Bitter Tongue In-Law
72.

"There's guests?" ask Mr. Lukman flatly.

"You've seen Cashel before, but his Cashel is not home anymore. Here I want to go home. When I meet, I want to apologize as much as Dad and Mom. I know I'm late to say this. But I guess I should apologize even if it won't change anything." Arga tries to humble and greet both parents Nuna.

Nuna's mother who witnessed how Arga hurt her child could only hold back the anger in silence. The last meeting a few years ago apparently still stuck in his mind, the pain is still the same and the wound is also almost as wide as the child.

While Mr. Lukman welcomed Arga's hand despite putting on an ordinary face. Nuna's mother was the same, he tried to keep treating an Arga even though his son had been hurt in such a way. She always remembered her husband's message not to avenge someone's crimes by the same act. Just shut up and avoid the person, without doing anything the person will feel guilty and regretful on their own.

And it's actually true. After welcoming her outstretched hand, Mother Nuna immediately covered from the living room without saying goodbye. And it succeeded in making Arga unwell and more embarrassed. If only he had not felt the mountain longing for the child he would not have dared to show his face before Nuna and her family.

"Why feet?" Question from Mr. Lukman disperse Arga reverie.

"Ah, this just fell off the bike, but it's okay, just a small wound. Then excuse me to go home. Just say hello to Cashel." Arga resigned after that.

His feet hurt when he walked. However, as much as possible he walked normally so as not to cause concern for anyone who saw. Although he could not talk to the child, his heart was quite relieved to be able to give the gift he had prepared a few months ago.

"Where's nuna?"

"Maybe in the room, Dad. Arga briefly kept coming in."

"Why did he come here?" Mr. Lukman sat on the long sofa that had been occupied by Arga. Somehow he again asked about the arrival of Arga who had actually been explained by the man.

"You gave this to Cashel. Honestly, this is actually wrong, Dad. On the one hand I feel the pain that Nuna feels, but on the other hand I also feel compassion for Arga now. He said he wanted to talk to Cashel for a day. At least once in his life, he also gave this to Cashel to let him know his father. Even though he wasn't called Dad, he just wanted Cashel to know his father's face. I saw for myself just now how the changes were seen in Arga's physique. It has shown that his world has no purpose, his life could be just for his mother. He had said that if he did not want to marry again, he did not want to have children. For him, Cashel alone was enough even though he was never called father to son."

Mr. Lukman was silent and glared away. His ears were observant hearing the sentence from Bian but his mind was drifting out of nowhere. He never asked or suggested anything to his son about Cashel and Arga. However, being in the position of Nuna he never felt. Although his heartache is also equally gaping because his son was thrown away, it cannot be denied that Arga actually also has the right just to talk to the child.

"I can't answer, Dad. Even if Nuna and I get married later, I will leave all my decisions to Nuna. Arga had asked for help, but I could only work without giving him a promise to be able to grant what he asked. As I said earlier, I was confused and completely wrong. Did I make the mistake of trying to get Dad and the kid to meet?"

"Clearly wrong. You know how I fought alone, you still side with him? I'm your future wife, you should protect and take care of me including Cashel as well. You should want me, not him. I said I'm not allowed to, yeah. Don't try to persuade me!"

Nuna suddenly appeared and made a sound while holding back a cry. It was so obvious from her trembling voice and teary eyes. He returned to the back of the house after saying his protest words. Bian felt guilty for being too reckless and too quick to say that when Nuna's heart just felt happy.

Bian thoughtlessly pursued the woman he had just applied for one week ago. Nuna was about to leave the house through the back door, but she had not yet stepped out, her hand was blocked by Bian.

"Deliver! There you took Arga. Just a week ago you proposed to me and promised to make me happy. But not yet you already want me to make Ngabulin what you want Arga." Nuna was sobbing more and more and it made Bian much sicker than a few months ago when the woman repeatedly rejected him.

Bian pulled the hand of his future wife slowly and more tenderly. His other hand lifted up and wiped away the shed tears.

"You know I hate this, please beat me up first. Look at me," said Bian shifted Nuna's gaze to see it.

The woman stared at Bian.

"I don't mean you, honey. Why should I behave like that? I said that I was going to make you meet Cashel with Arga? No, right? You misunderstand, if the mood is not good, calm yourself first, yes. Don't do this. Time wants to be my wife is still amused, later I will not give pocket money. I'm crying, no reason for you to cry, hm?"

This is what makes Nuna increasingly fall for her former boss even though it is only a few days. The man is good at taking the heart of his woman. He can treat and balance the sometimes childish Nuna. Just need a touch and a soothing sentence, Nuna is back in Bian's arms.

"Sorry, yeah. I'm sorry I was wrong" said Bian stroking Cashel's mother's head slowly.