
“I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I chose to avenge myself perhaps in a cruel way. But, you should know, Shan. You know what it's like to love a woman who should be hated. Enough me how love and revenge meet, miss and hate collide.”
Wiping tears at the index end, Rarendra breathed heavily from his blocked nose.
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“Why Mas not being forthright?”
Shanuella shed tears that had subsided while on the way to the house. His current feelings are difficult to explain. No jumble.
“I don't want you to get hurt, Shan. I've been crying enough all this time. Now it's time to laugh. Remember, your life is not just Blade. But, there's me and Lana. We ...”
“Today I searched for it and Mas just kept quiet?”
Bayu biting lips. His hands clutched tightly at the steering wheel, unable to answer. He was wrong, shouldn't have lied when Shanuella ran all the way here looking for Blade. He sinned, hid the truth and chose to take over the responsibility of keeping the young pregnant woman next to him.
“Since when knew he was Blade?” Shanuella was not satisfied to throw a question until he got a satisfactory answer.
“Since Daddy's death. I know he's Blade.”
“Why hide it? Though Mas knew ... if I and Lana needed it.”
Bayu who was driving the vehicle suddenly stepped on the brake pedal. The car slowed down and made a small shock. The squeaking sound of the tire colliding with the asphalt creates a noise that constricts the ears.
“You and Lana only need me, not Blade, Shan. Remember that. He's not who you are. I am .. husband and father of Lana. He just flashed a glimpse into your life. Don't keep it in your heart for too long. Like he said before, Blade is dead. If there was love for you. He in Rarendra never loved you. Remember that.”
Shanuella. Take a quick look towards Bayu. In the dimness, there was disappointment stored in the eyes of the man.
“Mas ...”
“Remember, five years we passed. Love may not exist, but we have memories together. Lana was born from our marriage, not Blade.”
“Mas, you why?” That question sounds so good. The wood looks different than usual.
Next hand breaks the grip on the steering wheel, then gently grips Shanuella's fingers that droop over the lap.
“I want to be in your sight, in your heart, and in your future. Please, don't throw me. If not love, at least for Lana's sake. The boy only knew me as his father. Don't give the other papa and it will confuse him. I love you, I love Lana too. If I'm greedy, I want both. But, if you don't allow it, just let me have Lana.”
“Mas?”
“Sorry, if all this time I have not been frank. I don't know for sure the motive for leaving you. I can work with other people. But, I chose her to protect you and Lana. We never know .. The grudge is still left or gone. Don't fall in the same hole. Love can, stupid don't.”
“Mas.” Shanuella's voice choked. “I don't know if I can fall in love again or not. But, what Mas has been doing for me and Lana, I must remember.” A faint smile on Shanuella's lips.
“Thank you.” Still clasping Shanuella's hand, Bayu leaned his body into the passenger seat next door. A kiss was draped on the cheek, then blinked his eyes.