Chapter 2: A Failed plan

"Valen, don't be so cruel to your son. Come on, you don't want your son to be humiliated, do you?" Thomas Miller said. 

He was on the phone with Valentino Araya, his stepson and father of his grandson, Vesa Araya. 

Hera Adnan, who was sitting near her husband, could only stare at her husband with a concerned look. 

"Your son has been humiliated so many times. Don't you feel sorry for him? Just let him shut his friends' mouths this time." 

Valentino said, "No, Dad. It's not time yet. Just leave it like this for now." 

"What!? You-" 

Thomas angrily turned off the line. 

"You are stubborn. How could he not want to help his own son? Why does your son still insist on not wanting Vesa to get anything better? What's the point-" 

His voice was cut off when his phone rang again. The tone of his cell phone was deliberately set to a high enough tone because Thomas Miller had suffered a rather severe hearing loss at the age of eighty. 

Actually, come to think of it, Thomas was still lucky because despite his old age, he was still given his other sensory abilities normally. Thomas also never got sick because of his fairly healthy lifestyle. 

The man liked to eat healthy food since he was young and also liked to exercise so it's no wonder that in his old age, he still looked very healthy. 

"Why don't you pick up?" Hera asked in surprise. 

"Leave it alone, honey!" Thomas replied. 

Hera, who understood her husband's character, said, "You are the same as Valen. Both of you are stubborn. And you shouldn't promise anything to your granddaughter." 

Thomas sighed. 

"I just don't want to see Vesa humiliated again, Hera. Don't you understand? The boy had given in too much. As his grandfather, I don't want him to be treated unfairly while his father ...." 

"Shh ... Never mind. Valentino knows what is best for his son. We have to help him, Thomas. Remember? You better explain to Vesa slowly. He must understand," Hera said wisely. 

Thomas nodded sadly. They both didn't know that at that time, the young man they were talking about overheard their conversation. 

Vesa then went upstairs to his room slowly. He sat on his bed and grabbed his cell phone. 

He saw a photo of himself with his father that he took last year. He made the photo as his cell phone wallpaper. 

"Dad, what's the real reason you're doing all this? Is your life so miserable there? If that's the case, why don't you live here with us? Why do you even live there? Or maybe you already have a new wife? you confused me?" Vesa muttered to himself while still staring at the photo. 

He actually had thought his father's life was not good in that country but considering his father always came once a year it seemed impossible. 

Flight tickets from London to Jakarta were not cheap. So it seemed impossible that his father lived in poor. 

Vesa wouldn't have found those answers if he just kept quiet. He must know. Suddenly he opened his drawer and saw a large envelope containing a British passport. 

On his last visit, Valentino took his son to make his passport and at first Vesa was excited because he thought he would be invited to Indonesia but in fact it was just that his expectations were too high. 

"I have a passport. So I just need a visa and a flight ticket," Vesa said quietly. 

He had decided. He will meet his father even without his permission. 

*** 

Vesa awkwardly parked the shabby car he used to a party hosted by Derrick White, one of his college friends. He wasn't ashamed at all. He just didn't want his grandfather's old car to be insulted by his friends. 

And what he thought was right. Laughter filled the parking area of ​​the luxurious building. His friends laughed at him, including the owner of the show. 

"Gosh, Vesa. You really brought this shabby car. Oh my God. I didn't know you turned out to be so confident. But you're cool," Jessica said, a pretty girl with fair skin with blue eyes and blonde hair. She sneered at Vesa. 

Vesa ignored the girl's words. He calmly got out of his car and walked leisurely towards the event venue area. 

"Oh, Vesa. Thank you for taking the time to come to my party," Derrick said and he also smiled at Vesa which of course was a fake smile. 

Vesa just nodded. When Vesa was about to step into the building suddenly another beautiful woman, Alea Green stopped his. 

Vesa was shocked and just stared dumbly at the girl he had a crush on for a long time. 

Alea had a posture like a Spanish guitar and had a naturally beautiful face. Many men were willing to bend their knees to Alea because of her goddess-like beauty. 

Vesa was no exception, who was currently looking at her without blinking.

 How beautiful she is, Vesa thought. 

"Why did you dare to bring that piece of junk here? Aren't you ashamed?" Alea sneered. 

"Is there any problem?" 

"Of course. Your car is an eyesore to the parking lot. You have a look!" Alea turned Vesa around to see the parking area and what Alea said was true. 

There were many luxury and shiny cars lined up neatly. The maroon-colored car did look very conspicuous. 

"My eyes hurt to see it," Alea said again. 

Derrick and all his friends there laughed at that. 

Vesa knew from a long time ago that girl really liked to say rude words, Her words always hurt his ears. But somehow, he still liked Alea. 

Vesa was still silent so the impatient Alea said again, "Vesa, wouldn't you better just take your car home?" 

Vesa then turned around. He's not hurt. Instead he smiled and casually replied, "Well, if your eyes hurt from looking at my shabby car, why don't you just close your eyes?" 

Alea widened her eyes because she was too surprised by Vesa's words, which she thought were rude this time.