The Pride of an Ex
episode 3

"Wake, Al. Come on, let's go in" said Mama pulling both of my shoulders.

Baffled. The attitude of Papa who refused to talk to me made this self inappropriate to enter the house. But even to go I cannot. Papa brought Seila into the house.

There's no way I'm yelling for Seila from Papa. To force Papa to talk to me, I have no right.

Papa's mouth, I can't force it. Ah, I'm really confused.

"Alira, Come!" Mom pulled my hand back.

"But, Mah. Papa doesn't talk. He doesn't forgive Alira,"

"Ck, six years apart, have you forgotten your Papa's character? Didn't you hear what he just said?".

I shook my head in a sign of not understanding.

"Papa's got his men investigating your ex-husband, which means he's gonna make a calculation with that Nathan. Already, let's sneak in," said Mama again.

I started to move. Stand up and follow my mom.

These eyes look around the house. There was no significant change from this house.

The atmosphere, the location of the furniture was only slightly changed. And one more thing, the big photo that was plastered in the living room made me sing a smile.

"Why not take that picture down?"

Mama stopped stepping, glancing at the photo I pointed at. A picture of a family smiling happily.

Papa, Mama, My brother, and...I'm.

It was a picture before I knew love. Where this daughter is still a sweet girl who is obedient. Not a dissident like six years ago.

"What do you want to change? nothing has to change. That is true, and forever will be like that" chirped Papa who turned out to be standing not far from us.

Seila, who had been in her arms, now came down and stood with her hands in Papa's arms.

Right said Mama. Six years apart made me a child who no longer recognized the nature of his parents.

Forget, if Papa is not the type of man who likes to mince words. He was firm, tough, but, forgiving.

I walked quickly as Papa voluntarily opened his hands, allowing me to enter his warm embrace.

"Lad..."

"Stop crying. This is not the time to mourn. If you're here, it means you're Papa's responsibility again," he said, making me more hugs.

Long time I drowned the face of his chest that is still gallant. I stopped crying, but the regret grew when I felt their affection was still very sincere to me.

I feel like I'm the dumbest kid.

Neglecting blessing for an impermanent relationship.

Be self-aware if the blessing of parents is important. No matter how much love a couple, will not be able to match the true love of parents.

I've felt it myself.

"Mama... Ceila wants mam,"

I pulled away, taking off the hug from Papa's body. Staring at Seila's face that was just silent looking at me with sad eyes.

"Gosh, hasn't he eaten yet?" ask Papa.

I just remembered that I left Nathan's house without breakfast. Of course my daughter will feel her stomach rumbling.

"Geez, what is it to feed even one child that he is not able to?" papa said grumpily.

I understand where he's talking. Before Papa got emotional, Mama immediately carried my daughter to take her to the dinner table.

Mama also gestured me to follow her immediately without having to answer Papa's question again. It's not rude, but if you've been chatting, Papa will forget about time.

"Duhh Gusti. Neng Alira really came home?"

When entering the dining room, I was greeted by Bi Ijah who was none other than the household assistant in this house, the woman who always nagged if I woke up that afternoon turned out to have a lot of wrinkles on her face.

How bad I am to leave those I love.

"How are you, Bi ?" I kissed her hand. He was like a second parent to me.

"Good Neng. Oh, my God, this is Neng Alira's son?" Bi Ijah turned to stroking my daughter's head.

I just nodded to it. Bi ijah kissed my daughter's head with tears. Ah, the cry she did not disappear even though she was getting older.

"Already, Bi. Don't keep playing, let my granddaughter eat. Mending Bibi bought a snack of children to the supermarket, gih" said Papa possessive, reluctant grandson disturbed.

"Ih, I'll tell you first sir. Still want to see Neng Alira's son."

"Ngapain dilated? You didn't say it, she was beautiful. Dilara's descendant, that's it."

I'm still a spectator here. Papa's humor has begun to come out, although his expression still remains flat. At least, Papa still accepts me well.

"Yes sir, yes," said Bi Ijah passed.

We started to enjoy a late breakfast.

My heart was very sliced when I saw Seila eating so voraciously. He was really hungry, and enjoyed the dishes.

How not? Lauk here is not like the side dish we enjoyed at the Nathan's old house.

If Nathan's house first, we have to eat with a little side dish, but a lot of rice. While here, Mama gave a little rice with a lot of side dishes on Seila's plate.

It was very noticeable that Seila rarely ate a good side dish.

Even she ate so fast, made us stop feeding her food and just watch Seila.

"Mama. The chicken is a lot, if at home grandma, you can not eat a lot of chicken, later can be intestinal worms," chirped Seila made Mama and Papa immediately look at me fixedly.

I could only bite my lips to understand the meaning of that gaze. And I could see, Papa clenched his hand tightly until the veins in his hand were clearly visible.

Oh my God, it's so innocent my daughter. He did not know that the words he had just uttered would be a threat to his father.

"Oh, huh? Grandma said that?" ask my mother about my daughter.

"He-it..." Seila nodded as she muttered.

His eyes narrowed, because his mouth was full of fillings.

"Okay, soon those grannies will be like hot worms. Just wait," said Mama with a scary grin.

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