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#SpecialSpecialSpecial: The Little Rasyi who are lost
^^^Note~!^^^
^^^Story was set just when Rasyi was three years and four months old. Where told in the beginning [Daughter of the Widower]. Basically, Rasyi did not know anything about his main conflict. Enjoy~^^^^
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Let's take another look.
Fresh air. The light is so bright. The clouds that protect my skin are like sweet melted cotton candy.
This beauty can be eternal, if I don't get lost.
Really?!! Not a month ago I was out of my house arrest! And this is what I got?! Getting lost?!!
I blame you Fares! Leaving the sweet Rasyi who had only been a victim for three years?! Your carelessness really makes me end up being a lost child, Fares! So the missing child!!
“Huuuh..., brother Faayes mana...,” I began to get annoyed with my own lisp sound.
How could I have gotten lost so far?
We just went for a walk around the house. It's a real estate I don't know at all. I have never been out of the house since birth, but that doesn't mean I can't find my way home like this!!
Really?!
Oh, whoa. My memories that are already full of this problem seem to be getting something. This area if not wrong...is around the museum right?
Hmmm, from the museum to the house....
Nope! Information shortages.
Of course because this Rapunzel princess was locked up for her entire life and had only felt the outside air for less than a month. How do I know how to get home from the museum?!
Aaaaaagh⏤
“Auw!”
Oops. I think I hit someone.
The museum is on a visit like that. If I look around, yes, there are many high school students here.
“No papa, deck?” the man I hit was staring at me.
I was trying to see his face turned against the scorching sky, “Sorry, Achi by accident.”
“Achi?” she squats now, “Lucuya~”
Wait for. Why do I feel like I've seen him?
Who....?
“Gading~ See deh, so sweet right~?”
Looks like he has a friend.
Eh? Heh?! Papa?!!
De, in the high school uniform?!!! Heeeh?!!?!
That, that's really him. I know that handsome face anywhere!
That good looks is indeed my annoying papa! That's the handsome papa.
Why can't I stop thinking ‘tampan’?!
He.. handsome in high school uniform.
Stop thinking about ‘tampan’!!
“Dek, why?” this High School Girl is looking towards papa, “The boy is scary huh?”
“Ha, funny,” this guy even sounds like papa, “I stay.”
Heh? She wants why?!
Waitaminute! “Papa!”
My cry stopped her from trying to leave. His face was as shocked as hearing a monster whispering near his ear.
Are you the one who should be surprised?!
This isn't funny, papa! Your beautiful daughter is lost!
This girl I didn't realize her face was weird, “Papa?”
“Not,” this man is looking at me firmly.
Yeah, like I believe! There's no way I don't recognize you.
“Papa!” stop that stupid behavior!
He I crouched down in front of me, “Whose papa's name?”
Why did he ask? “Rizki!”
His index finger points to himself, “This is Ivory, not Rizki.”
Yeah, course.
“Papa!” I pointed back towards him.
“Not.”
You want to fish for the bad part of your daughter, huh?! Fine!
Cry, Rasyi, cry! “PaaaPAAAA!”
“Aaah!!”
“Wow.”
“PaaaapAA⏤hmp!” anything sweet comes into my mouth?! The candy?
“Already?” papa who gave me candy?
Because of this I can't get angry until I grab her hair. He really knows how to make my heart go out.
Sweet candy is different, but delicious!
Waitaminute! This is not what should have happened!
Papa give me another candy to my hand, “Is there a necklace or anything with her parents' phone number?”
“Oh, there are. On the bike,” the girl found a sheet of laminating paper stuck on my bike, “Rizki Wirandi. I'll borrow the museum phone. You take care of it first yes here.”
She gone?
“Nisa wait!” papa called him but he was far away.
Hm? “Nisa?”
That name, right.makaya I feel I've known him! She's mama!!
“Mama!” I pointed at the girl who had left.
The problem is, my mom is dead!!
Papa looked in the direction I pointed, “Not.”
“Mama!”
He sighed, “Who is your name?”
This isn't really funny. My father never met his own son. Is he really a normal high school boy?
Rizki was so young. But the nuances of a doctor who already has children, with a schoolgirl in white gray. Both are two different things.
Is that true?!
“Ac...,” ahem! “Rasyi!”
“Rasyi?”
“Rasyi!”
“Ok,” papa stands and his hand grips the steering wheel of my tricycle, “We sit there.”
He walked with his bicycle with one hand. I followed him from behind. While I was busy getting confused I had to put where the candy filled my hands.
Park chairs around the museum parking lot he sits on. It seemed that he was aware of my behavior, making him take the candy in my hand and put it in the bicycle basket.
“Rasyi's house where?”
...
I'm not wrong, am I? This is true papa, right?
Just try me to show this guy again, “Papa!”
“Iya, papa's house,” she pointed herself, “Not this one.”
It's getting weird.
