Addiction to Mother Step

The comeback home

This is the time in the future, where Nio for the first time, again set foot again for the last half year to his homeland.

With a cold face, he continued to step towards the airport exit by dragging a suitcase. Of course his arrival that time was not welcomed by anyone, there was no invitation, so it requires him to take a taxi to go to his house which is quite far from the airport.

Nio with a sad look, kept silent looking at the appearance of his hometown that did not change much.

A few tens of minutes passed, finally the taxi that was boarded by Nio stopped right in front of the gate of the magnificent Nio house. With Nio slowly descending, the look in his eyes now began to stare fixedly at the gate of his house which was then closed.

"Has this house been completely empty since papa died?" Nio asked inwardly who started to slowly step closer to the gate of his house.

"If so, does that mean I didn't go inside because this gate is locked??" Ask again, who suddenly seemed hesitant.

But who would have thought, suddenly someone opened the gate from the inside to make Nio momentarily surprised when he found the gate open.

"open flight? Does anyone still work in this house? Isn't this weird? Then who's been taking care of their paychecks all this time?" Nio continued to wonder in his heart.

"Sorry, what is the need to come to this house?" Ask security who is known as Mr. Moqtar.

Yes, obviously he did not recognize Nio, besides that time Nio wore a black hat, he also wore a mask that was also black.

Without answering with a word, Nio finally slowly began to take off the mask that he was wearing, and again stared at Moqtar.

Of course, finding a figure that he certainly knows, makes Mr. Moqtar surprised, his eyes look so rounded, followed by his mouth which also went a little gaping because he was so surprised.

"Ma, mas Nio???!!"

Nio smiled softly, too,

"Yes sir, it's me." Answer in a soft voice.

"Gosh, mas Nio, is this really mas Nio??! God, Nio's back at last." Mr. Moqtar also looks so sumringah.

"Bi Inah, Mr Eko, Mirnaa, mas Nio has come home!! Mas Nio is back!!!!" Scream Mr. Moqtar in a very loud voice towards the inside of the house.

Whether they were called by name could hear or not, considering the distance from the gate to the house was also not close, ranging from 10 meters or even more.

"Ah let's go in Mas Nio, let's go in." Mr. Moqtar immediately invited Nio in.

"Thank you sir."

"Let me just bring this suitcase mas," Mr. Moqtar immediately took over the suitcase which was on the side of Nio.

"Thank you very much sir."

"Yes, let's go in."

Nio finally stepped back calmly to his home, a house that has a lot of history for him, dark history, and history that is sweet enough for him to remember.

But for some reason, suddenly the shadow of himself when a child just crossed his mind again, just like that, the shadow where when he and Rudy played ball in the garden in front of the house when he was 5 years old, not only that, when he saw a chair in the park, which was in the park, he also suddenly imagined how Rudy and he sat down to relax in the morning enjoying a few pieces of delicious homemade cake.

It was as if he really saw it in front of his eyes, how Rudy used to be so affectionate and had many moments together with him, he said, until unconsciously both eyes Nio again look glazed when he was in front of the front porch of his house.

"Bi Inah, Mr. Eko, Mirnaa, look who's coming!!" Shouted Mr. Moqtar again.

"Who's coming Moqtar??!" There was a voice from inside with a little scream.

And the voice of Binah suddenly seemed to disappear, no longer heard.

Again Nio as if back in the show how he and Rudy who had played chases on the terrace of his house wide, the appearance really made his chest feel tight.

"Come on, come on in."

Nio just nodded slowly, then stepped back his legs with a bit of hesitation to enter the house. Once a step into the door, suddenly bi Inah appeared from the kitchen with an unusual look on her face, she looked sad but also seemed happy at the same time.

"Mas Nio???" Speak of the Inah that sounds soft.

"Bi Inah." Nio finally took his step towards bi Inah and then immediately hugged the body that seemed to be starting to age just like that.

Nio again cried bitterly while tightly hugging the body of the person who also raised him from childhood.

"Mas Nio, where have you been?? Where have you been, Nio?? Where's where??" Tanya Bi Inah who also cried when returning a hug from the man who had now grown and had such a sturdy body.

"Why can bi? How could he just leave? How could he leave when he had not managed to meet me?! I haven't even had a chance to beat him up for ignoring me all this time, why did he have to leave so soon??" Reveal Nio who is crying more and more also tightened his embrace on bi Inah.

"So Nio already knew that?"

Nio just nodded.

Mr. Moqtar who witnessed it finally also shed his tears because he felt very moved.

After a while hugging Bi Inah and pouring out all her sadness, Nio also slowly released their body link while wiping away her tears,

"Where is he now? Can aunt take me there?? I want to see him!"

Bi inah nodded quickly while directly wiping her tears.

"But mas Nio, actually auntie is cooking, can we go in half an hour?"

Nio nodded slowly.

"Yes, then Mas Nio can rest for a while in the room. Aunty always cleans Nio's room every day, so it's always clean."

"Thank you so much bi."

"Yes mas Nio, the same."

"Ah then let me take her suitcase to Mas Nio's room." Said Moqtar.

"No need to bother Mr. Moqtar, let me just, thank you very much in advance."

"All right, sir."

Nio finally entered his room, stepped slowly while looking at the entire side of the room whose layout was completely unchanged from the last time he left first.

Nio sat on the edge of his bed, then one hand began to gently wipe the bed that used to always be the most comfortable place for him to rest.

"I really miss this room, even the scent of this room is still the same as the last time I left." The chirps alone.

...Seriate......