Milky

Part. 42

"Geez-uhuk!"

The sound of coughing really bothers him who still snores in the dispute. The more heard, the more stifling. The drowsiness that was trailing the petals instantly disappeared, vanishing so quickly.

The blanket that had swirled his body, was thrown out of nowhere. His ears are alert to the roar of the car in the yard. Both feet treaded swiftly on the cold floor, swinging hastily out of the most comfortable place in the world.

His gaze changed softly to find that the old man had prepared in his pride uniform. The steps that had paused, he continued to approach. Approaching the old man who was making the car glitter with both his shrewd hands.

"Daddy?"

The coughing voice answered Bima's call before the old body turned around and clearly showed her pale face. His wrinkled lips are still pulled to the side despite being holding tightness that makes his chest flower.

"Babeh wants to work?" The languid question was greeted by a nod of the head by the God, before long coughing also accompanied.

"No need. Mari! Let Bima change Babeh work. Babeh at home, rest. Bima who will say ama Babeh's employer," he said calmly.

His burly hands carried the bodies of the old Gods into the house despite refusing. Tina had disappeared after providing her husband with a hot cup of coffee. He went to buy kitchen necessities.

"Today, don't drink coffee. Let Bima make ginger wedang." His hands deftly snatched away the coffee glass that the God was about to snatch. Gawking at the old man, but his head nodded.

Again, the cough hit his chest. Lungs in his body may be damaged to make him tormented by coughing up phlegm. Mucus mixed with blood, he hid it quickly on a handkerchief that he slipped in his pocket.

Bima came back with a glass of wedang reflecting smoke. In his other hand, a change of clothes for God he handed over to the man. His wrinkled hands took the wedang glass and sipped it slowly.

"Ah ... really you, Tong! This makes Babeh's throat relieved" he said in a voice that sounded raucous. The two corners of the young man's lips were drawn to the side hearing Babeh's words.

"Starting today, Babeh kudu cut down on cigarettes. Let Babeh's cough isn't as stubborn as rich now." Bima also snatched the cigarette pack from before the God when the old hand was about to take it. The god of light, gawking. However, nod obediently.

"Now, change Babeh's clothes. Let Bima go, "he said again while sitting cross-legged in the place.

"Yes, yes, but what about when den Revan comes home? She's gonna recognize you?" ask the god before moving on from his seat. There is something that disturbs the old heart actually. The truth about a man who has the same appearance as Bima, Bima will meet in that house. Maybe this is fate, if he is the biological father of Bima, then let everything be revealed.

"Babeh do not worry, Bima will change the name temporarily. Bima will also cover the face of Bima using a mask. Si Revan will not recognize Bima," said the young man with a plan that he had carefully arranged.

He had seen Razka once in the house, and it was likely that men similar to him would be seen again in Revan's house, although not every day. The plan must go smoothly, the people in the house should not be known before he reveals the mystery that surrounds his life.

"Yes already." Gods. Leaving Bima who was enjoying a cigarette in hand. A glass of warm milk always accompanies her in the morning. The breakfast that Tina made, was always number one to eat.

The god came back while carrying his uniform. The young man's hand quickly accepted and passed into his room. He looked at himself in front of the large mirror that was available in his room. The all-black uniform with the Pratama Group logo was, attached fittingly to his body.

"Why really cave if you wear a rich suit uniform like this!" He exclaimed softly praising himself, "pose first, ah ...." His hand reached for the device he had placed on the nightstand. Not forgetting to cover the face with a mask, Bima took several poses. Check the sound of the camera device photographing itself.

"The post cave is also, ah ...." His long fingers danced agilely over the screen of the device. The photos were posted on some of his social media accounts on behalf of Arjuna the Allurer. No one knows about that account. The photos posted by the owner did not show the face of the young man.

However, urung when he saw an account that enlivened his post. An account with a photo of a girl who was no longer a stranger in his mind.

"Male! The chunky!" His hand stopped moving hearing the call of the Gods.

"Yes, Beh!" He dropped out of his social media and put the device in his pocket.

Curious cave ama account it. The feeling of the cave is not foreign very, yes. He muttered while taking his steps out to meet the God.

"Wuih .. dashing really cave boy! You want to replace Babeh's work, Tong? How did you go to college?" tina's assault, her hands filled with plastic grocery bags. He was standing in the doorway with his bright face.

"Yes, Nyak. How, huh? If asked about college, Bima will answer the real, Nyak." He glanced at the gods. Those misty eyes exuded a stark uneasiness. Tear the heart and feelings of Bima that he just confirmed.

"Babeh don't worry, Bima will ask for time for lectures by employers," he said calming. Nodding his head as his wife dropped a glance at him.

"Yes already. Lu ati-ati, meningan dah, if the employer gives your permission to make a lecture. You don't have to look for work anymore, so the driver doesn't do anything either. It's a little embarrassing" said Tina smiling understandably at her only son.

"Yes, Nyak. Bima left first. Beh!" Never forget about ethics, Bima always welcomes both. Not that Tina did not know, God had told her about the man whose face resembled Bima.

"Get the employer at his house, Tong!" god shouted for a moment Bima pulled the handle of the car door. The young man raised his thumb up high. He walked in and sat behind the wheel.

"Couldn't drive this fancy car, huh? Usually it's just a junk car that's a Mahmud." He chuckles to himself. Rotating the contact, the sound of the roar of the car is so smooth heard.

"Start, Nyak! Beh!" His head poked out from behind the open glass. Go back in and start running the car.

"Why don't we let him work in sono, Bang?" ask Tina. He was shaking in the doorway staring at the car that Bima was driving away from.

"Maybe it's time. We are two old, until when to hide Bima rich like this. Even if Bima still wants to live here, it is our sustenance. Let him know his biological family before we go one by one ninggalin him," said Dewa interspersed with coughs that increasingly become.

Tina turned around and approached. "Tumben you drink wedang, Bang?" The frown on the forehead shows astonishment.

"The bima made. Seger, good in the throat." The god smiled in embarrassment as Tina snorted.

"So also want a cave madein wedang, but you, pan, nolak. Ask for coffee, too" Tina murmured.

"Well ... how, huh? If the Bima who sent the cave could not refuse." His hands were scratching his non-itchy head.

"Where's your cigarette, Bang?" Tina was surprised when her eyes found no cigarette butts in the ashtray. The package went out of nowhere. Gods can never be far from that.

"Taken the Bima as well. No smoking cave," said the Lord lethargic.

"Good!" Tina's beard-beard head before bellowing leaving the Gods alone.