Milky

Part. 60

"Who are you?!" squealing a voice with a high screech. The man who was sitting daydreaming by the window jumped in shock and raised both his legs. His eyes widened with his mouth open.

"You ... Why surprise me?" ask her with a hunting breath. He stuck to the window, his body bent on the single sofa he was sitting on.

The girl's steps further made her body curl up in fear. His eyes squinted sharply, both jaws tightening strongly. He intimidated his opponent.

"I asked who are you? Why are you in my house?" He bowed slightly before the man. Her black lips trembled in nervousness.

"Java!" Nasya stomped on the sofa with both hands. His eyes glared wider the more frightened the man was.

"I-Ibrahim-"

"Abrahim? Who?" Nasha's body stood upright, her forehead frowning thinking about Ibrahim's name. "Abrahim? Ibrahim's? My brother?" He pummeled the sharp brownish bead before him.

His head nodded several times with an adorable cute expression. Nasya shook his head in disbelief.

"I can't believe it. You must be just a con man who claims to be my missing brother, right? I can't believe it" Nasya said as he folded his arms around his chest.

"Said Sister Ayra, Brother Baim is more similar to Father is also similar to Mother, but you? It has little resemblance to either." Nasya nodded again. Even though he had never seen baby Ibrahim, but from the story he heard yesterday, he was able to draw conclusions as to what his missing brother was.

"You don't believe it? I have proof?" he said he was starting to believe himself. Thanks to that, everyone believed that he was the missing Ibrahim.

He smiled, starting to relax his tensed body and neutralize his heart. He was sure, the girl before him would also believe him. His heart was filled with great arrogance.

"What kind of evidence?" Nasya raised next to his eyebrows. His gaze was cynical, his lips pout. Impressed to believe.

The girl scrunched her forehead when Ibrahim gave her fists. "The proof is here. This thing in my hand is proof that I am Ibrahim" he said. The fluffy smile on the young man's lips showed his high self-confidence.

Nasya's eyes widened as the clenched fingers began to lift one by one and showed what was inside. Nasya's hand grabbed the object quickly, but unfortunately lost agile from him who pulled back his hand.

"You ... you thief. That's mine! You stole it from me, give it back! That's mine!" Nasya was about to snatch the necklace, the necklace Bima gave him when he was a child. Yesterday, he accidentally dropped it and went missing somewhere.

"Eits .. You can't take it from me. It's mine, Ayra herself who bought it for me as a baby. You don't confess to me!" said cynical. He began to show his true nature without realizing it.

Nasya did not want to budge, it belonged to Bima and he had to return it to the young man. Coincidentally they were in the same academy just different fields. The necklace was lost without him knowing, and just remembered when he met Bima.

"You must not admit something that is not yours. That necklace is the only one that has it. It's not yours. Restore it!" Nasya wanted to retake it, but the young man pushed his body to the ground to defend it.

"You can't take it from me. Go and don't bother me. I wouldn't have a sister like you!" he continued as he moved and left the sofa into a room Aulia had given him.

Nasya widened in disbelief, his mouth open. He blinked his eyes before catching up with the deceiver. Nasya banged on the door of the room that had just closed.

On the doorway stunned Aulia with Ayra who had just come from shopping. They raised gazes at each other hearing Nasya who kept shouting in the afternoon.

"What's wrong?" Razka asked confusedly. The two women shook their heads inexplicably. Pointing into the house, and listening to the cry of their youngest daughter.

"Hurry out, you bastard! That's my necklace. Give it back to me quickly! Get the fuck out of my house. I can't believe you're my brother!" Nasya's high voice again sounded fiery.

Razka smiled, her hands swiftly blocking Ayra and Aulia who were about to approach Nasya. He pulled the two to sit quietly and listen without a sound. Aulia's gaze protested what Razka was doing, but the man nodded asking her to believe.

"Who will give it back to you, obviously this is mine not yours. And who is Bima? I don't know him!" Sahutan from inside the room is no less echoing. Razka frowned when Bima's name was called. It's catchy. Do the two people also know Bima?

"You'll know when I bring her here later. Just look! What will you do when you face him. You don't know who Bima is! I'll complain to him. You heard! I'll complain to him! Goddamn bum!" Nasya hit the door forcefully ending his emotions.

Razka lowered her head, she pinched her dizzy temple. Is that how Nasya gets angry? How hideous! He glanced at Aulia who was unmoved. His face flushed in anger, both hands clenched tightly.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Hold your emotions, baby. Maybe Nasya has his own reasons why he's like that. We'll ask him nicely" Razka said, preventing Aulia's outburst of emotion.

The woman drew as much air as possible, letting out emotions slowly and carefully.

"Dad!" Ayra's voice made them all turn to Nasya who was walking with both hands crossed in the stomach.

"You guys .. Why are you here? Where have you guys been? Look, inside the house there's a stranger and I claim to be Baim's brother. Do you guys know that?" nasha knew nothing about the young man's arrival. His hand pointed to the room that the fake Ibrahim entered.

"Nasya, calm down, son. Here, sit down and explain to us what you said just now," Razka said as she clasped Aulia's hand and squeezed it. Muffle the emotions felt through shakes in the hands.

Ayra patted her side, asking the youngest sister to sit nearby. Nasya who was still upset, stomped his feet as he walked closer. He even slammed himself on the sofa as a protest against the young man.

"Tell me, why are you so angry?" Razka took action before Aulia.

Nasya looked at his peaceful-faced father, then turned to Aulia who looked angry at him.

"Previous, Father, Mother, Brother ... Tell me who the young man is? Why is he at home and claiming to be Ibrahim?" Nasya threw a question at the three of them. Ayra looked down uneasily, she who had brought the man without investigating him first.

"He's Ibrahim, Nasya. Your missing brother. You should respect her just as much as you respect Ayra!" emphatically Aulia does not want to be denied. Razka closed her eyes, Aulia's beliefs were completely unfounded. He was sure, but blind. The dimpled man opened his eyes again and looked at their youngest daughter who was impressed in disbelief.

"I can't believe it. On what basis do you believe that he is Ibrahim? You should be able as parents to feel a strong inner bond towards him, but I see doubt in your eyes. If you guys weren't sure about him, how would I believe him?" Razka smiled, confirming what the girl said.

While Ayra looked down deeper, and Aulia gaped in disbelief. Remembering his meeting with the young man. He realized there was no vibration that he had felt so far when the existence of Ibrahim was so close. His heart beat, but could not feel the presence of his figure.

"Tell me, is it because of the necklace that was on him that you believed he was your missing son? You need to know, the necklace is mine!" Aulia turned her head, Ayra was equally surprised. Only Razka was calm.