Bitter Tongue In-Law
45. Debates

Nuna looked towards the child. He slightly lowered his head to look at his son who was tugging at his shirt. With a gentle smile as usual, he nodded while offering to drive her.

"I can do it myself, I'm great." Cashel ran after that.

Nuna looked up intending to follow in the footsteps of the child, but all she got was Bian who was standing not far from her. The smile still lingering on her lips slowly faded as the look of her eyes that looked at Bian with her face flat looked at him without batting an eye.

Miss, I miss you so much

I think you're still near me

It's not easy for me to forget you

When I woke up from my sleep

Dadalis-when alone

What kind of joke is this? Why the song that plays must be after the condition of both of them who are equally longing?

No matter how crowded the atmosphere and the noise of the restaurant, the two humans who were still standing opposite each other were still silent with eyes that were equally unwilling to escape from each other.

Over time the two men were both teary. I don't know what made their eyes suddenly dewy. Nuna's tears were already dripping as Cashel's voice came back to her ears.

"Cashel, we're going home now." Nuna grabbed her son's hand and groped him quickly. He forgot the package and also Cashel bag that was still on the chair.

"Mother why? What was? Is there a bad guy? My bag mother is still there." Cashel continued to shout as he followed the footsteps of his mother who dragged him with wide steps.

While Nuna did not make any noise at all about her son's scream, all that was heard in her ear was Bian's voice constantly calling out his name and asking to stop.

Aware of Shanum still in his arms, Bian handed with the baby's origin to the employee who happened to pass in front of him.

"Nitip first. I have business."

Bian came back running, still heard in his ear Cashel asking for his mother to stop walking because her bag was still left behind.

"My mom's bag is still inside. I'll take it first." I don't know how many sentences were said by Cashel.

Nuna had just heard her son's words when he had climbed on the motorbike.

"Yes it's okay, then let nizar take it. We're going home now, you don't have a lot of money." Nuna started the motor and prepared to turn it around. But as if the universe was on Bian's side, when he had just turned the steering wheel, Bian's hand was holding him back.

"Please go home, I want to go home" Nuna said without seeing Bian's face. The woman was somehow avoiding eye contact with the man.

Bian did not budge. His hands were still at the end of the steering wheel and eyes were still staring at Nuna fixedly and deeply. Bian's facial expression was illegible. Whether which is more dominant, anger or longing that represents the look of his face and eyes.

Bian's silence upset Nuna. His mood is not good in addition he was the arrival of his regular guests makes his emotions unstable. A little angry, a little upset, and a little sad.

"Bian step aside or I get hit."

"No way."

Momentary silence.

"Mom, I'd like to grab a bag first if you're still talking long."

"Ja...."

"Yes, take the bag. It's not okay. Inside is safe. It was a food pack too, right? You take it at the cashier, yeah." Bian cut off Nuna's words even when she hadn't spoken a single word.

Cashel looked at his mother as if asking for her consent. But Nuna just stared at the expanse of parking lots filled with several vehicles because it entered lunchtime. With that alone Cashel already understood that his mother did not give permission for him to go in to take the bag.

"Why silence? Come on, take the bag. Later if your mother dies you go home, Om who will deliver. We're getting in the car."

Cashel is just a plain little boy like in general. Never been in a car his whole life made him a little tempted by Bian's offer. However, he suddenly remembered the message of his grandmother, grandfather, and mother not to be easily tempted by the offer of foreigners. The face that had originally appeared wanted to confirm Bian's offer, instantly turned flat.

Seeing the change from Cashel's face, Bian shifted his eyeballs towards Nuna.

"You never introduced me to Cashel? You never told me about me?"

"What am I telling you?" For this time Nuna returned Bian's gaze. "Let me go home."

"I'll let you go home after we talk."

"I don't want to talk to you, don't force me!"

Feeling unable to talk to Nuna, Bian racked his brain to keep them here, at least for a while longer. He wanted to talk to this woman a lot. He also wanted to know what made Nuna so cold like this to him.

"Cashel, is there someone waiting at home? Dad maybe." Bian deliberately asked like that to find out if the cause of Nuna disappeared and also this cold attitude is because she has a difficult husband.

"Bian shouldn't you ask that question."

"I'm going to your son. Why are you answering? It teaches children not to believe in themselves. Let him answer."

Bian looked back at Cashel who was still sitting quietly behind his mother.

"I don't have a Dad. Do you know where my name is?"

Bian then reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone. He fiddled for a moment and showed the flat screen to Cashel.

Cashel looked at the screen in front of him and glanced at Bian alternately several times. He wondered at once confused why there is a photo of his mother and a baby in his carrying. And more amazingly, this man he called Om how can he have a photo of his mother.

"This is a photo of you as a child with your mother. Om also has a photo of you fitting a baby. Om once carried you, so we know. It's not a stranger."

"Bian, since when did you take my picture secretly? That's called a violation."

"Let's go back inside, your bag is still inside, right? Let your mom come home alone, you'll take her home, okay. We know this from a baby, Cashel. The same fear om?" ahian did not heed Nuna's protest.

Cashel has not done anything yet, he is still digesting what happened. However, Nuna quickly clasped the boy's wrist in order not to go anywhere.

"Cashel, just now I asked you to massage Mom, right? Stay still in place, don't come down!"