Degrees of My House

CHAPTER 113

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"Sir, follow the children who walked with it, sir," said Ibra patted softly on Mr. Sofyan's back.

"Which one, Ibra? There are so many children" said Mr. Sofyan.

"That one, sir. The five walked with their friends" said Ibra pointing to Al who walked with five other friends.

Mr. Sofyan nodded obediently, very slowly Mr. Sofyan followed Al. "Don't get caught, yes, sir," Ibra told Mr. Sofyan.

"Yes, Nak Ibra," said Mr. Sofyan obediently.

Very slowly, Sofyan followed Al and his friends. Al who was busy laughing and telling his friends did not realize, that there was a car following them.

Sometimes Mr. Sofyan stopped his car when the distance of the car and Al was close.

Ten minutes later, Ibra saw Al walk into a ceramic craft shop by the name of Sakinah Store.

Is this your shop, honey? You seem to be successful without me. Inner Ibra was sad to see the Dee store which was quite crowded.

"Are we going to go into that shop, Ibra boy?" ask Mr. Sofyan to Ibra.

Ibra was silent. His eyes were cool looking around Dee's shop and the house next to the store.

If I go straight to Dee and my son, they'll definitely deny my existence. I don't want the events at the race to happen again. But what should I do? Come on Ibra thought. Inner Ibra was agitated at the thought of the way that would be used to be able to meet Dee.

"Ec ... Sir, is there a mask in this car?" ask Ibra later.

"There, Nak Ibra," said Mr. Sofyan, taking out a box containing a mask.

"This, son," said Mr. Sofyan giving the mask box.

Ibra picked up one of the masks and put it on so her face could be covered. Not only that, Ibra also took the hat she brought just in case. After putting the hat on, Ibra pecked herself in the mirror. Not visible. Inner Ibra pleased.

"Sir, you wait in the car, yeah. I'll be down for a minute. I want to make sure of something first, sir," Ibra said before exiting the car.

Mr. Sofyan nodded obediently without asking much. After that, Ibra got out of the car. With a slow step he entered the Shop.

Ibra enters the Shop. The first thing he saw was another buyer and some employees who were serving the buyers. While looking around, a voice stopped Ibra's activities.

"Sorry, can I help you?" a soft voice from behind Ibra.

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Ibra. This was the voice of the woman he missed so much. The voice of a woman who always fills her heart and mind. The woman who became the mother of her child.

Ibra was trying to normalize her heartbeat. His hands slightly confirmed the mask and hat he was wearing. After that, Ibra turned her back.

Time seemed to stop when Ibra looked at the face of the woman she loved so much. This face is still beautiful, even more beautiful. His cheeks are a little more stuffy than they used to be.

Are you so happy without me, honey? Inner Ibra by continuing to see Dee's face that looks more contained.

Dee who saw a little oddity in his shop visitors swung his hands up and down to resuscitate the daydream of the man in front of him.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" asked Dee in a louder voice.

Ibra snapped from her daydream. Before speaking, Ibra cleared her throat slightly to change her voice.

"I want to find an urn" Ibra said in a heavy voice.

Dee nodded. "Then come with me, sir," said Dee.

Ibra's feet followed Dee's. Instead of looking at the road, Ibra noticed Dee's head at the back.

Dee's hair has grown yet, huh? Ibra wondered. There was a slight smile on her lips imagining how she used to put shampoo on Dee's head as they bathed together.

I miss you so much, baby. Ibra was smiling indistinctly behind her mask.

Dee stopped her steps when she reached her collection urn. "Please choose, sir. This is our collection of urns" Dee said kindly pointing to all his collection of urns.

Ibra looked at the urn. Long enough, until the choice fell on a very antique small urn.

"Ekhem, I want this one," pointed Ibra.

Dee smiled happily then took the urn. As Dee was about to put it in the box, a voice stopped her.

"Eye."

Dee and Ibra both turned around. It looks Al who has changed his school clothes with his home clothes.

"Umi, is it Al's made to buy?" al asked enthusiastically when he saw Uminya put his homemade urn into the box.

Dee smiled and nodded. "Yes, Son. This is the man who bought it" Dee said, pointing to Ibra.

Ibra who received a sudden treatment from Al could not refuse when his hand was taken directly Al.

Abi. Batin Al was shrieked when he felt the hand. He remembered how Ibra smelled. Because this perfume is the same perfume that he uses.

Al took off his hand again. He tried to act ordinary in front of Uminya.

And Ibra? He's been looking at Al. His fear if caught, then Al will immediately reject him.

"Em .. is it done?" ibra asked with a heavy voice.

Dee nodded and gave the box that had been put into the Tote bag with the Sakinah logo.

Ibra took the money out. In any case, Ibra took a few pieces of her red money and put them on the table that was there. After that Ibra immediately left from Toko Dee.

Dee who saw the behavior of the buyer was confused. Moreover, the money left behind was too much. "Al save more money, yeah. Later if the Father comes again Al kasih," Dee told Al.

Al nodded obediently confirming Dee's words. After that Dee went after Kina who was enjoying lunch with the other employees in the back.

Abi finally came. It's not going to be easy, Abi. Al said in his heart. He had prepared everything if Ibra came to see them. Not a grudge, but he just wanted Abinya to fight.

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While in the car, Ibra rubbed her chest slowly trying to calm her marathon heartbeat.

"Let's go home, sir," Ibra told Mr. Sofyan.

Just ten minutes later, Ibra reached the house she had contracted for.

"Mr can go, sir. The bike I ordered should come by tonight yes, sir," Ibra said.

"Yes, Nak Ibra," replied Mr. Sofyan.

"Thank you in advance, sir," said Ibra. Then Ibra got out of the car and went into her house.

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Time has shown at eleven o'clock in the evening. Ibra was ready with her black clothes. Black mask and black hat. While observing the arena of Dee's house, it was in Ibra's mind to sneak in like a thief.

"If I get caught what? Yes, a CEO is famous for being a thief," Ibra murmured.

"Ah is that. Try it first" said Ibra steady.

Ibra came out of the house with the black Vespa matic motor she ordered earlier. Why Vespa matic? Because Ibra thinks other motors are complicated. It doesn't sound too loud either.

Ten minutes, Ibra had arrived in front of Dee's house. The atmosphere around Dee's house seemed quiet. The lights of the house are dead too.

"For your sake I'm a thief, honey," murmured Ibra looking at the house in front of him.

Slowly, Ibra parked his motorcycle under a tree in front of Dee's house. With a definite step, Ibra climbed over the fence and landed perfectly. Ibra's goal this time is a room on the second floor. With a folding ladder on the side of the Dee Shop, Ibra climbs easily.

"It turns out God blesses me," murmured Ibra happily. Because until this moment, the plan went well.

Ibra quickly climbed up one of the stairs. Ibra arrived at the second floor balcony. According to Ibra's estimation, it was a room. Ibra took out a woman's hairpin that was like a lidi from her jacket pocket to open the door.

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Steady. The door opened perfectly. Ibra slowly entered the room. The atmosphere of the room appears dim due to the sleeping lights. Ibra could see a little girl sleeping behind her.

Is that my son? Ibra with teary eyes.

With careful steps Ibra walked around the mattress to see the face of his son.

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"Ki-Kina."

Ibra walked over and crouched down right in front of Kina's face.

"It turns out that God brought us together first, son," said Ibra lirih. Ibra's tears fell as she looked at Kina's face. A very similar face to Dee. Ibra's tears flowed back when she remembered Al's painting at the race.

My son is growing up now. Inner Ibra rubbed gently on Kina's hair.

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