I'm the Newspaper Seller
29. Beloved Family
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The car he was driving was now entering the yard area of the house greeted by security guards who quickly opened the fence wide.
"Good afternoon, sir," the man greeted Bastian with a smile.
He stopped his vehicle and stepped down from the car and quickly the black-clad waiter grabbed the suitcase under Bastian.
Bastian's steps swallowed as he could see the figure of a woman with a distended stomach waiting for him at the door. Bastian's smile was beautiful. That's Vira, the girl he married a year ago because of Mr. Dewantoro's will.
It turns out that in addition to the contents of the heirs that explain if all the inheritance is given to Bastian, in addition there is also the last sentence written if Bastian is required to marry the girl named Vira.
Bastian stopped his steps as he was in the presence of the girl.
"Good afternoon."
The girl smiled making Bastian kneel until his face was directly faced with the distended stomach that was only 7 months old.
He stroked the woman's stomach very gently.
"Now we will meet soon. I can't wait to meet my son."
Bastian kissed him and then he looked at Vira who was so embarrassed. Bastian got up and then he touched Vira's cheeks, both of which were flushed.
"Why?"
The woman shook her head making Bastian laugh again. So funny attitude this woman named Vira. Now only Bastian knows if marriage without any words courtship is so very beautiful. It is also better if someone does not have a relationship before marriage because someone who has been dating will quickly feel bored, however, if not dating first then the husband and wife relationship will be more romantic.
There was a timid attitude going on between the two of them.
"Why? Why are your cheeks so red?"
"It's okay" he answered.
Bastian took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"Your stomach is already growing, it's even 7 months old but you're still embarrassed if I stay like this? How long are you ashamed of this?"
Vira shakes. He didn't even know when it would happen.
Bastian sat in a chair facing a table that had been filled with food. There are a lot of chairs here. Bastian deliberately put a decent chair so they can eat together. Eat with who? Yes of course with the maids in his house and also the drivers and home security guards.
For Bastian everything is family, without them all Bastian would be difficult. Bastian also did not hesitate to ask his aides to invite his children who are at home to live in this house.
He did not want the children of his aides to feel distant from his family or parents because Bastian very know what it feels like to be away from parents and every time the meal will all be filled with laughter.
The maids in his house and his drivers also did not hesitate to give jokes during the meal. So very happy, everything feels very peaceful surrounded with good people.
What else does Bastian need right now? Wife, she has Vira who loves her so much. Son, only 2 months will the offspring be born from the womb of the wife. Family, she had a maid and her drivers who also loved her very much. Friend, he has mandra, Joy, Badrul and Sodiq then what does he not have?
Both old men? Yes indeed the figure does not exist at this time but they are in the heart of Bastian and every Friday Bastian will come to the tomb of Mr. Dewantoro and his mother whose burial place is placed in a different place.
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Bastian sipped a cup of coffee and placed it on the table and looked at the view in front of the house which is currently on the terrace of his house which is on the balcony.
It is customary for Bastian to sit alone for personal peace. He loved the night breeze, the night breeze he used to feel when he came home after selling newspapers.
He closed his eyes tightly taking a deep breath. It was still the same until both eyes opened. The same taste however, at different times. For a long time he had not been the son of a newspaper seller who had been the back of the family. Both shoulders should remain as strong as ever.
Bastian turned to look at the wife who had fallen asleep on her bed and then Bastian looked back at the ceiling with a flickering star up there.
Someday if his son has been born and grows into a child that is in accordance with his expectations make he will tell everything. He will tell you his life story. He will tell how the story of the newspaper seller's son who fought for the mother who has now been peaceful in the paradise realm.
Bastian knows if the story is not too interesting just of course the story will always be remembered at any time. There are many values we can take. A conclusion in a story, though,.
A story must have its own values and conclusions and Bastian hopes if the conclusions can be accepted by the crowd.
He just wants to give people an understanding if giving thanks is the most extraordinary thing in life.
With gratitude we will be happy because people who do not feel happiness are people who are never grateful so be grateful in everything that happens in this world because whatever happens in the world it was because of God's will.
God will not allow anything to happen if God does not.
Up here the story of the newspaper salesman's son. Please don't forget the story!
...~Tamat~...
