Bitter Tongue In-Law
56. The Beginning of the Bian Struggle

After the serious chat, Bian covered Cashel in the living room playing with his gift toy. For a moment he was silent observing the little boy, his face was so similar to Arga's. However, even the slightest bit of the man did not hate him. Although in his heart he hated Cashel's father when he remembered the past.

The child looks painstakingly composing puzzles that Bian deliberately gives with various types of shapes.

"Need help?" bian asked sitting next to the boy.

"I can still. It's hard, but I can still finish it." Cashel only glanced at Bian and then refocused on the toy.

Bian tried to continue to approach the boy despite a slight change in his attitude. He remembered very well when he first chatted with Cashel, the boy was so friendly and asked a lot of questions. When he first drove Cashel to school at that time he believed that it could be close to a short time. But unfortunately, the togetherness apparently did not last long and had stopped for months.

"Is Cashel angry with Om?"

"No. Why should I be angry?"

"Keep from earlier why talk with Om do not see the face of Om. Still busy with toys."

"It's a little less. Awkwardly. If I wanted to be angry, I would have been angry when Om got angry with Mom until Mom cried."

"You're upset that Om is mad at Mom? I'm telling you why Om is angry."

"Yes, but because of Om Mother so sad continues. I don't like it when something makes you sad, let alone cry. Grandpa and Grandma always want me to make no naughty or make Mom sad. Mom just had me."

Bian's heart was sliced to hear the rows of sentences that entered his ears. He did not know that his anger at that time brought Cashel into a misunderstanding that should not have been. At such a small age, he did not hear a quarrel.

"I was wrong with you, I'm sure I'll apologize. Om not apologizing? Our grandmothers cannot forget three words in our entire life. Thank you, sorry, and please. Angry people should not last more than three days. Don't you know that?" cashel asked innocently.

The little boy laid down the house he had finished building. His gaze he maintained in Bian's eyes which also looked at him deeply.

"I can't get too close to strangers."

Again Bian felt sick to hear Cashel's words. He did not know that he would be this sick when considered by others and strangers by someone so precious to him.

"Om a stranger? Didn't you see that Grandpa was close? We're familiar, right? Time is so foreign, or you'll let Grandpa go for a walk. Try your permission. If we're allowed to go for a walk, yeah."

Cashel almost nodded his head, but a voice distracted him and stopped him from moving his head.

"Cashels. Room in!" Without further ado Nuna who was new to the house immediately ordered her son to enter the room. He had just arrived home and found his son with Bian making him a little surprised and reflex cold. Remembering he was struggling to forget his past.

Cashel without saying anymore moved from the middle room and into the room. Cashel's resurrection was followed by Bian, but the man did not go to the room, but walked to where Nuna was standing not far from him.

For a moment Bian did not immediately say, he examined the face of Nuna who showed non-acceptance.

"I don't like the way you are, Bian. What do you mean to take such people's children? What do you want?"

"You take a walk. Why do we have to worry about the little things? Besides I've been confused until now what I'm wrong until you think I'm the same. I will not ask to be my wife. I also no longer offered to be your husband. At least let me do what I want. I just want to continue the friendship that broke up."

Nuna remained silent. Don't ask me what he wants now. Nuna herself did not know and did not understand how to understand herself. Feelings and logic that run side by side make him confused and look stupid in front of Bian.

"If you think we have a problem. Our problems are enough in you and me. Cashel don't, you can hate me, but don't forbid Cashel to like me. I know you're his mother, you know what's best for him. But the best you think is not necessarily the best for him. And one more thing, I know you're his mother. But that doesn't mean you're never wrong in educating him. You can be a single parent, you can be a mother and father at the right time, but do not forget male Cashel, the father figure is also important to be a reflection of how to treat women. Practice is more important than theory. I'm not saying this to ask you to be my wife, just to realize that you're not always right."

Bian then left in front of Nuna. He deliberately showed his cold attitude as before. He felt that if he showed his soft side, the woman would never be aware of his feelings