Milky

Part. 54

A star-studded night, dancing on the clouds. Together with the lost moon, shyly appeared to him. A cigarette that smokes smoke, soaring high into the sky. In fact, it remains on earth.

What is the real kid they're looking for in a cave? What about it, right? Ah ... just a cuteness of Bima. Not necessarily what you're looking for, Bim.

His thin lips smiled, more precisely laughing at himself who wished he was the missing Young Master.

Uh ... shit, you! Cave does not hide, only the characteristics are similar to the cave.

He was angry at his own thinking. Patting mosquitoes firmly until the small body is crushed into a paste on the surface of the skin.

"Death you!" he was upset himself.

On the same night, under the same sky umbrella, Razka was contemplating alone. Sitting on the porch, looking at the stars in the sky. Remembering the results of stalking Bima this afternoon, such was the life of the child he had been looking for?

"Why come back here? You didn't go to college?" The voice of an elderly woman heard Razka's ears when that afternoon he attached it to the door leaf of a hospital room.

"Hah .. today Bima again males ngampus, Nyak. Bima wants to nemenin Nyak ama Babeh. It's nothing, isn't it?" a voice that he so longed for.

A milkyo? So, his name isn't Juan? But Bima?

Smiling Razka knew another fact from the mysterious young man figure that these few days disturbed her peace of mind. Milky! I'll remember that name.

Maybe he forgot something. A story about a boy named Bima in the village first. The story of a thug they suspected.

"Emang why are you males? Any issues?" Tina's voice sounded again. Razka is listening more and more.

"There's nothing, anyway, Nyak. Bima just want nemenin Babeh am Nyak. Than the obscure wandering, mending Bima here, pan?" Bima's spoiled tone made Razka feel envious of the woman.

It should be to him Bima spoiled, to him Bima sulked. Not on the other. Had there never been a kidnapping tragedy, it would have been his own hand that would have helped him grow. Destiny is unexpected, who can choose their own way of life? Maybe Baim's disappearance gives happiness to others.

"Yes, Tin. Let her come here. The cave also wants to be cemented by the cave boys," another voice chimed that sounded raucous and weak. The voice of a man who was no longer young. The sound of his cough made Razka gulp.

He's my son! Not your son. Oh Allah ... What if I take it from them?

Razka's selfish side is getting greedy. Humane, right? He had the right to take back his son, but what about the feelings of the two foster parents Bima? It was their hands that took care of him. The man who had given him food for twenty years. Then, he suddenly came and took the child they were nurturing ....

Ah ... no! It's selfish of his name. I can't do that. It's the same way I hurt other parents. The pain will be deeper than I used to feel.

The other side in him refused and reconsidered his decision. Being far apart, paying attention from a distance seems to be even better. Until they have a chance to talk to each other at the right time and better of course.

Oh Allah .. If he is my son, then I am very grateful he is fine. But what has her life been like all this time? I'll find his yummy.

"Nepak, Bima cariin snack, huh?" he said after a long time that his voice was not heard. Continued with the sound of footsteps approaching the door.

Dagdag-dug.

His heartbeat struck the chest cavity when a young man with a mask under his mouth walked out of the room. Razka's tears trickled down, she was the young man she was looking for. He's the guy!

Baea! My boy!

Wanting him to touch her, wanting him to hold her, the feeling was never wrong. He's the boy he's been looking for all along. It was only fitting that his heart was so close, it turned out that he was indeed very close. Bima put on her mask again, she had to remain vigilant because the people that the Great Lord sent out must have spread everywhere.

So all this time he's been working in his own family company? That's your company, son. It's yours, the throne awaits you, Ibrahim. You're owner. My boy!

Razka's body was limp instantly, she leaned against the wall taking short breaths to neutralize her already fragile heart condition. Her tears never subsided, they continued to flow without any intention of stopping.

He left the hospital after regaining his strength. His heart was satisfied to see the face that had been covered by the mask. From today, he will always come to the office to be able to see that face. Or to the old house to treat the longing.

Let it all hold first. If Aulia found out, she was worried that the woman could not help but take Bima from her foster parents. The two passed each other in a different hospital hallway.

The wind felt foreign in Bima's skin, he turned his head to feel the presence of someone he yearned for in his heart. However, there was no one there, other than the medics and the buskers.

"Sister!"

"Astaghfiullah!"

Bima gasped in shock as Khaira made her way. He retreated two steps with buying eyes and a thumping chest. The girl's witty smile in the school uniform, made her relax the tensed veins.

"Lu! What's up here?" screech it while approaching again. The girl showed the package in hand by continuing to smile without fading.

"I want to look at Babeh, okay?" Bima chuckled, he grabbed the girl's shoulder and led her into the room of the Gods with himself. Hugging him in a fit of shock was honestly not gone completely.

Razka turned around, smiling at Bima who was away with the girl. He thought it was his adoptive sister, the son of Bima's adoptive parents.

Return to him who is alone. The tea cup in front of him did not even smoke anymore. It was cold because of the night air. However, the man was unmoved staring at the thing that adorned the night sky. Bima's face was smiling up there, greeting herself as Father.

"Dad? Why daydream?" the youngest reprimand in the family. Razka turned to her daughter, smiling those lips as she saw Nasya standing beside her body.

The girl sat on the lap of the father without hesitation. Wrap your hands around that old neck spoiled.

"There's nothing, honey. Why aren't you asleep?" Razka stroked her head gently. The girl hit Razka's bead deeply, there was a secret she did not know and only realized.

"Tell me, Dad, who is Ibrahim? Why don't I know about that? Is he my brother? What's his face like? Then, where is he now?" cecar Nasya's. His sharp bead was sparkling with determination. Razka smiled, just now she thought of Bima, Nasya had already asked her.

"alright. Sit there, I'll tell you everything." That night, Nasya finds out that he has another Big Brother besides Ayra.