Lara My love

Chapter 25 I found you

After making sure the little girl got to her house I went back to the restaurant because my parents were still there, they must have been looking for me because I just left after lunch together.

" Where are you from?"Ask Dady after seeing my presence.

" Let's get wind." Answer's short.

" You must be chasing the girl who ate with us, right ?"Mamy asked curiously.

" No mam, I'm just out for the wind." I dodged.

" Don't lie to mamy, mamy noticed you from still on campus always pay attention to the girl, let alone fit again lunch earlier mamy see you always steal a glance at the girl." Mamy replied with a smile.

" Your girlfriend?"Ask dady who was curious too.

" No dad, just friend."

" Mamy same dady not forbid you to date Ze again, but remember not to let the events of that time repeat again." Mommy.

" So this mamy same dady directly to the airport, you sure you don't want to come back to California?" Momy.

" Why so cute mam, just yesterday you guys arrived, the time has come back again?" Whining like a child who is reluctant to part with his parents.

" We can not stay there long time, Ze, mamy hope you understand ya."

" Are you sure you still want to be here?" Mommy asked again.

"Yes mom, Ze still wants to be here. What are you going to the airport for, antherin Ze?"

" Mamy has taken Ze's taxi, soon again must have come the taxi. You're good here, same as the mbok!"Mamy hugged me

After hugging and saying a few farewell taxi sentences in the message my parents finally came. I drove them until they got into the taxi, some of our mamy waved at me before finally the taxi they were riding away from the restaurant.

I got in the car and I was going to go home. Today was very tiring, it feels like I want to take a shower and sleep as much as possible, replacing the nights that passed without a good sleep because I was busy with the script. I haven't had time to turn on the engine, my phone is ringing, I'm picking it up in my pants pocket. Tumben Fajar nelfon, usually he would just send a message, murmured me inwardly and immediately raised his call.

" Why?" Answer me without further ado.

" Indhi is the same you are not?" Ask Fajr from across the street.

" Indhis. No, what happened?" Ask me back

" Said she left the house, I guess went with you."

" Say who?"

" His brother Indhi came here, nyariin him, he said he went from home, abis fighting the same mouth nyokapnya".

Hearing Dawn's explanation I immediately turned off her phone call. I panicked and worried about where the girl had gone when it was this afternoon.

I went down the street, went to all the places he might have gone but nothing. I still have not given up on finding his whereabouts, until I accidentally cross in front of my campus, I pull my car over on the side of the road that is not too crowded. He went there, but he might have dared to go there alone, but there was no harm if I checked.

I got out of the car and rushed to the place because soon the sun was about to sink, along the way I did not cross paths with anyone, I began to hesitate to continue but was already stuck, I'm halfway there, if he's not there just assume I came to see the sunset over there.

My breath gasped, I stopped several times to catch my breath. I reached the top of the hill coinciding with the sun sinking and I found the figure I was looking for was sitting alone observing the sun returning to the contest.

"I found you".

The orange sunset sky, the beautiful sunflower expanse, the breeze of the wind that wiggles the weeds and a beautiful girl who sits looking up at the sun looks like a real painting.

" It's pretty?" I asked when I was right behind the girl.

The girl was shocked and looked at me. His eyes were puffy and sadness was clearly visible on his face.

" What are you doing here?" He asked while wiping his tears.

" Aren't I the one who should be rich, what are you doing here alone?"

" It's none of your business that I'm here either." Answer me and return the sentence.

He fell silent and refocused looking at the sunset, I still stood behind him and saw him rub his own arm a few times. He still wears the dress he wore last afternoon, a dres that had amazed me for adding elegance to the wearer. I took off my jacket and put it on his back and sat down next to him and watched the show God was playing.

" Are you okay?"I ventured to ask after she started to look calm.

" Hm." In short.

" May I know why you're here?"

" I just want to be alone, that's all."

" Am I interrupting?"

He's nagging.

" I'm sorry to bother you, then I'll just go, be careful to go home, sometimes there are wild boars in this place." I stood up but didn't really want to leave him.

" Don't." He held my left hand while looking down.

" You can share with me." I then sat down next to him again.

" Why are you crying?"I wiped the tears on his face.

" Other to cry."

" Is it because of me, because of my attitude this afternoon?"

He just shook his head and was still silent.

" You said I should be a stranger if I ever see you again, consider me a stranger now, share with me, it's not good to keep everything to yourself".

" I...." He hesitated to continue his words.

" It's okay, don't force it if you don't want to tell a story."

" I hate mom.?"

" Why?"

He told her everything he had experienced, the change in his mother's attitude after his father died, the hardships he felt from having to obey all his mother's wishes, the sadness of having to forget his ideals, and the loneliness he felt because of the busyness of his mother and brother.

After letting out all his grievances, he exhaled, it seemed like his heart was starting to be relieved.

" How, wouldn't it be better to share it with others?" I asked again after he finished his story.

" Yes, thank you."

" I'm just like you, I'm lonely. Both my parents were busy with their business, from childhood I was used to living without them. You're lucky to still have a sister, whereas I, hmmm I've only lived with my nanny all this time. Especially now that they chose to live in California."

" Really?"He answered with a typical hoarse voice of people crying.

" yes. Everyone's got their sad story and..."

I paused my sentence and looked at his face..

" It is not good for a beautiful child to leave the house in a state of anger. And you also can not hate your mother, she must have a reason why you forbid to be an architect like them. You have every right to be angry, humane in name, but to hate it seems you have to rethink."

I rubbed her hair and slowly pulled her body into my arms. Cry again if you are still sad, take it all out, free your heart from anger and hatred, but then promise never to cry again.

Seriate....