Father To Baron

CHAPTER 33

"Hi Arita, I'm really here."

Arita stood stiffened with her surprised face, when she saw a burly man standing right in front of her. The calm he had originally felt, was now replaced by the emotions that began to appear on his chest.

"Where do you know my home address?" asked Arita at that time without further ado, while someone who was an uninvited guest was also unmoved in his place standing.

Silence, there was no conversation for a few seconds afterwards. Finding it, making the woman focus her gaze toward the yard of the house. It looks like a white car, besides only a quiet atmosphere due to Maghrib time.

"Aren't you going to ask me to come in?" sindir the man who felt a little cold because of the countryside. Understandably, he was not used to the situation.

"I'm sorry, but please sit outside" he replied, pointing to the two available chairs on his porch. For a moment, Arita could see the surprised look on the man's face.

There is no other purpose for Arita to not let Gibran into the house. It's just that he doesn't want any misunderstandings because of that. Moreover, her status as a single mother, made Arita think long.

But no doubt, a nod of the head of the figure made Arita feel relieved. After being invited by the host, finally the man who was none other than Gibran was sitting his body on a chair in question.

"You don't pray, sir?" arita asked doubtfully.

"Ah I mean, if you're going to do it go there, please" continued the woman who made Gibran stare at a crowded building by residents around to worship. The distance is not so far from the house Arita, making Gibran silent for a moment.

"I'm a non-Muslim" he replied, which made the woman's countenance a little surprised. Not long after, Arita tried to cover her surprise with an awkward laugh. That is precisely what makes Gibran amazed for a while.

"I stayed to pray for a while" she said, which made Gibran nod his head. Although Arita entered the house, but the woman still left the door wide open because Gibran was still on the porch of her house.

After the woman left, the man rubbed his arm because he felt the cold air.

"It seems that wearing this shirt is my biggest mistake" the man murmured with a grumble at his choice. Her brother had offered her a sweater before she came here. And with his ngeyel, he only uses tops in the form of shirts with fairly thin materials.

Unknowingly, Gibran commented on his faint smile as he looked at the little hand of the boy who was moving as he himself was talking. It instantly reminded Gibran of his childhood, which was exactly the same as the boy's habits.

"He was very similar to me when I did that," he said with growing curiosity.

A notification that entered on his phone, made Gibran open the message. For a moment his attention was focused on the screen of his phone that was on. Unconsciously, a few minutes he spent doing the activity.

"Who is this?" Gibran raised his gaze to the side when he heard the typical voice of a young boy. Both of his eyebrows shot up in astonishment, seeing that the boy he had noticed earlier, was already in front of him.

"Hi boy, what's your name?" ask the man with the face of his face.

Hearing the question posed by the foreign figure, made the Baron widen his eyes enthusiastically. Still with his gray sheath, the boy tried to sit his tiny body in the chair next to Gibran.

"Eh .. here's help," the man's initiative when he saw the boy had difficulty sitting his body. The thing that made Gibran feel amazed, the little boy immediately thanked him after he helped.

"My name is Baron Mahameru, Om. Cool, right?" saith.

For a moment, Gibran laughed amusedly at the voice of the boy. After rubbing the small head belonging to the Baron, the man turned his body towards the side and looked at the tiny face of the adorable figure.

"Cool, Baron like the name of the beach. While Mahameru, the name of his favorite mountain om," he explained that made the little one nod his head repeatedly. Seeing the adorable little creature, Gibran did not want to waste the moment.

Pt ...

"Mother, someone kissed Baron's cheek!"