First, papa can't be this intent if you want to prank me. The fact that he would insult me with all his effort is that I could get lost. Second, if he's papa and that girl's mama⏤, of course that's impossible!
“You don't know where your house is?”
I looked back at him sitting in the garden chair. Standing up while enjoying the lollipop in my mouth. We were silent while looking at each other.
“Hmmm, don't know ya?”
But I should have remembered his address, “Rasyi his home in Citra Mandala!”
“Iya. The house is big!”
Why else? His face looked very confused. Confused this is really.
It's strange!
“What year were you born? Know?”
I definitely know. But three-year-olds shouldn't know that, right?
Then..., “Two thousand.. how much is it! Don't know!”
“Two thousand?!”
Why else is he?! Don't look at me like I was a child born in antiquity, but jump over the destruction and go before your face!
“Heh, heheheh, again?”
Any more?
He stands. The strange laugh stopped and he started to raise me to the bike.
Is this all of a sudden?
“Come brother inter.”
Lah? This guy pulled my bike. There are no bases at all!
But yes, no problem anyway. I don't have to get tired of pedaling.
“Papa Rasyi looks like sister, right?”
What a strange conversation.
Nevermind! I'mtired. That's what I think about later after this PAPA takes me home.
“Iya. Papa! Similar to Rasyi also.”
“Heh,” he laughs again? “Whose long name is Rasyi?”
“Rasyiqa... The dheanadari... Wirandi!”
“Hmm..
I'm really confused how to. Papa is acting like a stranger.
But if he really delivered me at least in front of the compound, it would be helpful to stop this madness. The guard fathers of the complex could not be mistaken to know papa.
“Nih, Citra Mandala,” she stopped and looked at me.
...
I silently saw the situation. Look again at this crazy High School kid. I stared at her on my left, then back at her.
She...crazy?
This is just empty land!!
I stare at it, “Not!!”
She crouched down in front of me who was still sitting on the bike, “See that?” he pointed at the banner on that empty ground? “Write, coming soon Citra Mandala complex.”
Co... coming soon?!! Is that true?!!
“That means the complex is not yet finished, but want to be made.”
But, but, but, but but!
“Where is Rasyi?!”
“Not in Citra Mandala?”
“No! Real Rasyi house in Citra Mandala!!”
“Then wait here.”
“Aaaa! Rasyi is falling!”
Really?! He moved my bike more to the side, out of the asphalt road. Facing my bike to the empty land.
“Listen, Rasyi,” she sat again on my right side, made our face parallel, “Rasyi should not be at this time.”
What else is that? “What time?”
“Jam Rasyi is not yet.”
Eh? “Rasyi don't buy jam!”
“Heh,” is he laughing now? “Try closing eyes. Count one to three. Remember again Rasyi house shape how.”
What does he want anyway?!
“Try first,” he forced me to close my eyes, “Rashi's house how, keep counting one two three slowly.”
Aaagh! It's up to him! “One.... two.... three....!”
“Rasyi!”
Hm?
My eyes opened directly to my right. Aye? Aunt Sari?
“Honey,” he ran towards me and hurriedly touched my face gently, “Rasyi is not papa right? Any injuries?”
“Jeez, really lucky!” Ira?
“He met his own way?” Hendras.
“Sorry...,” Fares?
Wait, wait wait wait wait wait! It's too crowded! Baffled. Papa was here, right? Where are the people?!!
“Huuh...”.
That's her! “Papa!” I pointed in the direction of the vacant land earlier, “Home Rasyi gima⏤”
Heh? Eh?!
This... in front of the complex?! Gates, houses. Crowded people. What did that mean?!
“Why, darling?” Sari was still worried.
“Papa!” I got off the bike and approached the man, “Kok is there again?!”
“What?” he squatted in front of me.
“So papa rumah Rasyi has not been so! Still, still a forest!!”
He looks confused.
“That, papa said Rasyi's clock hasn't arrived yet. So Rasyi should count one to three while closing her eyes!” Aaaargha! So emotional!!
You told me that! You are!
Wait, my index finger is pointing to his shirt, “Which papa's uniform?”
“Agazes?”
“Iya! That SMA uniform!”
“Rasyi, baby, let's go home. Rasyi hungry huh?” oh, really, Sari!
“So papa really wear white uniform gray!”
Aarghs! Must be happy for you now, Rizki?! Stabbing your son up like this?!! Heh?!
“Papa ugly papa ugly papa ugly!!”
“Heh,” laughs you huh?!
“Rasyi...”.
“He's okay,” now this papa is holding me, “Rasyi is just confused. Later also forget yourself.”
“Papa who played Rasyi!” how could I forget?!
“Hmm...,” she smiled and pinched my nose. Walk slowly while continuing to carry me, “That's okay. Rasyi clock has arrived kok.’
What else is that?!
“Year nine dozen, Rasyi house is still forest anyway. Papa is also new SMA,” papa is talking again.
Yeah, yeah, whatever!!
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Heh?
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