My Son is Not My Son
CHAPTER 33: THE WEEPING OF THE PILL

Great desire Febi to release the entanglement of the past and intend to take advantage of Jordan. Like tonight, after dinner, Febi tried to get closer. He obeys when Jordan takes him to the billiard room, which contains the adults.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the room, Mr. Reyes let out a rough sigh. He saw ball number two on the pool table. However, his mind ran into the past.

Raysha appeared in the dark empty hall, every step of the pantofel shoes were clearly heard in Reyes' ears. The man turned his head to the right, looked the silhouette of the tight-clothed woman he hated the most, and then crouched down while spreading out a rolled-up blanket and pillow.

"Mr Reyes, I wish you could sleep a little more comfortably here."

Reyes pulls the cigarette that Raysha gave him without a second thought and the woman sits on the floor politely. "What's dad's plan?"

"Not much." Raysha with a voice full of warmth. "The Hamilton family is said to be broke because it did not issue a new type of drug. So the Great Lord acquires and keeps the same people engaged.

Not long after the company changed its name to MRJ. Then, a medicinal formula was discovered by young scholars. Unfortunately the scholar cheated, already selling the formula to Mr. Meyer but secretly also selling the formula to the hamilton family-owned pharmacy. The great lord was unwilling to budge, even so it could not be prosecuted by the court because the formula was not perfect.

Some say Mr. Hamilton's formula was injected into a baby. While Mr. Hamilton himself claimed the formula was stolen."

"Then the formula's in dad?"

"Rightly stolen." Raysha gave a rough sigh. "Master was looking for him, chasing the scholar, who allegedly deliberately entered the big master company, just to perfect the formula, and then took his findings to get bigger money. Finally, leaving a new dispute between Mr. Meyer and Mr. Hamilton."

"Are you really resigning?"

"Yes," Raysha's voice warmed. "My job here is done, I found someone as my better replacement. Mr. Felix is very competent to succeed me, he's a former presidential aide."

"What about your son? She's only two years old, right?" Reyes finds Raysha's friendly smile and nods. A nod that feels so strange, because usually the secretary of the father is always formal. "Then, what do you want him to feed?"

"Mr Meyers paid me high, after two years I'm sure this is more than enough."

"Well, baby, yeah, you've only been tormented for a month in this house and there's nothing I can go back to?" Reyes was stunned at Raysha's crisp laughter.

"You think you're gonna miss me, Mr Reyes?" Raysha's voice was full of emphasis.

"Why are you so confident, Raysha?" Reyes' eyebrows shot high.

"Because no one can stand up for you in front of your stubborn father other than, a defense that sounds witty to him."

"Si-aal." Reyes is getting moody, there's a point too. It is different if his father is Raysha, who always looks at Raysha when she is angry with him, then decides something only after seeing Raysha. Whereas if there was no Raysha - like when Raysha was on maternity leave, her father burdened her with a lot of absurd things, especially acquiring insolvent companies that look profitable at prices as low as they sound inhumane.

"You stay in the office" Reyes grumbled. "I don't know anymore when you're not there. Our workspace could be a broken ship because we don't want to budge."

"You have to give up." Raysha with a confident cry. "You have to start from now on 'understand it'. Like it or not. You must take the invisible path and fascinate him. Not against but seducing her."

Reyes laughed until his tears came out. "You're telling me to seduce the stubborn old man? Joking huh?"

Raysha shook her head. "He is a gentle figure. Poor, difficulty sleeping until repeatedly doctors prescribe sleeping pills. Unfortunately, he could not stop worrying about the future for posterity. In fact, his great-grandson doesn't even exist."

Astonished, Reyes could not see Raysha's lowered expression as the woman turned her back on the light. However, the voice made it seem as if the eyes of his heart were open.

"If you're in my position, and see firsthand how much love he has for his family. You might never be able to get mad at him again?" raysha's voice trembled and sounded deeply moved.

