HIDDEN STEP
CHAPTER 13
the journey of a dime attractor
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People can change because God turns their hearts upside down.
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"Dad, maybe all this time I've been a pick-me-up boy." Zian bowed his head, his hands clinging to the ends of the clothes he was wearing.
Of course, the child, which is more appropriate when your own mother is chattering to your brother while you are not considered to be there at all.
Zian is not envious!
You guys must know the inequality of rights between siblings. It broke the heart of another brother. That's how he feels now.
His father who was drinking coffee just listened without wanting to answer a single bit.
Once again Zian scowled. "Dad not heard?" Slightly shouting, Zian seemed to let go of a question he had wanted to ask.
His father was silent then with a sigh began to focus his gaze on his most spoiled youngest son.
"You don't have to worry, you haven't felt loved all this time?
Look what your mother did to Andrian, you're not at all familiar with her attitude towards you all this time?"
Zian started thinking.
Yes, Zian was treated the same way. But that's if there's no Andrian.
It was if he was alone, himself being the son of his only mother. As long as Andrian is near his mother, there is no Zian on his mind. Tragically.
"Yes... But if there's a brother Andrian, I'm sure you never cared about me."
As if holding the title of best actor, Zian began to shed tears of falsehood and pitiful aura.
His father who had often seen the behavior of the child began to be careless.
The patting of the youngest child's head is soft, then at the center of the child's forehead.
Don't think his father was always a cower, in some time he will be very ignorant.
"That's because your mother hasn't seen your sister in a long time. You know for yourself how rarely Andrian comes home. Don't be like a little boy ok!"
"Yes... Tap-" It's not finished yet he said, the father hoarded him.
"You are a little child, don't bring too much feeling."
Back with the coffee in front of him, his father no longer focused his gaze on Zian.
Zian himself saw it becoming annoyed. No one cares about him. All about Andrian, even this story about Andrian is not about him.
Zian stood up with his legs stomped. Her silent sister, one leg blocked the other. His self-balance disappeared, with eyes glaring at Zian's heart starting to beat hard, afraid of falling.
Zian almost stuck his butt on the floor if only his father hadn't pulled his hand.
His father was very skilled, it was only his father that he knew.
His heart was relieved, his hands he used to wipe his forehead and chest. With a smile he thanked his father.
But just said thank you tossed, he who had just stepped foot instead fell tripping over a chair with a face that first landed.
Poor Zian's.
Everyone in there was staring at him. Only the father is very fond of his son's spoiled misfortune for the two misfortunes that befall him.
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Andrian drove his car to whatartmentya. Buka Andrian is not at home, but he is not a teenager who just keeps quiet at home.
There are many things out there that require the eyes to unload Andrian's mind on something.
Like the little buskers he had once met. The child is still the same, with the same destiny.
When the little foot stepped beside his car Andrian lowered the windshield.
With a stern look, glasses, and a luxurious appearance made the little boy stunned.
His thought of his presence disgusted the noble, but as the small mouth full of white stains said an apology and stepped out his feet, the baritone voice of the man intruded him.
When he turned around all he found was a hundred thousand dollars hanging between the fingers of the man's hand.
Hang it behind the car door. Directly leading to him.
Scared bitch, the kid doesn't know what to do. He thought that person was angry because of his disdain for him but now that person gave him a huge sum of money for him?
"Take it" Andrian said flatly.
His heart's intent was to give money in a friendly manner, yet his face seemed like a wall. Never showed the water. If specifically. Also sturdy
"Forku?" The boy said with a downcast face occasionally glancing at Andrian.
Andrian who saw the shyness began to soften, with certainty he pulled the corner of his lips. Form a sincere smile.
Other cars will already move considering the lights are almost raining.
So when Andrian pulled back the money, the boy whose nose started to look up did not understand.
"You go there." Said Andrian while pointing at a place that seemed like a parking lot.
The boy nodded in understanding. Then start to step away from the street because the lights start to show green.
Tampa ba bi bu, Andrian stuck gas in the direction of the parking lot he had just shown.
The boy was already there, clutching a cup filled with pennies and a bottle filled with sand as a musical instrument for him to sing.
As Andrian opened the car door, the boy stepped into Andrian's stand.
Andrian handed over the money that had not been received.
But one that disturbs Andrian's mind. This child is certainly not alone, there is a driving agent behind this child.
If Andrian had just given up the money, maybe the kid wouldn't have felt the money.
So with a little empathy Andrian planned to bring the child to eat before asking him something.
"If I give you money where will it go?" Andrian asked crouching in front of the boy.
The child's mind began to change. This person was not only noble of what he saw, but also started from his heart.
Exceptionally well.
"Later Asep's uncle will take it." The answer is a little smile.
In front of him the beauty he had never met. As if Andrian's face was enveloped with rays of light surrounding him, the boy loved to look at Andrian's face.
Looking at Andrian who was thinking a smiling child uttered a sentence.
"Are you an angel?" Ask. Don't blame him, he's still a kid. As he remembered, the angel was kind-hearted. So the one in front of him is an angel, right.
Even the clothes are very good.
Andrian looked at the boy. A wry smile adorned his lips.
"Maybe yes" he said.
But he himself did not believe what he believed about it.
The boy smiled and clapped. "I know that. I'm never wrong." Said.
"Now that I have given you money, you must take good care of it. If it's your money, no one can take it, including Uncle Asep you said. Get in the car, let's get some food first, you must not have eaten."
Andrian was about to open the boy's door as his little lips muttered.
"But Asep's uncle will take it forcibly." Those eyes looked glum as they said so.
"Then you have to hide it, okay?" Andrian rubbed the boy's hair.
Feels sticky and rough. Andrian doesn't care, he can wash his hands later.
After nodding the boy boarded Andrian's car. Seeing all that with a twinkle of admiration.
He had never been in a car as beautiful and luxurious as this.
The car they drove split the road. Give the meaning of different life journeys even though they are in the same place.
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