Kyra Love Design

DCK - Chapter 40

"Dear mommy said yes. Okay Om Ryan about Bik Lastri again back home." Kyra says goodbye to her son, Arsyanendra Devanand.

The 5-year-old boy understood. Kyra thinks Arsya - her son's familiar call will protest and complain as it has been. But it seems that the child has increasingly understood the work of his mother who sometimes had to leave him.

"How many days is there?" ask Arysa.

"It's been a week at most, but I try before a week my mom is back. I hope that as long as you go, Arsya will be the same as Om Ryan" Kyra explained.

Arsya looked at Ryan for a moment, then nodded.

"Yan, pick Arsya up. If there's anything you call me right away!"

"Yes, Mother. I will take good care of Arsya" replied Ryan.

Ryan Bara Andaru, a 20-year-old man already considers Kyra like her own biological sister. Kyra first met Ryan 5 years ago because of an incident.

Tin!

The sound of horns in front of the house sounded. That means Kyra's taxi order is coming. Ryan deftly took Kyra's suitcase out of the house.

"Darling, my mom left first. Remember don't bother Om Ryan!" Kyra reminded her son of his ways.

"Yes, Ma."

Kyra hugs Arsya and then kisses her forehead.

"Mom go first, baby. Assalammualaikum." Kyra then takes a taxi waiting for her. He opened some glass and waved his hand.

"Waalaikumsalam" answered Arsya and Ryan simultaneously. The two also return Kyra's hand.

Ryan and Arsya enter the house. Ryan sat back down and continued his reading that had stopped earlier. Moreover, it seemed like the little Young Master had no sign of coming out. The boy went into his room.

"Tumben was the old boy in the room" Ryan murmured as Arsya did not leave the room.

He then put down the book he was reading and went up to the second floor to Arsya's room.

"Lho, how did you bring the bag, Sya? Where you going?" ryan asked when he found that the boy had just come out of the room with a backpack even though the child's school was closed today.

"I want to go, Om," java Arsya.

"Ooh... Arsya has a promise to play together. Come on, Om anter." Ryan thought the boy from Kyra was about to go play with a classmate who happened to live in the same compound. "Eh, wait! How do you want to play you have to bring a bag anyway?"

Arsya moves her index finger left and right. "No, Om. Arsya doesn't want to play. But, Arsya wants to go somewhere far away."

"Definitely to the playzone" guess Ryan. He knew the little boy could not stay home. "Yes, let's go Anterin. But, um, change clothes first. Arsya wait a minute."

"Not to the playzone, Om."

Ryan's steps stopped. He turned his body and looked at the handsome-looking little boy before him. That said, Arsya's face is similar to his biological father. Although Ryan has never seen her in person, at least that's what he heard from Kyra's conversations with her parents.

"If not to the playzone, where would you go? To the park complex?" ask Ryan. "Om must be anterine. But, Om want to change clothes first," continued Ryan.

"Arsya is going to Jakarta, Om."

Arsya's answer made Ryan widen his eyes.

"To Jakarta? Whose place are you going?" ask Ryan again. As far as Ryan is concerned, none of Arsya's relatives live in the megapolitan city. Arsya's grandmothers lived in Bandung.

"Arsya wants to find papa" answered Arsya.

Arsya.

Ryan does not know that Arsya's real father is still alive, but all this time both Kyra and her parents deliberately did not mention him in front of Arsya. From there Ryan finds out that they accidentally didn't tell Arsya about her real father.

"But Arsya wants to find papa where? Jakarta is wide. The Jakartans say it's scary." Ryan tried to have the toddler in front of him to undo the intention there.

"Arsiah is not afraid. If Om Ryan is afraid, Arsya will go to Jakarta alone." The boy was about to step away, but Ryan hurriedly held him back.

"We got Mama's permission first?"

"Mama is definitely not ngizinin." Arsya pouting.

"Well, that's Arsya knows. So, Arsya does not need to go there, yes" persuaded Ryan.

"Arsha only wanted to meet papa Om, even if it was only once. Arsya wants to ask me why she didn't go after Arsya and Mama?" Arsya's face looked very sad when she said that. "Friends Arsya aja yesterday papa nyariin, why papa Arsya not nyariin Arsya and mama?"

"But, Arsya.... "

"Arsya please, Om! Please!" Arsya clenched both hands in front of the chest. "If Om does not want to nemenin, Arsya will go to Jakarta itself" he threatened.

"Do you know the way to Jakarta?"

"Know. From here Arsya just take a transport to the terminal or station. Keep looking for a bus or train to Jakarta. Arsya also downloud the application for train ticket agents." Arsya showed her hape screen to Ryan.

It's only fitting that during this week, Arsya always asked to take a bus or taxi when leaving and returning from school it turns out that the child's destination is this. He also often asked the transport driver or taxi he was riding how to go to Jakarta.

Ja. Arsya has intelligence above children his age. The boy could even remember street names easily.

Ryan believes that if he refuses to accompany the child to Jakarta, the boy who has chubby cheeks will go alone.

"All right, Om will be with Arsya. But, um get ready first!" Ryan agreed to the boy's wishes.

Not long after, Ryan came out with a suitcase. The two then went to the station by taxi. Luckily there are still remaining ticket sales to Jakarta that are sold offline at the station so that both do not have to wait too long to go to Jakarta.

"Indeed Arsya knows where papa is?" ryan asked when they were sitting in the seat of one of the train cars to Jakarta.

The little boy nodded. However, he took a brochure from inside the bag and showed it to Ryan.

"I heard the owner of this hotel and restaurant. Unfortunately papa's photo wasn't on display there."

Ryan looked at. "Where did you get that brochure?"

"When my grandmother came and showed me the brochure with my mom." Arsya put the brochure back in the bag.

"Who was put in the bag, didn't Om see it yet?"

"Look at it later after arriving in Jakarta. Fear of fire" answered Arsya.

"Arsya during our time in Jakarta, Arsya call Om Ryan papa ya. Fear if you call Om Ryan with the name Om, Om will be mistaken for a kidnapper. Moreover, cases of child abduction are rife in various regions. Arsya knows, right?"

"Ready, Om. Arsya knows." The five-year-old boy gave two thumbs up signs of understanding.

Lucky that day Kyra did not call, at least Ryan did not need to lie to Arsya's mother. During Arsya's journey of sleep. Ryan just woke him up when they arrived at one of the stations in Jakarta from there the two immediately took a taxi to the hotel in the brochure.

Being impatient, when the taxi carrying the two of them arrived in front of the hotel in question Arsya immediately went down and ran. The little boy could not wait to meet his father. And that's when a car came out of the hotel parking lot that almost hit Arsya.

Ciiitt!