Novel & Cerita Story About Father

"I am no stranger here. " replied my father. "What? " screamed my mother in anger. Meanwhile, I was marveling at his audacity. Before KiKi could spill the beans, I interrupted. "We should all go inside. It is late already. " I said. "Yes of course. " said my mother quickly. "You guys need to sleep and besides there is school tomorrow. " she added. "But tommorow is Saturday. " retorted KiKi. "Why don't I tell you guys a story. " said my father. "Yeah. "Screamed my siblings in excitement. "Are You kidding me? " I muttered silently. I knew my mother couldn't stand the scene so I intervened. "Mother go Inside and get some rest. You look tired. " I said. "Of course replied my father. My mother hi

Father speaks. "It's okay, father. That is in the past now. Your son is back, all thanks to this beautifully wife that fate brought to my life." He pecks my lips. Dang! Isn't he afraid of his parents? "Our story is deep, and I have decided to let the world know about it." He adds, smirking at me because of how red I look right now. "You two made the news today." Father remarks. "That is nothing. Today I want to give them facts about our love story that will make headlines for at least a month and not just a day." Jerol adds.

Father admitted, “We were so close to reaching our dreams and find taking care of you a nuisance back then,” “We were young and naive, we don’t know anything about building a family aside from making the company expand more,” “But we were wrong, we realized that we were missing you and were about to take you back when we met this strange person, his name was Vladimir, I’m sure you both know him,” He added. I looked at my father and he looked like he was about to tear up while telling us such stories that he found it a little difficult to open up to us but he still did.

Once upon a time, I guess that is how they start a nice fairytale or some romance story. My father never missed the chance to tell me about his love story when I was a child. From his story, it was clear that he loved my mum so much and dad pampered me a lot. Twenty-seven years ago, at a nice and lovely coffee shop, the weather was beautiful and bright, two souls from parallel worlds met, my mum and my dad. My dad was the dreaded Mafia boss, commanded respect from everyone, including from rich families and politicians, everyone was scared of him. At his sight, everyone trembles and bows.

What the hell was he talking about? “My father got his first job after saving a man he saw bleeding out on the pavement of a grocery store. Turned out he was the heir to the Mafia boss at that time, the council didn’t exist then. He offered my father a lot of money but the old man wanted to work for him instead. Asked if your father could join too.”

"Wanna talk?" "Not really. I'm fine, really." I forced a smile. "You know. I never told you this..." he shut his eyes to catch his breath. "But my father once told me a story about an old man. He heard shouting in an alley and seen an old man on his knees with a gun to his head. He was being mugged. The old man didn't comply at first, then he eventually gave in. When the thug ran, my father chased him and shot him dead. Took me with him to the old man's house to deliver his wallet."

I opened up, the story pouring out of me like a confession, a raw, unfiltered account of a life I had long tried to forget. "I was a farmer's son," I admitted, my voice a low murmur that was barely audible above the raging storm. "My father was a good man, a simple man. He taught me the value of hard work, of honesty, of living a good, decent life. But I wanted more. I wanted to see the world, to make a name for myself, to be a part of something bigger than myself."

Tilda said, her lips sinking into her teeth I took a deep breath, my hand grabbing the steering wheel as my eyes snapped shut, the ugly memory flashing back to me "My father once worked as one of Donovan's accountants," I said as I swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. "I don't know where it went wrong but one day five men broke into my father's house and took him with them, I was confused, I wanted to know what was going on, I ran after them and followed them to the car and that was when I saw Kaden and his father in one of the cars, I pleaded to know what happened," I paused, my jaw clenching hard

I held Rome harder. “Mommy, can you tell me about dad again.” Where did I even begin? The tragic story of his father and I. “Your father had a hard life growing up.” I said, Rome staring at me with his big golden eyes. He had heard this story a few times. I wanted him to know he had a father just like all kids but talking about it was difficult. “But he grew up strong despite all the hardships he came across.”

I can feel the shift of mood in the air as I wait and prepare myself for what he is going to say. “What the hell are you talking about?” Anger laced each word that came out of his lips, but nothing else came after that as I waited for him to say more. Instead, I watch as he controls his temper as he waits for the rest of the story. “My father is a very greedy person,” I replied. “When I was young I would wake up either to the sound of Women screaming for help or their tortured screams.” I have to close my eyes to fight the horrors that plague my mind. The horrors that I thought I had gotten away with are suddenly making its grand entrance once again.