Reyes groped onto Raysha's cheek. Why ? The cheeks felt wet and sticky. What is wrong? The big hand was removing the wet from the very soft cheeks. Never before, Reyes felt cheeks as soft as this.

"Ma'af Raysha's? What makes you cry for my father? I think he's a very selfish man." Reyes' hand rubbed into another area into the small ear. As soon as the tiny hand grabbed his big hand and lowered from that face, he was stunned.

"Blessed you still have a father, let alone a concern that not all children in this world necessarily have. I even dreamed of one of the two. Let alone attention, this is I just do not know what my father or mother figure like?"

"Raysha I know you were born in a war zone." Reyes held onto a soft cheek that had just been fed by warm droplets, which were clearly tears. "But I don't know if it turns out to be painful. Now that I hear you. I know how it feels, I'm getting very sick. Sorry, Raysha, I'm sorry I made you feel bad."

Raysha's grief seemed to invite something in Reyes and pull Raysha's shoulder, ending in her warm embrace.

Ball number two in blue rolls and enters the hole. Mr. Reyes stood up straight and was shocked to the point of retreating backwards as Jordan was in front of him. "Buck! Can't it surprise me?"

"What is Papa doing here?" Jordan was full of suspicion, ignoring papa's breath that was boring while holding the chest as if the heart was not right.

Reyes's gaze shifted and then continued to blink. Raysha's? That you? He shook his head. Raysha has a sideburn point that does not appear on the cheeks and ends of the mouth.

Reyes' chest shook violently. He took a deep breath and remembered the photo his father had shown. Then, looking up at Raysha's daughter who was this big?

Jordan clings his head to Febi's head and is shocked. His papa was so rough that it slipped from Febi.

Mr. Reyes pulled the collar of his son furiously. "So, where's your future wife?"

"He!" jordan said with a sly grin while pointing at the restless Febi. "Guard you first, Pa!"

"Hi, Om." Febi smiled faintly, Jordan's father kept shaking his head. Then, Jordan embraces her shoulders making her nervous. Febi reached out to the dapan. "Meet me Febyan Ananta Bagaskara, Om."

Reyes pointed in front of the woman's face and said, "heard good, yes, Jordan is getting married to Jeslyn!"

For years Reyes tried to forget Raysha. Then his father suddenly told him that Jordan would be betrothed to Raysha's daughter. How'd her dad get that done to her?

Now the woman who resembled Raysha was standing in front of him making a hit! What would it be, if Febi were his son-in-law and it just made him go crazy. He had no choice but to make Jeslyn his son-in-law.

"Omm?" Febi pulled her hand back.

"Don't you remember Papa, about my freedom in choosing a life partner?" Jordan with a serious tone. "Let Febi be my wife."

"Nope!" Reyes' hands were crossed in front of his chest and a strong gaze that was indisputable.

"Can't?" A question with a warm tone averted everyone's gaze.

"Grandfather?" Jordan's surprised. "Why in here anyway?"

"Pretend not to know!" Mr. Reyes squealed, then aimed for the number 3 ball and the ball went in. The number 4 ball was hit hard until it came off the table, and their conversation stopped. Yeah, he was on purpose because his dad was cool with Febi.

Seeing Papa Reyes's annoyance, Jordan takes the stick and bends down to aim in a style that is pretentious to Reyes.

Reyes stared intently at Febi as he sat down beside dad, then took out a cigarette from the container.

"Your lungs are in trouble!" Meyer snatched the cigarette and threw it away. "You want to die soon? Just get in the icebreaker there."

Febi gaped at Grandpa Meyer's affection. Uh what's their family like? My father was also very good to me first ..... Now then? If only it were still so.

Each thrust of Jordan's stick hit the ball and into the hole. Then the number 7 ball hits the board delimiter and rolls away from the hole. Mr. Reyes laughed in a condescending manner.

"What is this, Om?" Febi asked with stiffened muscles after getting a stick from Jordan's father. "Febi can't play billiards."

