White Eagle Sang Praja Bekti, Aksa Gavin Praja Bekti

Papa's Call

In a house that is quite private, Alex awaits the arrival of Marcel calmly. The fatherly look on his face made Alex look even more handsome.

For a few days, Alex tried to calm down. Now, after Dion managed to persuade Marcel, the boy was finally willing to fulfill Alex's request to talk together.

The sudden cloudiness came with the accompanying spatter. Alex was still faithfully waiting even though Marcel was already forty minutes late. If Marcel had made him tell all day, Alex wouldn't mind.

The door opened from the outside, revealing a bodyguard escorting Marcel in. Marcel was seen flicking off the tip of his hoodie, probably due to a drizzle.

"Marcel." Alex welcomes Marcel and stands up.

"Yes." Yeah." Marcel sat down as Alex hinted for him to sit down immediately.

"Sorry, I'm late. I'm here with a paddle bike." Marcel said with a smile. Unfortunately, Marcel's smile was just a fake. A camouflage to keep Alex from seeing his disappointment, Dion said, even if Alex was guilty in the past, Alex is still his biological father who must be respected.

"No why. What do you want to drink? I'll order it." Reveal Alex.

"I just want a hot drink."

The atmosphere was silent, making Alex and Marcel equally awkward.

"How are you, Marcel?"

"good. Then, what did you call me here for?" Marcel asked in a flat voice. For some reason, Marcel was like a faltering middle.

"I want to talk to you for a minute. Wait a minute, I want to know a lot about you." Reveal Alex.

"About what? Take this for granted, Alex. Just tell me what we should talk about for our meeting this time." Marcel revealed, making Alex look fixed Alex.

"Don't you have the urge to call me papa?" Alex asked.His eyes softened, no longer full of wrath at all.

Alex could only duck and throw his face away. His mother was still in pain, though it was already somewhat better than before.

"Sorry." Reveal Alex later.

"Don't apologize to me, pa. Apologize to your mother you've hurt. Most of his life, he spent wailing when he wasn't with him, or at work. Tell me, what will you use as a guarantee to atone for your sins?" Marcel said later.

"I know, I don't know if your mother was really pregnant with my son at the time." Reveal Alex again.

"Already, pa. I've come according to your invitation, yes even though I'm late. So tell me, is there anything else important?"

"Is that what you hate about me, Marcel? If fate hadn't played me like this, you would have grown into a child no less affectionate than me as a father. It's just, you should have judged it more wisely. I also want to have a son long ago, if you want to know. Tell me, now tell me, what you want from me, I'll do as a ransom from me, just so you don't ask me to leave my wife."

Alex's eyes were sad, hinting at the pain in his heart.

"That's why I came here to invite you, son. Give me a chance to fix everything, all my past mistakes. I'm ready to give you anything, anything you want."

Marcel shook his head dramatically for a moment, as he heard Alex's words clearly.

"Unfortunately, even though papa belongs to the rich who say classy, in fact papa is nothing more than a parent who only looks and judges everything nominally. I don't need anything else myself. Even I've grown up with the love spilled over from Dion's father and Nora's mother. Forgetit. Let's just be normal when we meet each other. I just want, everything is fine and I will follow all you want papa, including papa's call. Just please don't overdo it."

"Why?"

"Let's close the old story, and let's just be normal after this. Let's just say I'm just a Mr. Kara class."

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