Don't Call Me Beautiful...!

Chapter 51 Separated

"Beautiful, your name is Beautiful, right?, according to your face" he said, then saw the little boy who held the hand of Beautiful.

Degs...

That kid, why is he so similar to little Arief?

Mama Galuh continued to pay close attention to Kay, repeatedly seen still, Kay was similar to Arief as a child. His face, his nose, his lips, his eyes, even his haircut were exactly the same as Arief's.

"Sweet boy, here!" Mom waved her hand at Kay.

Kay looked at her mother's face, a sign she asked permission to approach, Beautiful then nodded.

"Who's name is your darling?"

"Kay" he answered short.

"His name is Kaede Rukawa Bu, her nickname is Kay" Obviously Beautiful.

First seeing the handsome boy's face, Mama Galuh immediately felt in Love, She seemed nostalgic to see Arief in the past, but there was not the slightest suspicion in her heart.

He's that kid, handsome and polite boy, even though he's not even 5 years old but he looks smart, Mama Galuh can't even wait to quickly become Oma continued for Kay.

After the evening came, the situation of the mother of Arga was improving, he and Arga decided to return to Bandung, they say goodbye.

Just as Arga's car was driving out of the Hospital gate, a luxury car came into the Hospital's parking lot.

Arief came down and stepped foot faster, heading for the VVIP room where his mother was being treated.

If only Beauty had been in the room longer, maybe they would have passed her there by now. But once again fate has not yet brought the two together.

"Ma, how's it going now?" he was very worried to see his mother drooping down with a slightly pale face.

"Mama's got the Rif"

"Thank God then, sorry Ma Arief can only come now!"

"No dear, there's your sister who's keeping Mama here, Arga was here"

"The arga? Where is he now?"

"He came back to Bandung, tomorrow he has activities that cannot be left behind"

Arief understands Arga is a person who is attached to his work, like his papa as well.

...

On the way home.

"Kay, I'm sorry Papi yes!, papi did not have time to take you for a walk, even all day in the Hospital"

"it's Okay Papi" Kay said as she fused her thumb and index finger into a circle.

Lately since entering school, Kay began to often speak in English, yes Although there are still many things wrong.

Since Beautiful worked, Kay spent more time with Diana, and Diana also made the child speak a lot of English.

Arriving at home at approximately 9 pm, Kay fell asleep on her mother's lap, since entering the toll road.

The hands and feet of the mother-of-one felt numb and tingling, Arga took over Kay, and held her inside the house.

While Beautiful tried to relieve tingling in her legs that hurt as well as amused.

After Arga laid Kay in her room, she returned to the car. He saw the woman he loved was still grimacing there.

"Not stopped the tingling?"

"Not yet"

"Let's help me stand up!"

Arga held Beautiful in his arms by placing Beautiful on her shoulder while her hands were coiled around her waist.

Deg deg...

Arga's heart was pounding, when they touched, not hugging was still beautiful to him.

While the woman felt nothing, all she felt were her legs that felt very uncomfortable.

All night he thought incessantly of the woman who had filled his heart.

Her feelings for Beauty grew even greater, but she knew she didn't really love him.

But until whenever he will be patient waiting and trying to make Beautiful accept him.

While Beautiful otherwise his tiredness makes the woman sleep soundly until the morning, even he forgot to take his clothes.

...

In the morning at the office he got good news as well as bad news.

The good news is that he was chosen as the best interior designer in the Andini Art company.

And the bad news, he will be transferred to Jakarta to handle Mega project that had a problem.

The director himself chose him, and he could not refuse at all, because it was written in his employment contract.

He should be happy, if he moves to the center, that means his salary will go up many times, but like his son. He could have split with Kay.

"How is it, I can't break up with my son? would you please help me?"

"I've tried, even I'm willing to replace you, but I can't, the Director chose you"

After consulting with the family, he finally decided to leave, but the family convinced him, even they promised to look after Kay, as long as she left.

Even according to Rama he was only in Jakarta during the Mega Project it took place, and will return after completion.

Next Monday he should already be in Jakarta, and start his work there.

On Sunday he went in between by Rama, before he had looked for a Contract which was a good distance close to the office.

Arga this time could not drive him, because he was assigned to help victims of flash floods in a village in the district of Bandung.

She left with a heavy heart leaving her son, lucky Kay is a smart child, she even kissed her mammoth cheek as she bailed away.

Arriving in Jakarta, he packed his things, and arranged his clothes in a plastic cabinet he had bought just now on the street.

He also bought a mattress, stove and rice cooker, as well as some kitchen furniture.

When Rama finished coming home.

"Be careful, take good care of yourself here, may everything be smooth"

"Sister, I'll take Kay!"

"Don't worry we'll all take care of him"

Evening arrived, this was the first time he was separated from his son, the longing was mountainous, anxious to think about how his son was. Is his son okay? Is he a sleeping bus without himself? has he eaten? and the others too.

The morning came, his eyes were still red because all night he had trouble sleeping, because he missed Kay.

But he had to keep getting out of his sleep, he rushed to clean himself with water that felt warm even though it was not warm water. Unlike in Bandung Air in the morning will feel very cold pierced into the pores of the skin.

He walked into the larger office of his office in Bandung.

"Good morning, with Beautiful mother from Bandung Branch?" ask a man to her.

"Really sir"

"Mother is waiting for the director in the room, let me take it."

The man who was the Director's personal assistant drove Beautiful to the Director's room.

Previously they met, his name was Dion, a 30-year-old man of high stature and brown skin, typical of Ambon people.

The door of the main director's room was knocked by Mr. Dion.

Tok to tok.

"Lake in!" Answer someone in there.

The door opened, and a formally dressed person sat in a chair against the table.

When the chair turns....