Just a Morning Dew

pov the mysterious man

The afternoon sky in this small town is very different from the capital city. I always take the time even if only once a month to come here, if you are free once a week. My heart has long intertwined in this city, the humble little town that is home to my soulmate. The game of life that has taken away our togetherness, so that I can not and rather do not dare to meet him. A beloved figure that I have hurt so deeply and I believe the wound is still there and cannot be lost.

I waited 2 hours in front of the school where Elijah was teaching. My heart beats every thought of meeting him. A widow with 1 child who remains charming, although a widow but I am sure many men are expecting it. However, until 3 years he is still at home widowed either because he has not been able to move on or because he still harbors pain and disappointment . She was just focusing on raising Zidan, her only son. I'm sure Zidan must have been happy being raised by a mother like Elijah. If I were still with him.

" Sir, why don't you go in and see him?"..Sopir and my assistant always question the same thing every time I take ngetem here.

" Not yet.just look at it has reduced my longing.just look at it happy and always smiling.oh, Elijah I really miss you.." I answered softly.

My driver just shook his head. Perhaps I am surprised by my attitude. When facing my clients and business colleagues I can be very assertive and authoritative but once faced with the figure of Elijah I am nervous and nervous.

At 3pm Elijah walked out of the school. Using a matic motor that has been somewhat obsolete piggybacking on his little hero. Without being given an aba, my driver immediately darted following him. The many times he looked back, could he possibly know that we were following him???

He was driving so fast, I was really worried, very worried. Actually, he's why.

"Master, madam stopped going into the supermarket." My car stopped right in front of the supermarket.

I send him money every month, whether he knows it or not, I don't want him to be short. Not so striking the nominal, but more than enough for the cost of living in this small town. Even if he wants to buy a new car or motorcycle nominal enough. But Elijah is still Elijah, always simple and not excessive in living his life.

This small town is famous for its spiky bamboo monuments, the city where my soul mate raised our children. Yes Zidan is my son, the son I'm looking forward to. Which I left for a crucial reason. A little baby I've held a few times. I'm his father but he doesn't know me very well, even so I kept quiet always following each growth and development.

" Sir, can we go back to Jakarta now? it takes 1 hour to get to the airport.on our flight we're only 2 hours away.." my assistant reminded must immediately return to the life of the capital. Reminds me of my position, the head of a mining company. How can a Prass be stranded as the richest man??? that was the crux of the matter until he had to leave his wife and child.There was a reason that required him to leave alone.

pov done.....

Elijah and Prass still love each other but fate does not allow them to be together. Are they not fools?????

What surprise will they face???? is there a male figure who can accept Elijah and his son sincerely??or will he go back to Prass? the ex he still loves very much.