A Piece of the Past In White Grey
Fear Tasha
After lingering satisfied in Tasha's room, Raga finally rushed out. He was about to head to Tasha's workplace but Raga ran back in after finding the door open from the outside.
Tasha came in with a limp face. He sat on the side of the bed playing with his cell phone.
“Tasha,” the typical heavy voice of a man makes Tasha jump in shock. He stood up from his seat. Staring in disbelief at the man in front of him.
“Ka-you? What are you doing here? Get out of my room!” Tasha's jerky is angry.
Doesn't like the sassy attitude of Raga in her room. Raga approaches Tasha and smothers her mouth. Don't let people know he's in this woman's room.
“Please I need time to talk to you. Please don't scream. Please.” he said that really needs an explanation from Tasha.
I don't know what makes Raga desperate to do something like this. He himself was very curious to know what the truth was.
“Good. Listen to me.” peech Raga.
“Who Really Gara? And who's his father?” short but represents all the questions in Raga's mind.
Tasha sighed violently as Raga's big hand slipped from her lips. From a short distance Raga can enjoy the beauty of Tasha.
His chest involuntarily thumped so strongly.
“What did I tell you? Gara is a..” Tasha does not know what to admit Gara as. Wanting to be frank but afraid if Raga knows Gara is his son, then Raga easily guesses he is the father of Gara.
Lama Raga waited for Tasha's answer until Tasha never continued his words.
“My sister's ways. Yes, he's my brother. What do you need to ask about my sister?” tasha asked tightly.
Raga grieves when she hears Tasha's confession. He could have guessed this was the answer Tasha gave.
“Your sister? Who is the woman in this photo?” Both of Tasha's eyes are perfectly rounded looking at the photo on Raga's phone.
“He's my son. What is your business with you?” Tasha looked back up her head as if she was not afraid of anything at the moment.
Raga also slowly pulled Tasha's hand in front of him. Both are so close now.
Tasha confusion. “Let go of me!”
Raga doesn't care. They kept their bodies close.
“Whose son Gara, Tasha?” Slowly but with great emphasis Raga asked. Suddenly the question made Tasha claustrophobic unable to breathe.
“Tasha! Sha...” The voice of a woman is heard shouting in front of the door of the room at that time.
“Mamah,” Tasha turned towards the door. It's getting less and less because of what it feels like right now.
If his parents knew Raga in the room, Tasha could get angry even from the papah. This is not really Tasha.
Tasha really had no other choice at the moment.
“Please let me go!” she begged.
In front of the door a knock was constantly heard at this moment.
“I'll let go of origin be honest with me. Who's Gara's father?” whispered Raga in Tasha's ear that she had hugged so tightly.
Tasha really doesn't know what to do at the moment. I want to feel him crying hitting Raga's body. However, things could have made him guilty in the eyes of his parents.
How the papah who had been trying to take good care of him all this time, and now a man in the room. Tasha could already imagine how the papah was so wrathful of her.