"Let's go Febi, study first, let my granddaughter show you." Grandpa Meyer is encouraging.

"Silly." Mr. Reyes with a lazy look.

"Come, Babe." Jordan pulls Febi's hand and sticks out of papa's.

"Free teaching." Mr. Reyes chuckles. "He's the same as his loser father."

Febi looked sharply with a look of hatred.

"What?" Reyes squinted with a fierce eye.

"You can't call my father a 'loser'! You don't know him!" Febi's chest was boiling. No one can humiliate me.

"Oh, look! This little princess whines." Mr. Reyes chuckled again. "Your mother must be ashamed to have a child who sulks hahaha!"

"Papa?" Jordan's voice with emphasis and protesting gaze at the words just now made Febi's face moody.

"Here you go, show me." Reyes underestimated Febi. The woman bowed with doubt.

Jordan's left hand placed Febi's left hand on the pool table. Then circled Febi, teaching her how to hold the handle of the stick in her right hand.

Meyer's grandfather was satisfied with their closeness. However, he pityes the man-on-side, who is frustrated. Reyes looked at Febi so deeply, and then looked away in annoyance.

Jordan's musk scent calmed her body, making her focus on the tip of the stick, the white ball, and the target of the hole. He brushed off the irritation at Jordan's father's insults.

"Now hit!" jordan said excitedly.

NO NO!

Although he had hit the side of the table, the number 7 ball rolled slowly and everyone glared at the maroon color ball, guessing or not.

"Definitely not going in" said Mr. Reyes worried.

"Now?" inner Grandpa Meyer while standing with hope.

"Let's go in, come in!" inner Jordan with an enthusiastic face

Febi gawked at the ball, yes, yes, yes, it finally got into the hole! "Yahhhhh! Ahhaha!" Febi tos with Jordan. Grandfather Meyers with his eyebrows raised next to glanced amusedly at his son who immediately put on a cold look. "He's cool, right?"

"Lucky," said Mr. Reyes lazily.

"He's a lot of luck." Grandpa Meyer emphasized.

"Devil, even though Dad set it all up, cih lucky what!" Mr. Reyes lost his mood and left the billiards.

Febi continued to look at the departure of Jordan's father, his heart suddenly hurting because his father was said to be a loser. He went to Jordan to go to the toilet.

In the bathroom Febi washed his face, hoping that the sadness would soon disappear. No matter the face that was still wet, Febi wiped the wet hand onto the shirt and took the phone out of the bag.

Contact after contact on the scroll and find the inscription 'Handest Angel' which is his papa number. He stared fixedly as he pulled the bag and came out of the toilet.

The area around dark. Febi further accelerated the pace and frown. There's no one. He sat down on the cold wooden parquet then pressed on his father's profile photo. I didn't put up a photo of the four anymore, a photo of the three now without it. So mean.

"Well, Febi wants to hear dad's voice! Febi misses Mom too." Febi cried with tears that became a lonely friend. "Why is this sick?"

"Are this sick ?" Febi kicked around the bag. He screams it makes the throat dry so itchy then cough . Even so, a languishing heart may not heal without a sincere embrace.

Clear crystals are falling with uncontrollable breath. Febi banged her head violently against the iron wall. The stars in the sky were laughing.

What used to be his favorite thing with dad to say hello to mom up there. Now on the contrary, it hurts. Sillier. "aaa! Aaa Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh .... !"

From the balcony of Mr. Reyes who was relieving his irritation by smoking, like not trusting his eyesight on the woman who was now sitting curled up and hugging her knees.

Itching not to get close, Reyes thought he would find Febi's fault gap there. Then, prove to Jordan, that Febi does not deserve to be a candidate for wife!

Cigarettes are still half, then extinguished on a wooden deck. He leaned against the wall near Febi. A warm wind hit his head. While the roaring child-like cry he heard made his heart suddenly goosebumps.

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