Milky

Part. 66

The man was still sitting there, waiting patiently without even budging. Unrelenting netraannya glance at the device, ensuring the seconds of the clock to where. There was no reply from the foreign number he called. Neither the phone nor the message, both remain silent.

He must be on his way. Careful, Son. No need to rush.

His heart spun hope through the prayer he prayed. Wishing that his only son would be saved on the way to meet his mother.

His jaw read an incoming message from someone he assigned. He smiled, opened the voice message and listened. His forehead was wrinkled, but the smile he carved was a cunning and mysterious tray. Something attracted him.

"Mmm ... so it's like that ...." He muttered after listening to the message until it was over. Back sitting with his mind, plans changed. He looked towards the entrance, his wife and son were there. Ask the receptionist about the table that Razka occupied.

Waving the man's right hand, he called his wife. He was at the end, sitting by the glass window. Away from the other tables. He did not book the VIV room. Watching through the glass window who was waiting for him.

"Darling!" Aulia grabbed her husband's hand, "Baim! Shalim!" his orders to the young man who was precisely dumbfounded saw the situation of the restaurant.

In a hurry he came to Razka and regretted it. As fast as lightning, Razka pulled back her hand, and quietly cleaned it with a tissue under the table.

I don't feel like I've come into contact with a con man like him. Just look, my real son will be here any minute.

He smiled even though he cursed. Pulling Aulia to sit next to him and leaving the seat next to Ibrahim empty.

"Mother, where's the food? I'm hungry" asked Ibrahim, smiling witfully. But not for Razka. It just grieves in the heart.

"Sister?" Aulia looked at her husband.

"Wait on! I'm still waiting for someone. Did you forget, I wanted to introduce you to him. After he comes the food will arrive" Razka said, looking at the two with a smile.

Aulia nodded, she winked at Ibrahim who looked disappointed. He may be very hungry and unable to hold back. He leaned against the back of the chair, looking out the window like Razka.

Actually, who is Brother waiting for? Why does it seem so important.

Aulia muttered as she unceasingly looked at Razka who turned away from her. The man smiled as he walked in the parking lot of a car he knew and stopped. From inside came a young man wearing the uniform of the Pratama Group security team.

Not separated his eyes looked at Bima who was walking gallantly in the parking lot. The young man's forehead frowned, still asking inwardly who had invited him to lunch at a fancy restaurant like this.

"Sister, I'm going to the toilet for a second!" pamit Aulia rushed away after Razka nodded without turning away. Suspicious of his heart, seeing Razka he was like seeing someone who was in love. Aulia wanted to cool her heart down before facing the reality that would make her heat explode.

Bima is still in the parking lot, he glimpsed in all directions making sure there is no wrong place promised. Sunglasses remained perched on his nose, he glanced at the watch on his wrist.

Not yet time for lunch, lucky he has fulfilled his obligations as a servant on the road earlier. Bima's steps slowed down when she almost reached the entrance of the restaurant. He was confused to see them talking to a woman in a waitress uniform who was welcoming in the doorway.

"Excuse me, Young Master! You are awaited. Come, I'll deliver!" Bima felt when he was greeted with great respect by the woman in uniform earlier.

He opened his glasses, looked at the smiling face in front of him.

"You, didn't say hello wrong?" ask her slowly. His heartbeat raced with sweat that began to appear on the back. He would be ashamed if the woman served the wrong people.

The woman shook her head still with a friendly smile embedded on her lips. "No, Young Master. I can't possibly misidentify people" he said with certainty.

"But I just got into this restaurant for the first time? After all, I am only a driver not a Young Master," Bima said still could not accept if he was humiliated because of this.

'Kan, it's not funny that this is just a prank. Shame of the cave. Where the self-esteem cave will be. Some people, wrongly called what's wrong, huh?

"I know, Young Master, but someone has given your traits to me. He said I should greet Young Master kindly and take you to his place" the woman said.

Young Master? Feels like a child of the cave. Ah .. Yes, that's it!

"Come, Young Master!" The woman's hand pointed forward asking Bima to follow her steps towards Razka's table. He scratched his head without itching before his feet swung after the woman.

"Master, Young Master is already here" he reported to Razka. He bowed before allowing Bima to sit down. Then turn away and return to the doorway welcoming the guests who came.

Razka looked up, with a smile similar to that of the night.

"Lord! You sent me a message?" Bima was suffocated to find Razka sitting with the young man she saw in the hall at that time.

"Yes, Juan. I sent you a message. Sit down!" Razka pointed at the empty seat beside Ibrahim.

The young man snorted, saw Bima sharply and seemed to dislike it. Moreover, the young man who was still standing had the same facial lines as Razka and Aulia.

"Dad, who is he? Why should he sit with us? Isn't he just a worker? Just look at his uniform," when Ibrahim sneered at Bima who was in his place.

"What's wrong. Have a seat, Juan! I've been waiting for you" Razka said, not caring about Ibrahim's unfavorable reaction.

"Hey! Oi! It's as if you're sitting down! You'd rather sit on the floor. You're just a lowly man" prevent Ibrahim from being fierce. Bima.

"Abrahim!" Hearing Razka's rising voice, the young man who claimed to be Ibrahim gasped in shock. So too with Bima. He swallowed the saliva when he saw Razka's eyes flushed in anger. The man's jaw hardened withstanding the immeasurable rage.

"Jaga verbalmu! I don't like you putting others down" Razka said, "Juan, sit down. Food will soon arrive," he continued to change his tone to soft when speaking to Bima.

"Ba-good, Sir!" He pulled out a chair and sat on it. Ibrahim shifted the chair he was sitting on away from Bima. The way they sit is different. Bima looks authoritative with her silence. He rarely speaks, is irritable to the word, and only certain people are invited to speak.

He lowered his head, disinclined at the Great Lord before him. His heart didn't think Razka had invited him.

"Sister! Your voice that snapped at Ibrahim rang out into the toilet hall. Why is Brother yelling at him? Is it because of the worker?" point at Aulia with an uncovered angry tone. Pointing Bima without looking at him.

Ibrahim returns to miserable mode, seeking a defense from the woman who recognizes him as the child. While Razka closed her eyes, holding back the disappointment in the chest. He glanced at Bima who was looking down deeply before grabbing Aulia's hand gently.

"Sit, baby. I am lazy to put up a vein today. I want to introduce you to someone" Razka said, trying to calm down and not get emotional.

Aulia glanced at Bima. He held onto his left chest, the heartbeat he felt was the same every time he felt close to Ibrahim. However, that was not the case for the gloomy-looking young man there.

Slowly he sat down beside Razka, looking curiously at the young man who was still bowing his head.

"Juan! This is my wife and the one next to you is my missing son. Raise your head and greet him!" Razka clasped Aulia's hand while reigning over Bima.

Aulia waited in curiosity, why is her heart beating?

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