Milky

Part. 10

A hunch is sometimes true. However, not infrequently people consider it just a figment of the thumb. Unlike the case with a bond that is intertwined because of the blood that flows, it will always be true. Again the level of human science is under the foundation, assuming all of it is just something impossible.

"Who was his name?" asked the man sitting behind the wheel, he moved his head to the side without moving his eyes from the road. Demanding an answer from the little girl sitting in the chair next to him.

"Mom, Dad. Name's Bima. He was handsome just like Dad, there were small dimples on both sides of his lips. He's also great, that big-bodied thug he can beat. Do you know how he beat her?" The enthusiasm of the little girl again and again told about the greatness of the boy named Bima.

"Mmc ... I forgot." He smelled a smile. Seeing his enthusiastic daughter as if he had forgotten the story he had just heard. Right, the little girl sighed staring at her forgetful father's annoyance this afternoon.

"Humpts!" He folded both hands on his stomach. Both cheeks bulged in annoyance, the adult man beside him chuckled.

"Well how else? I am old, so I forget easily. Will my daughter tell me again?" he said that this time throwing a fleeting glance at the little girl who was still sulking.

A long sigh rang out from him before he told him a story for the last time, "Alright ...." With the fiery spirit of the heroes' struggle, she recounts Bima's prowess against thugs whose bodies are even three to four times larger than her.

The man's head was bearded, as if he were interested in the story his daughter was telling. There was no inkling of anything in his heart until the last words of the girl's mouth made him cry.

"Did you know? Our faces are so similar, me and sister Bima are like twin sisters of different sexes. It's just, he has dimples like Dad when smiling, Brother Bima is very similar to Dad." Nasya finished his story, his eyes turned to the window staring at the rows of shops along the big street. He smiled as Bima's shadow flashed through his mind.

The man beside her glanced, his expression starting to change. His forehead began to wrinkle it, forming a wrinkle thinking about the closing sentence of the story of the princess.

Is he exactly the same as her? Little dimples, just like me? Is he Ibrahim? Ah .. but it seems impossible, after all Ibrahim was declared missing ten years ago. Oh Allah ... What is this feeling? Why does it feel so good to meet this kid?

Again the limits of human knowledge conclude things with the word impossible. Cannot be. In fact, there is really no impossible for Him. He fell silent, glancing again at his daughter who was unmoved at his interest staring out the window.

He looked at her, took a deep breath before asking the little girl beside him, "Mmm .. Baby, do you know where he lives?" Hoping for a definitive answer as the taste in his chest continued to churn and demand him to find the boy his daughter told him about.

Nasya looked away from what he saw, a smile on his lips as their beads met.

"Unfortunately I don't know. He didn't say where he lived, and I forgot to ask" she said. A feeling of disappointment was clearly reflected on his suddenly lethargic face and lowered his head. Sorry why he didn't ask where the great boy lived.

The father's big hand, gently rubbed his slightly messy hair. "It's okay, honey. Next time, if you meet ask where he lives. I want to thank him, and I want to be in touch with his family. Don't forget it again, will you?" she said she smiled when the tiny face turned to her.

"Mmmm!" He nodded enthusiastically, "I will never forget to ask him again. We are friends and will meet again if destiny takes sides. Hopefully when you meet later, Bima sister wants to say where she lives," he said to make sure that he will not forget again later.

The man rattled his son's hair. The streets of the capital are always crowded with vehicles, causing congestion that snaking up to tens of meters in length.

"True, Brother's motorbike borrowed by Mother. Earlier this morning Mother delivered the order to her subscription house using a motorbike and Brother picked up his friend. Now, we'll pick him up" he explained. No more talking until the car pulled over at a high school gate waiting for the students who scattered out of class.

A hijab-wearing teenage girl came in and sat on the back bench of the car. He took his Father and brother in turns. There was no cheerful, lethargic and lackluster face in sight. Did he break up?

"What's wrong? Why is your face so gloomy, baby?" asked the man to his eldest daughter who had just sat on the chair. A gloomy cloud covered her beautiful and soothing face. He was exactly his mother, Aisyah's shady face is now attached to the face of the hijab teenager especially when he smiled, all is no different from his late mother.

"It's okay, Dad. I'm just tired" he said, laying on the back of the chair. His face he turned to the window with the tip of his index finger bitten slightly.

"Male?" guess the father who glanced at his daughter from the rearview mirror. Ayra took her hands off her lips, her eyes twitching at the rearviews looking at the father. He shook his head languidly.

"Maybe about the boy I told you about ... I right? Brother's been looking for her all along, hasn't he?" guess Nasha turned her body face back.

Ayra moved, sitting up straight when she heard her sister's guess. The driver frowned, his two daughters both discussed the boy who had recently become the subject of stories in their homes.

"So right? Is it because of that little boy named Bima that you became like this?" The man chimed in without looking at his son.

"Dad knows?" The man they called Dad nodded.

Ayra was nervous, she looked at Nasha who was playing her eyebrows up and down. A sigh sounded from him, with his head bowed he confirmed.

"I just want to see it, Dad. Nasya says he looks a lot like Dad, but he also looks like Mom. Is his face the same as yours? We should thank him, right? He helped you yesterday"

"No! Today he even helped me again. Brother knows? He's great, he can beat that big thug out of here." Nasya's statement made Ayra's eyes widened. His mouth was wide open, surprised.

"Where did you meet him? Why didn't you tell Dad?" enthusiastic pursuit.

"At school, after school. I wanted to introduce him to Dad, but he refused. He said he didn't want to" he replied as he turned back to the front.

Ibrahim Nasya never knew. This is deliberately kept secret from him because they do not want to dissolve with the disappearance of the baby. And Nasya never knew if he had an older brother.

"Dad, I suspect someone ...."