Trapped by the Love of Leaning
Who is he ?
"Capek huh?" shirleen asked, a tired streak clearly visible on her husband's face, maybe the office job this time really drained the husband's mind she thought.
"A little bit!" said Jason,
"Are you asleep?" ask again.
"Today, Ipah's staying over, she's sleeping in Brother's room!" answer Shirleen.
Jason then grabbed the towel that Shirleen had provided and then went into the bathroom.
Flushing his body with cold water, cooling his head which was tired, thinking about his Papa company at the end of the destruction really made his brain work more extra.
On the other hand there is a sense of resentment in his father, but on the other hand there is also a pity that he can not deny, and the other half he tried to think realistically that in business all that could happen, it could happen, there are only two companies, actually there is no harm if he goes forward, but his humanity is still moved, because it turns out without Jason realized he was not cruel first, but he was not cruel first, who will never care what happens to the people around him, he who only knows his pleasure without ever thinking about the fate of others, but that was before he decided to change.
"It's not my fault!" he mumbled slowly, while pulling a little bit of his hair, he was worried at this moment.
He continued to bathe, after he finished dressing his body with a towel, but when he wanted to get out he found a face in the mirror.
A face very similar to the person he hated, but unfortunately he could not do anything.
"Why do you ruin my life, when I need you, but you seem blind to deaf ears never think of my feelings." he lamented at the reflection of the face in the mirror.
"Lo is a real bastard, you should love me, you should take good care of me, it's not like you ever told me that to get a Jason even you have to wait for ten years."
"Gue kangen, I miss the moments of my childhood that I still remember, where even though you do not care and there is always no time but my life is still normal."
"At that time I can what, squirming every day Mama belain me but you even every day also ngajakin Mama fight, I can what, I can not stand the debate, I can't stand the debate, I'm not old enough to accept that."
"And now when I have everything, when I can show me more than you, why can't I do it, why can't I make your life suffer like what you did to me, huh, lo bastard, lo poor Papa, you deserve to be hated."
Jason covered his face, rubbed rough, if you may choose he did not want to look like his Papa, because every time he saw a picture of himself, he would feel hatred for the Papa instead of love.
"Why are you doing the same thing as me?" Jason lamented his fate, only by his solitude could he share his problems, with Shirleen he rarely shared, as he did not want to make Shirleen think much about her problems.
"Lo took my precious life, a childhood that unfortunately I can not buy with money, not me, but lo, you are the cruelest person Adrian Cakrawala."
Jason was still staring, he was staring at the image of himself in the mirror, his eyes were heating up really he was missing his Papa.
Every time he misses, he will be like this, unable to accept the fact that it was his father who ruined his life, destroying his childhood.
"By.." came a call from outside, I don't know how long Jason's been in the bathroom, but obviously his wife must be worried.
Jason wiped away his slightly dripping tears, neutralizing his feelings to look fine in front of his wife.
Ceklek, the door is open.
"I'm a little sleepy By, I fell asleep in the bathtub." Jason seemed to know what was about to come out of his wife's mouth.
Shirleen nodded in understanding even though she was reluctant to believe it.
"Yes, it's been tonight, a piece of change, it's been ready I'll catch a cold if long in the bathroom" Shirleen said.
"Yes By!"
Jason then put on the clothes that Shirleen had prepared, it was true that he was a little cold, I don't know maybe because his feelings were chaotic he was not aware that he had abandoned his body.
"Papa dear Brother!" he said he briefly peeked Jacob's chubby cheeks, before then headed to the bed to rest his body.
Shirleen was still in the bathroom, she performed the ritual before going to bed, she saw only a little wet bath, absolutely no sign of people having finished bathing in it.
"He lied!" shirleen muttered, then stepped out of the bathroom.
My husband is not okay, he does not usually go straight to sleep like this, although tired but he is always waiting for me to sleep.
Shirleen feels suspicious of her husband, suspecting that something is being hidden by him.
She walked over to Jason and then kissed the long forehead of her husband, "Good sleep baby, today is tiring yaaa, I love you By!" said it.
Shirleen then sees Jacob in the baby box, the baby is also slumbering, she also begins to lay down beside Jason, sleep, tomorrow is a new day.
Jason felt unsettled, he dreamed, in his dream his father came to him in a very sad state, kneeling at his feet and saying sorry repeatedly.
Jason was still silent, he still could not accept the apology easily, even though the Papa had begged so much, that he cried so stiflingly.
He was about to leave his Papa in solitude, but a tiny hand stopped him by tightly grasping one of his fingers, "Papa!" call the owner of that hand, a face very similar to his wife but a male version.
Jason smiled, he lowered his head to align himself with the boy. "Papa's not gonna be a bad Papa, is he?" ask the boy, Jason thinks he's about three years old, but I don't know.
"No dear, if I may know, are you my son?" jason asked, in his dream he was sure that the figure was his son, the child who was in the bladder of Shirleen.
"I won't bother Papa and Mama when my sister and I are born, but can you promise me something?" said the boy.
"Eemm, promise, what promise?" ask Jason.
The boy moved away from Jason and began to draw closer to his Papa Jason, he took Mr. Adrian's finger and gestured to follow him, Mr. Adrian mun said, and it turns out that the boy brought her to Jason's face again.
"Will you promise me this?" the boy asked, Jason's hands and his Papa's hands clasped together, the boy smiled sweetly, Jason so did not have the heart to refuse his request.
"Now that I am sure I will be born into the world, my Father will not be a bad Papa." The boy blinked one eye, just like what Jason always did when he used to tease Shirleen.
"He's really my son." muttered Jason, but unfortunately a bright light distracted him, still clasping his Papa's hand he could see the boy had gone towards the bright light that dazzled his eyes.
"Where are you going?" ask Jason.
But there was no answer, the boy was getting away from leaving him, regardless of his calling.
"Where are you going, my dear?" jason shouted louder.
"Don't, don't go!" say Jason again.
"Don't stay here, I'm not satisfied looking at your face, don't, don't go..."
"More, baby, Papa's still missing..."
"Don't..."
"Don't..."
"Don't go..."
"By... Hey, hey By, hey, it's me, get up..." Shirleen shook her husband's shoulder rough. A cold sweat drenched her husband's face, and it was possible that he was having a nightmare, and then who he was not told to go to, whom he called my dear inner Shirleen.
"Huh, huh, huh..." Jason awoke from his dream, he saw Shirleen with a confused face, just spontaneously Jason immediately hugged his wife, the dream is not too bad but still dreaming of someone who has not been born into the world it feels far from normal.
"What's up By, calm down there's me?" ask Shirleen.
"Hah hah, By, I'm dreaming!" Jason.
"Yes I know, don't think about it." Shirleen stroked her husband's back to calm down.
"By, I dreamt of him!" i'm Jason.
"Huh? She was! She who?"
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