(Part 5)
“Bwe Kim … I … I just come to train martial-art to … Lian Hong …” Ong Han Cu tried to defend himself.
“I know! Well done, you teach martial-art like a thief. Don’t you have a any little bit of idea that how to be noisy if your presence here is known to others? Will my name not be lowered and polluted if others know who you are and that you almost every day come to this place? Ah, Han Cu …. you really don’t care about other people’s circumstances …” this young lady then cried.
Lian Hong, who had been standing for a while, was astonished without any understanding of what it meant to be the conversation between her mother and her then hugged her mother and asked, “Mom, what do these all mean?”
Her mother did not answer and when Lian Hong looked at his suhu with an inquiring look, Ong Han Cu said, “Lian Hong, take your mom inside. I’m leaving from here. Your mom is right, I’m a person who only remember of myself. Take good care of the book, then study hard. Goodbye!” With one movement of his body, Ong Han Cu jumped out of the wall fence.
“Mom, do you know suhu?” asked Lian Hong who still hugged his mother.
Then the harder her mother cried when she heard this question, and while embracing her daughter’s neck she said, “My daughter … he … he is … your own dad!”
If there were thunderbolts striking above her head at that time, not sure if they could make Lian Hong as surprised as now she heard this. She let go of her mom’s hug and grabbed her mom’s shoulders, stared at her tears-wet face and said stammer, “What ….? What does the meaning of your sayings, mom?”
Among her sobs, Bwe Kim said, “He is your own dad … who left us when you were only six-month old!” Then she told all the events that happened in the past, from when Ong Han Cu helped Ciok-‘s family until she was married with the warrior and how the warrior who became her husband finally abandoned them.
Paled Lian Hong’s face heard this story and repeatedly she sighed, regretting the fate of her mother.
“Ah, mom … you … you used to be wrong …”
Her mother nodded sadly, “I made the sacrifice for your happiness, my child. I didn’t want to see you being carried away in a miserable journey ….”
“Wrong, mom,” the twelve-year-old girl said with a frown, “If you had been come along with dad, you wouldn’t be like this. No wonder I always dislike my current dad, it turns out that he is not my own dad.”
“Never mind, Lian Hong, rice had become porridge, it can’t be regretted anymore. Don’t you tell this to anybody. You have to keep it for your ‘s good name. You must remember how nice my mom and dad to you.”
“But they were so cruel to force mom to marry again!” Lian Hong said sulkily.
“Hush, don’t say that, my child. You’re still too young to know the affairs of adults. You still don’t understand the fate of a young widow.”
Since the secret was opened revealed to her, Lian Hong’s attitude toward his stepfather was getting cold. She was secretly overjoyed by the fact that he was not the daughter of an old playboy, useless man, but the daughter of Pat-jiu Kiam-ong Ong Han Cu, the great swordsman who was also also her admired . As the daughter of a great warrior, she also aspired to become a warrior, so the more and more intense she learned the swordsman-stance of Liong-cu Kiam-hwat by herself from the textbook left by her teacher or her own dad.
Meanwhile, the couple of Ciok-taijin were also so beloved to Lian Hong. This taijin only had a child namely Ciok Bwe Kim, and now it turned out that Bwe Kim also only had a daughter. Then of course this noble was so beloved to their single granddaughter. Because they lived in the same city in the kingdom’s capital, then the noble of Ciok often ordered their servants to pick up Lian Hong, and the little girl happily frolic in her grandfather’s house.
After Lian Hong was fourteen, he had become a beautiful teenage girl and drowned the old playboy who became her stepfather. Every day his slit, wrinkled eyes stared at her face and body with passion.
One day, when Lian Hong was practicing martial-arts in the back garden, suddenly her stepfather came with a smile. As usual, when she was practicing martial-art, Lian Hong wore a short dress so that her growing body was imprinted by her compact outfit. This scene was quite stimulating the old-playboy’s hearts, then with a smile he approached Lian Hong and was about to put both hands on her waist, saying, “Lian Hong, my daughter. You’re so beautiful in this outfit. How about your practice, my sweet little daughter?”
But once she moved her legs, Lian Hong had been able to dodge from the embrace of ‘her father’ and distanced herself as she watched with a frowning mouth.
“Don’t you touch me, dad! I’m not your mistress!”
“Eh, uh … your own mother is not jealous to see if I have a lot of young mistress, but it seems that you’re jealous … ha ha ha ha ha!”
“Who’s jealous? Even though will you keep a thousand mistress, I don’t care! But don’t you equate me with those mistresses!” Lian Hong snapped.
“Eh, Lian Hong, you what? I’m your dad, can’t a father approach his daughter?”
“Who says you may not, but don’t you touch nor hug me, I’m not your mistress!” said Lian Hong increasingly angry. She still resisted her will and did not want to reveal the secret that she already knew about this old-man’s position against her.
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