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Some time before the meeting
Enzo and his papa were sitting on a chair available in a pedestrian-only paving block. Both of them were relaxing while waiting for someone. Just then a luxurious Sedan car passed them both. Both of them turned their heads towards where the car stopped until they both saw Vina get off the car.
"Beautiful, huh, Pa?" enzo said, his eyes shining with admiration as he stared at Vina's figure. Galang still fixated on staring at the figure of Vina, Galang thought if Vina was a young girl but he admitted his son's judgment was never wrong. The girl in front of him was beautiful.
"It's normal" Galang replied, he would not admit what his son said. Maybe later he will be overthrown again by his son.
"Ah, papa's eyes must be in trouble. Obviously that sister is beautiful."
Enzo Pratama, a 5-year-old boy thirsting for a mother's affection. Since childhood he did not know who his mother was because the boy was created from the artificial insemination process that Galang had done in a superpower. The decision relates to Galang's dark past so he wants to have offspring without having to deal with women.
Enzo is white-skinned, narrow-eyed, his irises light brown, while his hair is curly. Enzo's body is quite sturdy and tall for a child his age. Enzo is great with his oma and ninin upbringing. Nini was Enzo's call to his great-grandmother.
Enzo's eyes could not be separated from Vina, until when Vina sat on the stand selling nininya, Enzo continued to watch him. When he saw the smile of the woman, Enzo smiled as well. He wants to meet this woman.
"I want to meet that brother." Enzo stood up from his seat hurriedly upon seeing Vina paying for her drink.
"Hey, stop your bad intentions, son."
"If papa can't give me my mama, I'll find my mama for myself." Enzo immediately ran into the market, when he saw Vina also entering it. As if unwilling to lose the figure of the woman earlier, Enzo ran quickly. The boy was thirsty for a mother's love. Although he had been raised with the full affection of his oma and ninin, Enzo had never had a mother.
BRUG!!
Not paying attention to his steps, Enzo actually hit Vina. The boy smiled faintly as he got his quarry.
And in the end, the separation happened. Enzo was not disappointed. She managed to get the number of the woman she hoped could give a mother the affection she had dreamed of. He could no longer hope for his father. He will seek his own happiness without anyone's help.
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When Vina passed the nini Enzo's double-dawet ice stand, they were no longer there. Vina momentarily smiled remembering the boy. He remembered Kendra, his nephew. Enzo's attitude is as blatant as Kendra's.
Mr. Asep and Fadil took over several paper bags as well as plastic bags lined up in Vina's hands. Vina's in the car. But before long his phone vibrated in the bag. Vina saw an unknown number calling her. He remembers giving his number to Enzo. He thinks it's Enzo.
"Hello," said Vina gently.
["Basic, lady*****, what are you doing, huh? because of you Asya lost her job."]
"On what basis did Siti accuse me? I didn't even know Asya was fired, but if that really happened, it meant the hotel really appreciated guests."
["Luckily Pras has divorced you, now we know your rottenness."]
"Yesterday mas Pras said my mother blessed us and now I say so. This family of yours is really very special to change your mind. His son graduated from Bachelor."
["Close your mouth, remember Vina, I'll make the same calculation as you. Because of your actions, Asya lost her job."]
"Then I wait." Vina immediately turned off her phone. He covered his face with both palms. It seems that even though they have separated there are problems associated with it.
"It's exhausting" murmured Vina. Fadil glanced at his superior brother from the rearview mirror. He felt sorry for the life lived by Vina, the younger sister of his superior.
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