I'm the Unacknowledged

First Meeting

That cold-looking little boy and judes really caught Argha's attention. He was like looking at a miniature Bram who was always cold to people he did not know. However, her mature skin inherited the mother.

"So, are you my dad?"

The first words he spoke were so cold. However, full of decisiveness. Argha was only able to flinch at the question of the seven-year-old. He himself was confused as to what to answer. Will he understand if Argha answers, right? But what if the question continues more specifically? think Argha.

"Sorry, I can't answer your question right now!" answer Argha.

The boy only smiled cynically in response to Argha's reply. For a moment, he turned his face to avoid something that was about to spill. She's fragile. However, do not want to show its fragility. Even more so in front of people he did not recognize. Back he looked at Argha with a gaze so cold and piercing.

"Hmm, I expected. He is a liar. And for the rest of his life, he will continue to lie to me" said the little boy as he passed away leaving Argha.

Confused! Of course, only confusion could Argha feel. The child's cold attitude indeed reminds Argha of Bram who is not too good at adapting to people he does not know.

For a moment, Argha stroked the chest looking at the child's attitude. However, a moment later Argha swung his steps towards the office of the orphanage head. Argha was about to reveal the meaning of his arrival to this parlour.

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Michael, a very short name, with no frills of a clan or the offspring of a father. It's the only name she's got, and she prefers the nickname that the house mom gave her, Miki.

The seven-year-old was sitting scattered under a fairly shady banyan tree. His mind drifted back to what happened a year ago.

"Sister promised, Ki. Big brother will bring you to pick you up from here" said a brownish short-haired woman

"But when?" ask a little boy who misses the warmth of a family.

"Later after you get married" replied the woman again.

"Why wait for my sister to get married? Isn't Brother's father Miki's father too?" asked Miki innocently.

"After you grow up, Big Brother will tell you everything," concluded the woman who shortly passed from before Miki.

Miki snorted annoyedly considering the chat she had with the older brother a year ago.

Don't have to wait for me to grow up, brother. I'm not a stupid kid who can't kiss my sister every time I ask my mom and dad. I already know the truth. One thing I don't know, why don't you acknowledge me as your son? miki's inner self while picking dry twigs scattered around her.

The taste of pain returned to his mind. Had he not had an accident on the cliff, of course until now he would never have known who his birth mother was.

"Mother please, Na. Look at Miki even once."

Faintly Miki heard the mother of the parlour talking to someone. He closed his eyes to listen to their conversation. I don't know what the guy said that provoked the emotions of the mother of the parlour.

"Enough Ilona Prasetya! As far as you go, it won't change your destiny if Miki is your son, your flesh and blood! I don't care about your hatred for the man who has impregnated you. But don't vent your anger on Miki. He's not guilty. It was enough that he suffered because his father did not acknowledge him. And now, are you also going to disavow him as your own son, huh?"

"Well if that's what you want. From now on, forget if you ever gave birth to an intelligent child like Miki. If until one day there are parents who will adopt him, I will never ask your consent. Like you said, he's nobody to you. Remember that's Ilona!"

And now ...the tears that once did not want to come out, finally spilled over also flooded both cheeks.

The world is cruel. It's not just you who won't admit me. But even the man did not want to admit me, Miki's inner grunt was upset when Argha would not admit it.

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"So, that's the story?" ask Miss Maria the owner of St. Jose's orphanage.

"If you don't believe me, I can give you proof of Ilona's last message" Argha said, handing her a final letter.

Mary received the letter and began to read it. A sadness did not appear on his face. It was as if Ilona's departure was a natural thing for him.

After she finished reading Ilona's last letter, Miss Maria folded the shabby paper back and gave it to Argha.

"Are you going to take good care of that kid?" ask Miss Maria full of search.

"I will try my best" replied Argha.

"I don't know what to say myself. Just so you know, two weeks ago, there was a young couple who were interested in adopting Miki. However, I cannot decide yet because I have to investigate the couple first" Ms Maria said.

Argha surprised. He was also confused as to what to do. Only, Argha did not want to disappoint the late Ilona. For the sake of her friendship with the deceased, Argha would try to bring Miki and educate her well. Moreover, Miki is a descendant of Bram, his best friend. Sooner or later, he should be able to get close to his biological father.

"I can't promise anything. But I really hope that Mom can be wiser in making decisions. Perhaps, after I read Ilona's last letter, I knew better who to hand Miki over to" replied Argha, straightforwardly.

Miss Maria was amazed by the straightforward answer of the man sitting before her. He began to believe that there was no harm in handing Miki over to the man. After all, the country of Indonesia is still thick with eastern culture. So Miss Maria is not too worried about Miki's future association in her mother's country of birth.

"Alright, I'll consider your wishes. I'll have a discussion first with the home counselor, I hope you can understand. I will tell you again if there is a decision," said Ms. Maria who did not immediately give a sweet promise to guests in front of her.

Argha nodded. He was immediately saying goodbye. Before he left he wanted to see Miki first. Unfortunately, the boy did not want to see Argha.

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On the way home, Argha snorted annoyedly at the arrogance shown by the little boy. My God, it is clear that habits do not want to be regulated from childhood. Am I able to take care of and educate a child who has such a heart of stone? inner Argha

"Damn!! Even after death, you can still weigh on me, Na" Argha snorted as he struck the wheel.

A moment later, Argha turned his car into a very luxurious mansion owned by his adoptive parents.