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I'm not your papa!

"Pacify yourself, Mulan. I'm sure Rayyan's gonna be okay."

"Quiet, you said, Na? You're asking me to calm down? I don't even know where my son is and what he's like. How could I possibly calm down!" Mulan who had risen full of emotions, dropped her body again and sobbed again.

Ratna, the neighbor, could only look at Mulan with pity while gently rubbing her right shoulder. The woman is still angry. He doesn't know how to help his friend. No one knows where Rayyan is. What is clear after the incident Rayyan was taken away by someone driving a luxury car. The car was one of the victims of the consecutive accidents caused by Rayyan.

No one knows for sure where the boy was taken. However, from the rumors that circulated, Rayyan was used as a guarantee because the rich man suffered huge losses.

As a friend who has been with Mulan for almost seven years, Ratna somehow feels pessimistic if Mulan can save her son from bail. Mulan is just a poor woman who works in a small restaurant to support herself and her son. It seems very difficult to get a lot of money to compensate for the losses caused by Rayyan.

"I have to find Rayyan where, Ratna .... I have to find my son where," said Mulan in despair with tears.

***

Meanwhile in the speeding car, a man seemed to notice the little boy who was now sitting by his side while holding a box of supplies. His forehead was astonished. His mind was still trying to figure out how could the boy not want to take his gaze away from him with admiration, just like he was so proud.

Even more surprising, the boy who claimed to be named Rayyan repeatedly called him papa and wanted to follow him anywhere. How could it be, while this was the first time they met.

"Can you stop calling me papa?" door's chatty. "I'm not your father! You and I have never even known each other! And one more–" Bara closed his eyes while raising his index finger, then looked at the boy cynically and spoke with great emphasis. "I don't like the way you look at me."

"But I'm pretty sure you're my papa." With his innocence, Rayyan tried to defend herself. There was no fear from his face, even though he was dealing with a fierce man who had just been found this time.

Bara tried to temper his anger. He took a heavy breath and threw a glance towards the window. Today he was really hit by bad luck. And all this started from the mischief of the little boy who was sitting holding an empty supply box with a picture of a flower next to him.

"Papa." The boy called again, and it succeeded in making Bara inflamed to growl with emphasis.

"I'm not your father, boy! Can you understand that!" Bara closed his eyes while gritting his molars. The handsome-looking man tried to catch his breath. As much as possible refrain from harming or abusing Rayyan.

Paying attention to Rayyan carefully, he then tried to speak slowly to give understanding. "Listen to me! I reiterate once again, I am not your father, and you are not my son. So don't ever call me that again. Youunderstand?"

Rayyan did not answer. The boy just kept silent. His clear eyes again showed no fear.

Bara sighed softly and then threw his back on the backrest. Explaining anything to this brat seemed to be a waste. Finally he decided to think about work to dampen his emotions. "What about the next schedule?" ask the assistant sitting in the front seat.

"Three more hours you have to fly to Singapore."

Bara sighed softly then banged the back of his head on the backrest slowly. He glanced at the plain boy beside him for a moment, then spoke to his assistant.

"Ask the boy's exact address and drive him home in another car. If his parents are rich, you can seek compensation for the damage he caused, but if he comes from a poor family–"

Bara was speechless as Rayyan jumped into his lap. The boy even wrapped his hands around his neck and would no longer let go. Rayyan really did not want to be separated from him. Makes his head grow dizzy and heavy stress hit.

"Get him off me, Hendrik! Get rid!" the man was frustrated.

"B–well, Sir."

***

Esther was surprised to see her son coming with the little boy in the sling. The woman who originally read the magazine stood up and let the magazine just fall. As if he could not believe his own vision, he rubbed his eyes many times to convince his vision.

"Bara's? She who?" Finally the question was thrown out after a moment of shock.

"He is the source of the problem."

"Huh?" Esther frowned looking at the annoyed expression on her son's face. Clearly he did not understand what the meaning of 'source of problem' Bara said. His son was holding a little boy in an elementary school uniform. Even falling asleep in his arms. What problems does a child as small as him have?

"Did he cause a great loss? Whose son is he?" askanya again while taking over Rayyan from Bara's sling.

While Bara kneaded the part of his body that felt achy, Esther actually petted the boy who had wriggled it affectionately to calm down, then looked at the boy's face carefully.

Bara's forehead had tangled suspiciously to see a happy twinkle in a pair of eyes of his mother. Justright. Soon a smile of happiness was clearly on the lips of the woman.

"He caused the car behind me to have a back-to-back accident. Of course I'm the one who suffered the loss, because the one who had the consecutive accident was my own man."

Bara looked at the Mama with a demanding gaze, then spoke with emphasis and without feeling. "Anyway, I don't want to see this boy's face again in this house. It's up to you to throw it away or give it back to your parents. I don't give a shit."

"If you don't want to, then why did you bring it home?" Instead of following his son's wishes, Esther chimed in with questions.

"Because he refused to be driven home, Mama!" I growled in frustration. The man then shook his head inexhaustibly lamenting his own fate. "She made me sick of constantly calling me papa. I'm not the papa! We even just met!"

"If you don't want to give her back to her parents, how?"

"meaning?" Spontaneously blazing his two eyebrows together. The slanted smile on her lips made her even more suspicious. Bad feelings go straight to the head. Don't-don't ....

"Mama want what? Don't tell me–"

"Right Bara," cut Esther who seems to know what Bara is thinking. Seeing his son in shock mixed with panic, he even smirked evilly while speaking confidently. "Mama wants him."