BARA (Baskara Wounded in Missing)

Good bye Long

Embrace and create a story for your past

So that you can remember the good times of the past

☘☘

The Autor Prov

Shaking, I sat still as I continued to focus my focus on the screen. Not daring to look up, especially when our irises meet. His narrow eyes, sturdy jaws, thick eyebrows make my guts shrivel even more.

Fifteen minutes ago, I was sitting with an angel, but there was a man with two children who were sitting down.

I turned my head as the legs of a long-haired brunette child were pounding on my calf. It doesn't hurt just that I don't like a kid who's as happy as he is. When I look at him, instead of being afraid, he glares at his eyes. Mock.



"What's the story a lot of people like, I'm not sure about that?"

The voice of a woman who from the beginning made an appointment with me spoke, softened.

I forced a smile, I actually wanted to say that I wasn't sure the story would be liked either. Especially during the wedding, the man in front of me has taken over the story.

"Hopefully" hesitated I said it. I don't want to disappoint that woman.

"The story is simple, not as good as you think"

Actually I want to answer "no, if the mother tells me, but if the father of this father, the story becomes absurd" but I answer "no, the story is good"

Dugs

This little boy kicked my leg again, I glared at him. He stuck out his tongue, scoffing.

Knowing that I gave her son a sharp look, the woman immediately spoke up, scolding.

"Baby, don't be like that on auty"

I smiled happily at the defense

"He started first"

His voice rose, although it sounded melodious but still can make the ears break.

If not the son of my lecturer, I'd have ripped him apart.

"Baby keep your manners on auty, imitate your brother Brandon"

"don't call him Brandon, call him Ken. I'm Baby" he pointed at Ken, the little boy he pointed at just staring without intending to reply to Baby's sentence.



I know who he looks like, that selfish and angry attitude seems to be inherited from the man in front of me. As well as the boy who wore neat clothes, sitting sweet and not much to say this must have inherited his mother.

The woman was about to speak before the voice of her husband stopped

"Hinduism is just a trivial matter"

You're right, in front of me this is the figure of Miss and Baskara sitting with her two children.

Brandon Arya Ken Jaskanendra, not similar to his father's name but still there Arya name there. The boy with brown eyes, brown hair, sturdy jaws and for height I'm not sure he'll inherit Baskara, his papa.

And to the little girl next to me, who was nagging, she was Baby Arya Kay Loovi. He was so similar to his papa, especially when he shouted. He seems selfish. He doesn't like Ken being called Brandon, he says he doesn't want to have the same alphabet as Ken. He disliked Ken less, when asked if Ken was his twin, he would answer "the boy hitchhiked on the belly of the mama, but he's not a mama and papa kid, he's just a pickle kid"

I don't know from that sentence, which is clear he really looks like his papa. Ken doesn't answer much that Baby behaves like that, he's mature, he's not hurt, he's asked why he's not angry he's answering "Baby my brother, he's smaller than me, he's not, so he's still a kid"

Lucky God did not give them a similar face if it looks like Baby will continue to protest.  They are only twins but not identical, the terms are dizygote twins

fortunately they are born to inherit a real attitude. I mean not like Baskara and Miss who are changed in nature.

After Baskara collapsed in the hospital hallway from hearing the cries of her son seven years ago. He had already ended the story of the two of them, then there would only be stories from the four of them, the real Baskara family. As for Baskara's promise to be mature, I hesitated a little.

What I saw in front of me was still the same Baskara. As Miss explained, although sometimes I have to see them arguing just to finish this story. The tears of happiness from Baskara really amazed me. Those eyes really love his wife.

I don't want to praise him, but Baskara is really handsome even though Miss doesn't say that but I'm sure he's the same thought.

A moment later I felt something warm about my pants. Oh no, it's Baby's semen.

I immediately stood shaking my wet pants.

"Hey Baby, you're stupid"

It wasn't my voice, but Ken's voice was loud from the side. He still seemed calm in this kind of situation. Even her reaction was not much different from Miss's face.

Longed to go straight to Baby, asking Alan's employees to wipe their seats. Apologizing to his employees after that I had to wait for Miss to change Baby's pants.

"Maybe our story is not as good as the love stories of people out there" Baskara's voice suddenly broke the silence. I immediately shook, because I was really afraid of his figure.

"But I was confused to say how dear I am to Miss, she is an amazing woman to me. Although I always hurt him but he's really amazing, anyway it's hard to explain"

Baskara.

About this I am sure, from the twinkle of his eyes radiated honesty. I never found a man as honest as him.

Even when writing the story, I was always treated with a lot of jokes. Sometimes I have to shed tears when I see the look in both of their eyes, repeating the most painful thing of his life.

The birth of their child brought new things to Baskara, as she worked harder, stayed up late and was more attentive with Missing.

Since then Baskara really knows what Missing means to him. "Unexplainable" was the answer from him as I asked what his love for Miss was.

And when I asked Miss how much she loved Baskara, she just drew a smile without answering. Their eyes have already given me the answer to my question. Even though it happened a few years ago. Even the age of their marriage was already thirteen years old, it felt like it could still be felt how the story was.

The arrival of Miss made Baskara and Ken rise. Tender little boy.

"Asih, thank you for the time, I became nostalgic for my love story"

Shy longs shy of pulling the corners of the lips, I reply it wide enough, because I am really happy for today

"I should have said it was Mom"

"I have to go to Rama's wedding, the plane will be flying soon"

Baskara holds Baby, while Ken doesn't want to be led. I nodded, looking at their families who made me envious.

"I'm sorry Baskara is always angry because the story you edit"

Given that I laughed, "but eventually the story I didn't edit"

The part I want to edit is about how Baskara tells his kiss or when they process presents Bara, Ken and Baby.

Their children are the first to meet God. Although Bara does not exist but because he is they can know how to lose.

"Greetings to Rama, Pandu and Alan"

I'm saying that because they're part of this story. Rama's getting married in Canada, I heard from Baskara his business is good.

While Alan, he has opened a branch abroad, Pandu successful with a career as a prosecutor.

Baskara was gone first, after I experienced her. Ken kissed my hand. But Baby refuses to greet me, she says "a stinky aunty"

I hate him ha ha.

Hopefully he will be a good boy. They have left me sitting staring at them from the glass.

I pulled a smile, closed the laptop and understood from their story script.

They teach that time can never be rotated, something that should go will still go, something that is done sincerely will come back well, he said, and something that is more likely will still be impregnated even though it has been given the best medicine.

I'll miss their stories, like Baskara who got hurt because of Miss. Because of his loss, because he missed him. It's like Miss is hard to tell that she loves Baskara.

I will miss Miss, Baskra, Ken but not Baby, although I also miss Baby a little bit but not a lot

expiring

tomorrow there is an extra part, so who do not understand the same ending wait tomorrow

do not forget to read ANKOT JAKARTA same PASSAGE OF TIME again on going yes