When My Wife Surrender
Narcissistic
🍀🍀🍀🍀Sorry if there is a typo, tomorrow I revised, because I only reread it once with eyes almost closed. Night 😴😴😴😴🍀🍀🍀🍀
With hesitation Rain stepped up, entering Sakha's house. His eyes looked, everything he had. However, the man did not come home to see him and his grandmother.
The pain was still there, the father who left him without even looking at him. Randy's? That was his identity first, before the Chrysanthemum was present in his life.
His fingers clenched, entering the quite large living room. Some old photos are on the walls and tables. Randy and Sakha, the boy who always cut his hair using a bowl by his father.
Still remembered clearly in his mind, someone who was not tired of looking after him. Eat with him, love him with all his heart. The motorcycle taxi driver who sometimes takes his son around the city, as a reward gets the first rank.
A good father behind their limitations, that's Sakha. Until everything changes, when the mother who never loved him goes with another man. Sakha was really devastated at that time.
But leaving his son to an old grandmother? Only one thing Rain is grateful for, is being able to meet and take care of the only people who love him sincerely. Even staring at that old face went to face him.
The photo of the grandmother was taken by him, released from his frame. It's in his pocket."I stole a picture of grandma" he murmured.
What did his father experience? He never tried to find it again before time repeated itself. But who would have thought, Sakha ended up killing herself, out of guilt for her mother and son.
Now that time has repeated itself, many things have changed. Many new things are revealed, about Chrysanthemum and himself, a married couple who should have died with their child.
Until Sakha stepped down the stairs staring at Rain who had been in her living room. A father and son staring at each other.
"What's wrong? I'm busy" said Sakha sitting on the sofa beginning her conversation.
"Where's your family?" tanya Rain sat on the sofa drinking a cup of tea that the waiter had previously served.
"I have no family other than my son" he replied, trying to smile.
No more than his son? Then what about the uncles and aunts in the village who used to drive him out. The siblings of his father who never visited Warijah. Letting himself and his grandmother sometimes endure hunger cannot buy rice. Only eat cassava leaf vegetables to prop up the stomach.
Fingers clenched their hands, while remembering the grandmother's struggle to fill their stomachs. Borrowing money from his own son? Warijah had done it, but instead was expelled on the grounds of having no money, equally distress.
An old grandmother who lived her granddaughter for a year, before finally closing her age. Maybe only the kind neighbors were on them first, willing to hang out the rest of the rice yesterday. It was given to them to cook.
Taking care of grandma? Little Randy tried his best. Massaging it every night, feeding their pet chicken, even the child was already holding a scythe at a young age. Help grow cassava and clean up neighboring land. I wish my grandmother wasn't too tired to be able to stay with me for longer.
But what power, fate said otherwise, the grandmother also left him. His once neglecting children, not caring for Warijah, sold the house before the grave of the grandmother dried up.
Her father (Sakha)? Probably the same, a father who does not care about his son and his own mother. The grudges and pain are still there. However, if this were to save the lives of Chrysanthemum and his future son, all Rain would do, even if he had to sacrifice his pride.
"I know your son's whereabouts" said Rain, taking a pastry in a glass jar, and then eating it."Pretty good," he muttered.
Sakha chuckled softly sighing harshly, "I won't be fooled, it's an old trick. There's even been someone claiming to be my son,"
"Don't prove anything, many children are also experiencing the same thing," replied Sakha trying to calm down. Actually, his hands were shaking, this young man seemed to know Randy very well.
"Specifically, she's phobic on*njing, can use both her hands to write left and right" Rain smiled, staring at the middle-aged man.
Absolutely information about his genius son Randy, a rare thing that can't be found in everyone. Use your left and right hands in a balanced manner. You can write using two pencils, with your left and right hands.
"Where's Randy?" he asked, his heart pounding fast, this time it was completely information about the whereabouts of his son.
"I will meet you with your son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter. But on one condition, help me deal with Santoso," Rain sighed harshly, if this is the only way to guarantee his life and his family, will be done by him.
"Holy? A granddaughter? Randy's married?" her tan smiled with tears unraveling, immediately wiped away by her. She is no longer alone, and even has a daughter-in-law and granddaughter.
Rain nodded, "If you want to meet them, I want to ask for your help, I want to keep my family,"
Sakha bowed for a moment, then laughed, "A rancid arrogant boy like you asked for my help?"
"Two people like you need my help to find your son?" tanya Rain tried to smile back at her father's insults.
"Two bangka? But can my face still love a celebrity in his 30s?" he murmured, trying to smile.
"You also call me a fair-faced, even though I am handsome from birth," Rain did not want to lose, but for a moment the young man smiled. Maybe if he, Chrysanthemum and his future son survived. Randy will return to his father, bringing his granddaughter and son-in-law to Sakha.
"Help me to face Santoso sincerely, wholeheartedly, not to take responsibility. I promise you won't regret it after meeting Randy later" he continued.
Sakha gave a rough sigh, knowing this intelligent young man was unlikely to easily divulge the whereabouts of his son. But only one question came out of his mouth."Does he still hate me?"
"I promise, after he comes home I'll ask him to forgive you. Randy will come home if you help me, I promise.." replied Rain stretched out his hand.
"Please take care of my son, as long as he hasn't come home yet" she asked, replying to Rain's hand.
There's nothing he can do anymore. Approved directly? Of course, it had been 20 years that his son had disappeared. There's not a single piece of information that's really on Randy. Even the information from his ex-wife was just ambiguous information.
But at the moment? Allergies, phobias, and special abilities? Even Melani is unaware of her son's allergies and special abilities. Just knowing about phobias.
But this young man seemed to know Randy like his best friend. One SD? SMP? SMU'S? Or a university. Maybe an orphanage? I don't know, but Sakha can smile now, knowing her son is alive, there will even be a daughter-in-law and grandchild. The house will be crowded.
"Randy's wife, definitely prettier than yours. My son used to be popular during Kindergarten, even in Elementary School as well. He inherited my good looks," said Sakha.
"Narcissus..."
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