I'm the Newspaper Seller

23. Ill

6 Years Later....

In addition to being the adopted son of Mr. Dewantoro, now one of the tasks of Bastian is the introduction to the man who is getting older. His wrinkled skin shows how long he has lived in this world.

Bastian seems to be driving the steering wheel of the car and of course this is the knowledge he gets from the teacher, namely Mr. Dewantoro who has given a lot of knowledge to Bastian like driving a car, like driving a car, take care of business, learn how to communicate well, how to discuss, present. Yeah everything Bastian did.

In addition to being the adopted son of Mr. Dewantoro he was also assigned to be the representative of the old man who will follow the meeting in place of Mr. Dewantoro if he is unable to attend.

In his company, Bastian has been very well known even his employees think that Bastian is his biological son. Yes, at the beginning of introducing his son, Bastian since childhood was always invited to come to the company. Introduce him early how the world works in the company.

At first Bastian thought the men sitting in the office were just sitting around, but, it turns out their heads will be dizzy thinking about the course of this company and keeping the company going is so very difficult and Bastian also just knew if what he had been thinking about men the tie was not what he thought it was.

It is not just a matter of sitting down however, they are really working and not only do they lurch around to earn money the easy way but rather they have to rack their brains to take care of the company.

Bastian opened the car door as Mr. Dewantoro stepped up to him. The look on Bastian's face seemed confused when he saw Mr. Dewantoro who looked to blink his eyes several times slowly. The look on his face even showed that he looked very tired.

"How was today sir?"

"What's up, son?"

"Just ask."

"It's okay, kid's just tired."

Bastian nodded then he ran to open the door to him and then just walked Mr. Dewantoro intend to step into the car suddenly his body became weak to make the surprised Bastian with quickly hugging him made some employees and other security guards quickly swarm the big boss.

...****...

"He's just exhausted maybe two three days hospitalized will definitely be cured."

Bastian nodded his head as the doctor who had examined Mr. Dewantoro explained.

The man in the white suit, the doctor's style, patted Bastian on the shoulder and then bid him leave. Bastian turned to arrange a smiling Dewantoro sir. He looked at Mr. Dewantoro's face which still looked pale. Bastian pulled out a chair and sat down next to the man who was still smiling at him.

"Now see what's going on? Bastian said that the father did not force himself to work. Now is my father sick"

"Yes the name is also human there must be healthy and sick."

"But Bastian doesn't want you to be sick."

Mr. Dewantoro smiled so happily. He stroked the hair of his adopted son that made Bastian rub the back of the hand of Mr. Dewantoro. Bastian has truly loved the man who raised him as a child 6 years ago.

"You're big now, even your body is taller than mine, and your face is as handsome as I am, she said, then chuckled."

"How now? Are you going to college?"

Bastian shook his head.

"No need, sir."

"Why?"

"No way," replied Bastian though honestly in his heart the deepest he wanted to continue his education.

"You're afraid of your brother?"

"It's not. Just-just"

"What's? Just what?"

"It's not good."

"Why not good?"

"Son, don't you ever assume that you're my adopted son. You're my real son. Yes, I love you even more than my grandchildren and my daughter."

"Look at what's always been next to you, you're one, nothing else."

"That's because only Bastian knows you're sick. Try the phone and tell me he'll come here soon."

Hearing that made Mr. Dewantoro nodded then grabbed the phone in his pocket and then rubbed his phone screen several times until he pressed the speaker button until the sound of the phone ringing sounded. Connecting, no response.

"Look he didn't pick up."

"Try the phone again, sir maybe he's busy."

"Ah you're too positive. He did not want to pick up the phone from my father. Try you on the phone!" pinta Pak Dewantoro made Bastian nod and immediately pulled the phone out of his pants pocket to contact Melinda.

Rang! Quite a long time the sound of a ringing sound that was heard until not long ago the voice of the voice was heard from there.

"Hello!"

"Hello, sister Melinda-"

"No need to call me brother! I'm not your brother!"

The sound of reprimand made Bastian turn to look at Mr. Dewantoro who immediately put his index finger in front of his lips trying to tell Bastian not to tell him that he heard the speech of his son.

"Sorry Melinda, Bastian just wanted to tell me something

"No importance!" cut it.

"But it's important."

"On what? You don't make me so not in the mood, deh today anyways you do why, anyway my phone?"

"It's not important" he added.

"Sorry brother but you're in the hospital."

"Heh that's my father! Not your father, you know?" his bluff made Bastian flinch while Mr. Dewantoro could only shake his head.

Bastian could only gulp his saliva. Actually all this time he always hid the bad attitude of Melinda to his father and said if Melinda always be nice to him.

"Father is in the hospital" Bastian told reporters before Melinda said much more.

"Oh, go to the hospital, it's all because of you. Because you made my Papa go to the hospital. If you don't live in this house maybe Papa" no problem Bastian's hospital can only be terrible forehead do not understand why Melinda blame him for the pain Mr. Dewantoro.

"Yes I'm sorry, brother but sister Melinda doesn't want to see you?"

"Urus himself! You're his favorite son and Papa's not important. Understand no? Just disturb. I am not on holiday in Bali. Make a bad mood you are."

The severed connection made Bastian sigh long enough.

"I'm sorry Melinda's sister, sir," said Bastian, making Mr. Dewantoro caress Bastian's hair.

"Why are you sorry, son? Melinda's wrong isn't you."

Mr. Dewantoro is silent now. Apparently all this time the attitude of his son was not good even to him and Bastian himself.

He looked back at his adopted son and stroked his hair.

"You have to go to college if you reject it, it means you don't love your father anymore."

The sentence suddenly made both eyes Bastian move settled toward Mr. Dewantoro who was still lying there complete with in addition to the infusion attached to his hand.