Marrying My Brother's Fiancee
EPISODE 122 COLD MEETING
Sarah stood nervously in front of a cafe, her legs suddenly glued to the courtyard of the building.
"Your father will be waiting for you at table number 5..."That's what Raka said when she dropped him off.
"Will I know him?" the question felt so strange in his own ears. He didn't even keep a photograph of his father.
But not surprisingly, since childhood no one mentioned about his father, even the father who is the father's brother never once talked about the man who had left him since he was born.
"You'll know him, because he's your father."
"What did he actually tell you when he met you that day?" sarah asked Raka, she really wanted to know why her father had suddenly come looking for her after all these years.
"He'll tell you." Raka smiled a little.
"But you can tell me first, so that I know how I should behave." Sarah's Law.
"No, honey, I don't want to steal the moment a father and son meet after a long time without seeing." Raka insists on refusing to tell her about why Raka's father met her the other day.
"Darling, don't make me go awry" Sarah lamented.
She had encouraged him to meet her father after hearing everything that her husband had said about how to accept and make peace with the past so that he could move into the future with that soul quieter.
But it still feels so hard to do. It's not as easy as flipping your palm to talk to people who have hated our existence since we just opened our eyes to meet the world.
Sarah turned to the parking area, Raka's car had simply vanished.
"I'm just driving you there, because I have business that can't be delayed at the same hour. I'll pick you up two hours later." That's what her husband said before he left.
Sarah took a breath, all her might she stepped in and told a cafe waitress that she had an appointment with someone at table number 5.
" Yes, ma'am.you were waited for half an hour ago." the cafe waiter said kindly.
Sarah was shown a table in the corner.
A broad-shouldered person with partially silvery hair, wearing a kind of leather jacket was sitting down in a sitting position to his back in the direction of Sarah's arrival.
Sarah steps like a bride who is walking towards the altar, so slow and impressed doubtful. His chest was pounding incoherently, more than first expressing his feelings for Raka.
For a moment Sarah stopped behind the man who was unaware of his arrival, trying to regulate his breathing which suddenly felt tight.
Then with a big heart Sarah headed to the chair across the low cafe table, where there were two small round sofa chairs placed face to face.
the man raised his face, and this was the first time Sarah had seen the man claiming to be her real father.
For a moment the two of them stared, Sarah was really stunned to the look that was probably between 50-60 years old.
The eyes were black, although not as black as Sarah's eyeballs, her hair was black and silvery white spread to part of her face that looked unshaved. The nose is sharp with thin lips, again not as similar as the slightly sensual lips of sarah.
There were a few thin lines arranged on his forehead, and wrinkles on the corners of his eyes.
Sarah was speechless to paint a face she could never describe in her dreams if she tried to string up longs in her childhood years ago.
"Sadly..."His lips opened slightly as if mumbling, his eyes did not blink, then the still-dashing body woke up from his seat.
Sarah raised her face, along with the body standing in front of her. He was tall and no one could deny the rest of the good looks of youth were still so attached to him.
"You want to meet me?" Finally there was a sentence coming out of his throat but a question that was so strange and unusual.
He did not know who to call this man in front of him, whether papa's father or some other such call, and his mouth simply called "you" to the man who had shed his blood in Sarah's body.
The heavy sigh and the reddened facial expression welcomed Sarah's question. But she seemed to understand, this girl did not know how to behave to him, even though a great deal of sadness and guilt was on her face.
"Yes..."His fingers moved squeezing the palm of his own hand, as if wanting to greet even hug but he could not do so looking at the beautiful face that was like a photocopy of his wife in the past, so flat without expression
"How are you?" Sarah thrust her palm, showing the intention of shaking hands, so formal and rigid. The meeting was so cold and awkward.
"Well..how about you?" His father replied in a voice no less his feet, the two interlocking palms were equally cold.
"Very good..."Sarah answered in a trembling voice.
Whether it was the emotions they deserved, the two fathers and sons who had never met without knowing each other stood face to face like two strangers.
With a slight gesture Sarah's father allowed Sarah to sit down. Sarah followed, sitting across from her father.
As the atmosphere became silent, they just looked at each other, not knowing where to start.
"Sarah, thank you for coming here." Said his father in a slightly raucous voice.
Sarah did not answer, as if she wanted her ears to keep recording every voice of this person. His chest became increasingly tight, his eyes became hot as if he had just been contaminated with steam from onion slices.
"Aren't I supposed to come?" Sarah's question sounded trembling .
"No, it's not, son..."Sarah's father went wrong.
Sarah's eyes blinked at the word "pnak" that she just heard, how pleasant and painful to hear that one word from the person who should have been fondling and calling her that.
"I don't blame you at all for hating me. That's very fast I accept. I've abandoned you for so long."The father could not hide the great sin on his aging face.
Sarah did not say anything, but her eyes could not be separated from the man who was holding her tears.
"I just really want to see you, these last years I've been haunted by the shadows on your mother's face and the baby I left behind, to the point that it feels like my breath is suffocating at every thought." Sarah's father said as he lowered his face, his hands clenched.
"Even I just found out that the baby I left 25 years ago, was named Sarah. As a father, I didn't even give you a name before I left. I'm not really worth calling dad." His voice stammered, he felt like he was just talking to himself.
Momentary silence.
"Why are you looking for me now?" Suddenly Sarah broke into silence, with a flat tone and a glare so sharp, the question rained down to the heart.
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