Merely Protector

Chapters 13. Unbelievingly

The excitement has been running around the village. Many people who founded it, including Budi and Ayu. The couple looked enthusiastic.

"Sir, I want to go home first, huh? Capek," said Ayu. "Mumping decket equals home."

The sun is almost right at the top of the throne. Tired and thirsty attack due to exposure to blistering. Ayu could not stand it anymore, wanted to straighten the legs immediately.

"Yes, Mom, go home! I want to follow this procession."

They both immediately separated. Ayu's move was forced. A pound more trip made him exhausted. The physical woman is not as good as other women because of low blood disease.

Ayu breathed a sigh of relief, finally arriving also in the courtyard of the house. He immediately entered, then passed through the hallway of the room. The woman wanted to go to the kitchen to get some water.

"Silvy!"

Silvi rose after hearing her name called. His heart was racing, his eyes were also glaring. While being in a quiet mood, suddenly someone called out, who was not surprised?

"Gapain you?"

"Mother, surprise me." Silvi stirred the tea in her hands. "I made tea. Mommy want?"

"Can. I happen to be thirsty." Ayu sat on the dining chair. "Don't be hot."

Silvi made one more tea for the mother. He breathed a sigh of relief as he had left from Angga's room. If it was still lulled in the man's arms, Ayu would definitely catch them. It was a very precise feeling that someone would come.

The tea was ready, Silvi gave it to her mother. He sat next to Ayu, then sipped hers. Once it feels refreshing, the muscles become relaxed, especially after the stiffening a moment ago.

A conversation between mother and child occurs. They tell each other's experiences when they are at a folk party. Of course Silvi also told the state of Angga to the mother. Ayu breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that the man had calmed down.

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A red car with two white lines running parallel in the middle entered the gate that opened automatically. The two guards standing behind him immediately behaved firmly. They welcomed the arrival of the great master.

The car just passed by, like without a care. He headed for the courtyard of the house with two huge pillars that rose up to the second floor, then stopped right in front of the door. The driver immediately exited.

Steady step, very in accordance with its position. As the owner of an export clothing manufacturing company, the man should behave as such. Leisure is the most important thing.

"Pa, come on, let's go find Angga!"

Just a few steps Reno set foot inside the house, Emma's voice was already welcoming her. He stopped his steps, then turned to look at his wife.

"Every day I look, Ma!"

Reno walked over to his wife. He dropped his body next to Emma. Hands grab the tie, then loosen it. The man immediately leaned his tired body back.

Reno does not know why the wife is now excited again. In fact, Emma's face looked radiant, as if she had found something. This morning, the woman still looked sad

"But, Pa. Mama saw Angga."

Reno turned to Emma. His forehead frowned, showing disbelief. He's expressing his sanction.

Emma immediately recounted everything she had seen while in the village. Word by word came out smoothly like telling an imaginary fairy tale. His face also looked serious.

"Ma, don't dream in broad daylight." Angga back leaning his body back. "Agga's stomach is in a wheelchair. Besides, he doesn't have a beard, either, Ma."

Reno shook her head. He felt sorry for his wife. A deep longing indeed made that something seem real. Maybe Emma is experiencing it now.

Reno got up from her seat. He was tired, no longer wanting to listen to his wife's delusion. The man set foot, went up the stairs.

"Pa, trust me mama!" scream Emma. But the husband kept going. "Pa!"

***

At dusk, the sky showed an orange hue. Some people with tired bodies, walked towards their homes. Likewise with Budi, with some vegetables scrambling for mountains in hand, entering the house. He passed Angga just like that in the living room.

Elsewhere, Silvi stepped foot wide. He wanted to see the young man next to his house immediately. It had been two days since uploading the photo of Angga, the woman wanted to know his development.

"no one yet. It's just a comment that says the guy's a handsome guy."

Silvi smiled after hearing the young man's words. Inwardly feeling happy, of course handsome, whose husband used to be. He feels proud of it.

"Many of them want to be his wife."

Silvi's smile faded away. He was jealous of the woman who said that. In fact, he does not know them.

"Well, if that's it. Later if there is something, tell me," said Silvi. "I'll go home first. Thanks." Thanks."

Silvi lowered her head in gratitude to the young man. After getting a reply, he turned around, then stepped away. The goal is in front of the eyes, namely the house.

"Why did you keep quiet?" silvi asked after entering the door of the house. He sat in the chair of Angga.

With a heavy sigh, Silvi was worried about Angga because since waking up there was not much to say. The man continued to ponder. Silvi couldn't help joka this constantly.

A long breath came out of Silvi's mouth. He was tired of persuading Angga to speak. The woman leaned her body back. The desire to ask about murmurs when napping is stopped for fear that the man's condition is not stable.

"I think I remember something" Angga said. His eyes were still staring blankly ahead.

Silvi straightened her body. His head looked up, staring at Angga full of question marks. Is this related to the word?

"Remember what?" Silvi's best smile show. However, another feeling started to attack his heart.

Angga was silent. In fact, he hesitated a little to tell what was in his mind. The faint memories have not been able to bring into the truth fully. However, he was sure that he would soon get that.

"Maybe I'll tell her a story." Angga lowered his head. He didn't feel it was time to tell me all that.

"Say aja. Maybe it can help."

The goose took a long breath. It might be true what Silvi said, she had to tell the woman everything. The slightest memory can be a clue.

"Mama. I remember mama."

Angga was so sure of his words. Every time he remembered that face, his heart felt a strange, sweet, but extremely stifling vibe. A woman who always smiles for him at any time.

True to Silvi's guess, the man had gained a bit of his memory again. If it is like this, he is sure that Angga can return to his home. Don't know, want to be happy or sad because of it.

Seriate.