Look at Me, Elle
Chapter 30 Refined Rejection
“No, El still have Mama.” The newly joined voice was able to surprise Leonathan and reflex turned his head, his hand that held the little hero was away, his embrace was released.
“Mama is enough, El ... Yes, ‘kan? Mama is El's friend from El in Mama's stomach,” said Brielle who really came and heard all the chatter of father and son. “El still lonely? Aunt Mi same Mama is still lacking, yes, dear?” he added again while displaying a sad face.
“You have the heart to ask that?” timpal Leonathan frowned, not believing that Brielle had asked that question, would it not make their child feel guilty for expecting a complete parent? “Surely Elnathan is in desperate need of a father figure, where is your concern for your own biological child, Elle?!” said the man was no less loud.
“OH!” Brielle leisurely shook her waist and smiled while shaking. She swung her legs closer and continued her words, “now you feel the most caring and indirectly rate me as a cruel mother?” still shaking his head.
“Not so, Elle.” Leonathan moved the position of Elnathan who was originally in his lap to the sofa. He also stood up, like Brielle who stood as if challenging him the debate about how much each cares for the baby. “But hearing from the tone of your voice, you don't want El to have a father figure.”
Brielle pushes Leonathan's body closer to her, then approaches Elnathan, lifting up and carrying her child in her cradle. “El dinner first, Mama's cooking is done, El eat, yes?” Elnathan, who did not really understand the debate and did not bother about the things his parents were talking about, nodded. Leonathan continued to watch Brielle's movements that he so wanted her to lock into his pair of stocky arms. Knowing how stubborn the woman was, he was increasingly challenged.
However, Leonathan could still resist his desires. Instead, he pretended to be irritated and hurt by the treatment and said Brielle to him. With a face that still looked sad, Leonathan puffed out his chest. “Does El not deserve a father figure?” the question is so soft and soft.
Brielle who had not passed Leonathan stopped right in front of the tall and muscular man. “So far he never bothered about the topic of dad or papa that you always fuss about. I hope you get out of my house before I kick you out, Leonathan,” whispered Brielle seriously and so heavily in the ears of the man who was now staring fixedly at her. “Go now if you still want to discuss your status that has been charred, even if you can be honest, I never expected.”
“You may not expect me, but Elnathan expects my presence every second, Elle. Please, stop being selfish.” Brielle kept her mouth shut because she felt that what she said this evening was solid and clear. “Remember I said, he still needs me to grow and develop every day, Elle.” After saying that Leonathan grabbed the head of Elnathan who was leaning on his mother's shoulder. “Papa went home,” whispered before peeping long Elnathan's forehead. “See you tomorrow morning, El.”
“Papa?!” Leonathan, who felt victorious, was delighted. “Drug! Papa!” he cried while clapping and then waving with energy and his sweet smile expanded, so wide that Leonathan who had walked to the door wanted to return again. However, when his body wanted to twist, Brielle's voice seemed to force also pushed him out of the house.
“Alright, I go home,” he answered succumbing, but not with an upset soul in the body. “GILA!” the thrill of throwing away all of her tricks, including an expression made as sad as possible right as her foot passed through the door of Brielle's house. “I really want to prey on you, Elle!” the strangler arrived at the terrace of Brielle's house. His slanted smile was real. “Awas, don't feel proud just yet, because at the meeting tonight I just gave up on you, Elle.”
Raising his feet from the yard of the woman he loved, Leonathan looked up into the sky. He smiled thinly, very minimally and stared at the millions of stars there. He looks hopeful. Expecting at least one star to see him strive, fighting every chance there is.
Every night think about the future of women, children, and themselves. He closed his eyes for a moment, just a few seconds. “Thanks God,” and then breathe the night breeze forcefully. Take out the car keys while walking to the location of the four-wheeled vehicle.
Riding in a car whose door was open, Leonathan glanced at the window of Brielle's house because he felt himself being observed from within. His smile was so thin. “No ghost could peek at me,” whispered before slamming the door of his car and turning on the machine after the smile on his lips expanded by itself. “You're just a jaim woman to watch, Elle.” Give a small coil before stepping on the gas pedal and driving with his car.
“Almost I got caught!” her screams were held so as not to echo and shock her son. Rubbing his chest while trying to inhale a lot of oxygen, then throw it with a long breath. Brielle cast her gaze into the courtyard, where Leonathan stood looking up into the sky. Then he broke the shadow himself and patted his forehead. “Don't Leonathan get to see me?! Otherwise, why would he look back here?!” Adjusting her breath and twisting her body, Brielle normalized her expression before returning to Elnathan.
Long speechless as Brielle suddenly recalled her debate with the man plus a disappointed and sad expression in Leonathan's eyes. “Cleaning you subtly seems like it takes extra patience,” the weaned woman who since Leonathan came out of her house she was standing behind a window-covering cloth. Letting Elnathan eat in the living room, he chose to watch Leonathan before the man completely lifted off the grounds of his residence. “My own feelings are heavy giving a subtle repulsion to you, but my brain is forcing me not to give you a chance to explain. You have a hard time apologizing yourself. Why is that so hard for you to do?”
In fact, it is indeed an apology from Leonathan and sounds sincere in his ears so that the woman believes that Leonathan is truly sorry for his actions. However, Leonathan's lips were just an explanation, the man wanted to explain something that was indeed a big mistake and Brielle knew very well about it.
“Until when should I say I don't need your explanation? The main thing I need is sorry from your mouth.” Continuing to accompany Elnathan, Brielle moved slowly on both legs, an empty view leading to the ceramics of the house. “Perhaps if you dare to say sorry many times and the gaze you give is the same as the way you look at me like that ... huh, maybe I'll melt.” The greatest possibility is that Leonathan will surely prance around in pleasure. “Maybe more than that ... I could have given you a chance to approach El as much as you, Leonathan.”