize, admitted all his mistakes.


"You'll soon be the wife of a businessman, don't forget papa"


What is this.?, forgive the shameless papa dear.


The rose approached, standing not far from Papa Marcel.


"A rose may ask for one thing pa?".


Papa Marcel turned his body, facing the Rose, watching the face of the Rose, wondering what the Rose would ask for. Papa's heart pounded, timidly if Rose asked about him, why he was treated differently to Marvin.


"What's that?"


"The rose wants to send the Rose's friend to school, is that okay?".


"For whom?"


"For a Rose friend, is that okay?" ask again to the point.


"Why don't you ask for a wedding present?"


"Moses can ask for it?"


"Sure!!"


"The Rose of pa..."


Papa's blood seemed to stop flowing, his body was trembling, this should not be a request, his whole life had never done this to the Rose, papa's legs felt weak.


Roses immediately splashed, hugging the body of papa Marcel who was sculpting, he sobbed there... His body trembled violently, telling him, if he really wanted this.


That's what papa Marcel felt.he couldn't breathe, oxygen seemed to be unable to breathe, his mouth could not say anything, he could not express his feelings at this time, he could not express his feelings, his sin, the Rose who knows nothing must feel all this suffering.


Doubtful papa raised his hand, hugged his daughter's body, papapun can no longer stem his heart, the tears came down without being asked, both washed away in a heartwarming atmosphere.


From behind the door, Marvin saw a scene that made his heart feel sad and happy. He was waiting for papa to eat together, wondering what happened, until his father never came. He also decided to approach the brother's room, but what he saw was a heartwarming sight.


Quite relieved, it turns out papa has opened his heart to the Rose, although still terbesit curiosity, why do they do that to his brother?. The thought of the Rose that was not her brother.


Ahhe...


The adult mind is hard to understand. He decided to go back to the dining table, he better eat first, his stomach was impatient, considering the sweet sour shrimp with smoke that was still steaming earlier.


"Ehh.. Mama's home?" his eyes glared, looking at the mama who was already sitting.


"Where are you from? why haven't you eaten? where's papa?"


"Mama's a habit, if it's wholesale"


In the spoon of rice, then shrimp, but when he wanted to take vegetables, he saw the mama who moved from his seat, he said,


"Ma.. Marvin had a gift for mama." put the plate again he had filled.


She took mama Vivi to the family room, Marvin did not want, mama ruined the moment papa and Rose.


"Do you have money?" mama asked when Marvin told her to sit on the couch.


"Why doesn't Marvin have money? the question of the mother was strange, had a mother as rich papa, could not be mama mamarin Marvin so loose"


"Until when do you think, cepet office, mama will prepare all, transfer ownership of shares and companies on your behalf"


"Casual ma, Marvin time is still a lot, if Marvin lives until his age, when Marvin is still thirty years away" he replied casually, not with mama, mama glared at the answer of his favorite son.


Mama folded her arms around her chest "You sure can live to be five years old, what if you get hit by a car tomorrow"


"Astaghfirullah ma... mama nukahi Marvin?"


Marvin was surprised, but he knew mom was just talking.


"Everything, quickly you go to the office, emang said you are easy to build a business, all is not as easy as you think, mama and papa it took decades, so that our company advanced as it is now"


"Ma.. mama will have a rich besan, she will certainly help us, there is no way that she biarin business made of coleps, let alone in-laws brother Rose, I think she loves very much the same sister, brother, he'll help us, Mama don't worry"


Mama Vivi sucked Marvin's mouth original, anxious, her son now talk a lot.


"Why are you here, why don't you eat". Papa Marcel's voice made mama Vivi and Marvin look over.


"Where's the papa from? mama's waiting for papa from earlier, has finished the soap opera crying?"


Marvin was surprised, why did his mother know?. While papa was relaxed, he did not respond to his wife's question, he walked towards the dining table.


They eat without Roses, Marvin no longer chattering, mama Vivi's face creepy, more than Susana's face. The silence added to the horror Marvin felt, until he forgot, about the gift for his mother.


Marvin Pradipta's



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