Milky

Part. 43

The car drove slowly when the intended building had been seen. Bima's heart was hit by a big mace, the pounding changed uncharacteristically. Both hands gripped the steering firmly, resisting the sudden upheaval.

Both of his legs had never retraced further than the gate of the mansion. However, this time with the determination that he had confirmed, Bima no longer refused Revan's invitation.

Today the cave accept your invitation, old temen. When did you get back here? The kangen ama lu cave.

The car continued to move forward along with the heartbeat as well as the murmur in his heart. The master's nose is not yet visible on the terrace. He went down, stood up and spread his gaze across the courtyard.

This unfamiliar feeling made the curious cave half dead. It feels like the cave once lived here, or the cave never came here. Ah ... what, huh? The cave itself doesn't know.

His head twisted, his eyeballs also circulated in all directions.

"Who are you?!" A call stopped the movement of Bima. He was stunned, finding an adult man in a suit complete with a tie and shiny shoes covering both feet, standing on the porch of the house. In his hand was a briefcase he carried.

His eyes scanned the look of Bima, one of his eyebrows raised looking at Bima who covered her face with a mask. Change your eyes on the car next to Bima.

"Where is God? And what are you doing here? Did you bring the car?" Tone of disbelief and a little haughty sound made Bima grimace in heart. Asking his heart to himself, has the master of God been arrogant again arrogant?

"Sorry, Sir. I am Juan, the son of God sir. My father is not well at home, I took the initiative to replace his duties to take you if allowed." Bima lowered her head to introduce herself to him, but somehow her heart refused to do that.

His feelings say, he does not need to bow to anyone. However, again for the sake of revealing the mystery that he often met, Bima had to fight his heart.

"Will Gods? Why are you covering your face?" The sneering pitched question jolted Bima's self-esteem.

A deity? He even called Babeh using the name doang. Isn't that haughty rich?

"Sorry, Sir. Father said because my face was filled with acne, then I had to cover it so that you do not feel disgusted against me," said Bima holding a grim in her heart.

The sound of laughter felt raining down on the heart of Bima. Laughter, annoying laughter. He had never been laughed at like that in his entire life, but the rich man.

"I'm not used to dirty people, let alone face acne." Bima tightened her jaw to withstand the overflowing emotions.

"Akmal! Why haven't you left yet? Has God not come yet?" A soft voice rubbed Bima's ears. He loosened the veins on his face that stiffened a moment ago. His eyes glanced at a middle-aged woman who had been standing next to his son.

Their faces are similar, but they do.

The haughty boy shook his head, he did not answer the woman's question. His head moved to signal the woman to look.

Bima nodded slightly, he was different from the other workers who would bend the body in front of the employer. My heart refused to do that.

"You ... who? Where is Lord God?" The eyes that were blocked by the round glass glanced at the car beside Bima.

"I'm Juan, Madam. I am the son of God, and I will replace his duties to work for this family. Please my permission to replace him, my father is old and his health has deteriorated from day to day. If you and your family need my Father, then I'm ready to replace him" Bima said firmly and confidently.

His two sharp eyes were at once washed away, reminding him of the owner of a similar jet bead. Wh who? Emilia's heart was overwhelmed with sudden uneasiness, wondering about the young man before her.

However, her lips were polished pale pink lipstick, forming a smile appreciating Bima's firmness in filial piety to both parents.

"Repeat, what's your name?" his prayer as he stepped closer to the young man who had the perfect posture. Stuttering contains, unlike his son Akmal who has a slightly bloated stomach.

"Juan, Mistress. My name is Juan," said Bima with a brazen look at the two beads of Emilia that condense.

"Twenty years, Madam."

"You .. are the same age as my youngest son, but he's not here. You can be friends when he gets home." The friendly woman touched Bima's shoulder.

Revan, we're done, ma'am.

Unexpectedly, Emilia hugged him. For some reason, his heart led him to do that. Missing who is not treated, as if it disappears when it comes into contact with the warm skin of Bima.

"Mrs ...?"

Why the feeling of this cave? It feels like the cave wants to hug this Madam, but the cave is afraid not polite.

Bima fluttered with widened eyes in surprise. His bead collided with Akmal's hate-filled netra.

"Ma-mama ...?" The young man's oral was confused, he really did not believe in Emilia's unexpected actions.

"Ah .. sorry." Emilia took off a hug, not only did her body give her a reflex to hug Bima, but the tears also left her stricken with great confusion.

Emilia distanced herself from Bima, her head slightly tilted with both raised eyebrows.

"Why don't you open the mask? Can I see your face for a second? You remind me of someone," asked Emilia with a smile on her lips.

Bima decided on the gaze, throwing it down looking at a pair of glittering shoes belonging to God.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't. I am afraid the Madam and family are disgusted by my unsightly face" said Bima with all the humility she had.

The feeling of disappointment was clearly reflected on Emilia's face. However, he could not force someone to do something he did not like.

"good. If you don't want to open your mask, then show me the ID of the Lord" Emilia said as she held her hands in front of Bima's face.

The young man's head nodded slightly, he reached into the upper pocket of the suit, and took out an ID belonging to a God. An identity card indicating that he is a member of the Primary Group.

Emilia accepted it, looked at it and read it. He nodded after confirming the truth of the ID. Give it back to Bima with a smile.

"Ask a new ID in your name, Juan. Welcome to Pratama Group, you're welcome" he said before turning back to his son's side.

"Thank you, Madam." Bima nodded her head again.

"Why did Mom hold her?" sukul Akmal did not accept that his mother was in contact with people he considered inferior.

"Why? She's your sister's age, treat her like your sister, too. Remember, even if you're the boss you can't be arbitrary with him," said the bespectacled woman as she touched her son's shoulder.

His tongue clucked irritably, he did not continue the debate, chose to greet the Mamah and went to enter the car. The door slammed hard enough as a form of protest from him.

Bima raised her face in a flash, she nodded her goodbye to Emilia before sitting on the steering wheel bench.

What's gonna happen next?