Bitter Tongue In-Law
95. End

Cashel changed the look on his face after reading a letter from his real father. The first and last letter, the first and last birthday present, all seemed sad to Cashel as he stared at the two objects in his lap now.

The days that passed when he often with Arga now re-spin in memory.

"You sad, son?" ask Bian.

"Yes Dad. I just met Dad, but he's gone again. Even though Dad left me and Mom, I apologized and replaced him with blood. Just try not to give blood to me, what I will now there replace the position of Dad up there?" Cashel looked at his parents.

"Never talk like that, I don't like it, Cashel. I'll be mad if you talk like that again!"

"Sorry," said Cashel, looking down weakly.

Bian immediately reached out his hand to stroke the child's head. He knew it must have been sad to get a little snatch from his mother.

"All we can do now is just a prayer, a prayer for Dad. Cashel and Bian's father are the same. The difference is, Cashel still has a mother, still has Bian's father, grandmother, cluck, Dad already does not have. So there is something that you must be grateful for. It's sad, yes. Can you, can Cashel be happy for us again? Make Father Arga too. Honey aren't you the same as Bian's father?"

"It's a real shame."

"Yes, he hugged. I love you just as much as I love you. Although Mother's affection is the same Father is greater Mother, but for Father, anything related to Cashel and Mother is also connected with Father. You have to believe in me, even though I'm not your real father. I will give you an abundance of love that you have never had before. Always remember Arga's father's message. So sholeh's son." Bian kissed the little boy's forehead. A smile suddenly re-engraved on Cashel's lips.

"Thank you for being my dad. I love you too." The boy returned Bian's embrace tightly.

The night continued with stories and jokes. The crisp laughter of the three men under the saung shows that the three are knitting happiness in the hope that the laughter will always be there at all times and times.

Until finally they were tired and decided to rest themselves in their respective rooms.

"Mas," call Nuna when they get to the room and are ready for bed.

"What Honey?" replied the man while laying on his lap.

The spoiled attitude from Bian apparently made Nuna's smile appear. He stroked the top of the husband's head slowly while looking at the man below him with a deep look. Gaining such a gaze made Bian change his position to face the wife's stomach.

"Cepet is present in Mom's stomach, yes, son. Let me take advantage of being repotined when I ask for anything and slander you that this is your wish. Let Daddy stay up later too," said Bian rubbed Nuna's stomach with his head.

"Patience, Mas. Just a few days you became my husband when he wanted to ask me to be pregnant, yes, can not. You are a good man to be a husband and father. I'm sure, God will love you quickly because God knows, you are ready to be both. Ready to be a father and husband. God must have seen your and Cashel's interactions all along, so be calm and patient, Mom."

"Mas is still learning to be the best for you. If every time you go home from work like this, it looks like the cap will be gone," Bian teased.

"Mas, I'm sorry, yes, if there's any mention of Cashel hurting you. You must have been saddened by the talk of Cashel who wanted to print his photo with Arga. And forget your memories with him."

Bian immediately got up from his lie down and sat down beside the woman. Grasping her delicate hand and, "Mas is okay, if asked sad, yes there is sad. It's okay, honey. Cashel was a child, he would talk according to what he had in mind, he was still innocent. That's why Mas always said we should lead him with good things. His mind is like a clean paper, we scribble the paper with whatever is good. It doesn't matter if he wants what's most important to him in terms of positivity. Still things in good terms. As parents we can only support and lead if the wrong way. Don't think about things like this. We rest now, Madam Bian can't stay up late and have a lot of thoughts."

In accordance with Bian's promise to come to Bu Ningsih's house on holiday, they on Saturday morning were already on their way to get there. Along the journey filled with joy and happy stories. I don't know, they're like they're being blessed by God.

Once at the house of Bu Ningsih, the happiness and perfection of the family felt more complete and look real. They talk as if their relationship has never been a problem. Ms. Ningsih looked much better than a few days ago. He returned to his usual activities.

That two-day weekend they spent at Bu Ningsih's house. All the photos of Arga and Cashel are already Bian cantongi. They will print it on their way home. Bian has been arranging his heart since last night, that he must legowo with this little thing that Cashel did. He could no longer show his jealousy in front of Nuna so that the woman would not mind either.

"It's been a lot of play here, I'm glad you guys visited Mom like this."

"Goddess, Mom. We will come here often if we have time. Or if Mom wants to go to our house is also not a problem, say it with my wife, later let my driver pick up Mom. No trouble for Mom. We are family."

"Sure, I'll tell your daughter if you want to stay there. Be careful on the road, yeah. Hopefully you can quickly get more grandchildren," said Bu Ningsih stroking flat stomach Nuna answered aamiin by a couple.

"Son, this is a photo that you sent on your father's HP a lot. Want to print everything?" Bian asked as he looked at the screen photo of his phone. The car is moving slowly.

"No, ten."

"Not most? Later your room photos Dad all dong. Your photo doesn't exist."

"You're the same Dad. Later the same father Arga three, the rest of our photos."

Bian who originally lowered his head on the phone screen immediately stared up and shifted to Cashel.

"You want to print out your photos too?"

"Yes, why? If Arga's father gets something from me, Bian's father will. And more, because it's keeping me the same Mother, who makes me happy, who takes care of me, who raises me, who loves me a nice house, loves a big room, loves a big room, everything Bian's loving father. So Bian's dad got a lot of parts. Thanks for making me laugh again, Dad." Cashel hugged Bian's waist tightly.

Bian was moved by all the words from Cashel. He never thought Cashel would say that whatever Arga gave him, he would get it and more.

"Aja aja hugged, his mother not?" sela Nuna was jealous.

Bian immediately spread out his hands, the two humans were finally in Bian's arms.

...EXPIRE...

*thank you to those who have escorted Bian and Nuna to the end of the story, yes.sorry if there are many shortcomings in the story.Greetings and healthy for all of you 😘.

monggo play to Dave and Rinjani's house if you like ☺*