Milky

Part. 67

"Juan! This is my wife and the one next to you is my missing son. Raise your head and greet him!"

The young man raised his head, stood tall and lowered his head before the two as a sign of respect. Aulia's heart was pounding. His eyes heated up as he clearly saw the young man's face. A drop of water fell as he moved from sitting.

"Hallo, Mistress. I'm Juan. Pratama Group security team as well as personal driver Tuan Muda Akmal," he said full of authority. He again straightened his head, his dignity and arrogance were clearly visible when he stood up without a smile embedded.

Such was what God taught when he introduced himself as the bodyguard of the Primary Group. Razka smiled, the image of Bima and the young man sitting tensed next to her was completely different.

If he does not have manners, then Bima is far above him. He knows how to behave when dealing with someone. Can distinguish when he should behave like a bodyguard, and when he behaves normally. It was felt by Razka when she visited their house that night.

Unknowingly Aulia's body moved about to approach. However, Razka quickly blocked his arm, making the head of the woman whose face had been soaked in tears turn towards him.

"Sit down! Food is on its way!" he said he closed his eyes to Aulia, asking her to hold back. The woman turned her head back, looking at Bima who was still standing stiff in place.

"Abrahim!" His lips muttered, jerking the consciousness realm of the youth who was sitting glued next to Bima. He boughtak surprised.

"My name is Juan, Madam. Call me Juan!" bima said nodding slightly, disrupting Aulia's call for her.

"I-mom ...?" The voice of the young man who claimed to be Ibrahim sounded soft. Why is it like this? Who is this guy? He swore in his heart, the mood had changed. What should he do to be able to get rid of Bima immediately.

Aulia turned her face to him, she looked down after looking at the pitiful face of the person who claimed to be her son.

"Sit, Juan! Food will be served soon. Don't worry, we've eaten together, haven't we?" tell Razka with a triumphant smile. That reaction was what he wanted from Aulia. Without command his heart moved wanting to hold the young man before him.

Razka's words suddenly made Aulia turn to him, her old forehead wrinkled dislike. All this time he hid Juan from him. However, he refrained from discussing it at this time, at least until they returned later.

"Thank you, Mister!" Bima lowered her head before landing the buttocks in her chair back. The young man beside him gaping wide, he did not believe and did not like the presence of Bima. His figure made him out of Aulia's sight.

Lothawat! If that woman doesn't believe me anymore. Why did the old man bring her here anyway? Making my plan fail. Can't! This can't be allowed. My plan must not fail.

"Master! Why is the food this much? Is there something to wait for?" bima asked as she saw the abundant dishes on the table. Razka asked the restaurant to serve all the menus.

Busyet, bye, this is a rich man! Don't you care if the money is just for food? If saved, right, more benefits for arentar. So much food, who wants to eat?

Bima sipped his own saliva, not because tempted to eat it, but because he imagined the remnants of the food would be very much and certainly redundant. Unlike the young man next to him, without hesitation he immediately pulled one of the dishes containing rice according to the dose of the restaurant.

Bima lowered his head, he did not dare to touch the food when everyone was faced with their respective rice. Aulia unceasingly glanced at Bima, her heart feeling close to the young man. Then he glanced at the child who claimed to be Ibrahim, no shakes anything his heart felt. It's freaky.

"L-yes, sir," he said stuttering. He pulled the rice, staring at what fish he was going to take. Ibrahim had arranged the food he wanted on his plate. Almost all kinds of fish are there. Shakes people who see it.

"You want this?" Aulia picked up a piece of honey-baked chicken and placed it on Bima's plate. Continue with other fish and other feeding companions as well.

"Enough, Mistress. Thank you, this is overkill. I was afraid I could not afford to spend it," Bima's sergeant stretched out his ten fingers preventing Aulia from putting the others down.

Aulia pulled her hand again, putting the fish she had taken earlier for Bima onto her own plate. He nodded, moved himself. Unknowingly sobbed a little, making Bima feel guilty.

The cold gaze that Ibrahim brought beside his body, he ignored. The young man ate with blushing eyes. His heart was hot to see Aulia paying more attention to Bima.

"Mrs ...." Bima confused himself. She thought Aulia was crying because she refused the food. "alright. I'll eat it. You don't have to cry anymore, ma'am. I'm going to spend this" he said, taking the food from Aulia's plate.

He smiled, and began to eat the food. Razka rubbed his wife's back, knowing she was crying not because Bima refused the food, but because of the taste in her heart. The longing that was healed just like him when he saw Bima eating satay that he brought that night.

"Cih ... look for face! You licker!" murmured Ibrahim who caught Bima's dim senses, but not by the two old men.

"Sorry, Young Master. What did you say just now? Who's the lickman? Let me clean up!" exclaim Bima looked at Sangar Ibrahim without hesitation.

He knew the curse the young man had made was for him. Ibrahim snorted, he continued eating without intending to respond to Bima. Razka frowned dislikely towards Ibrahim, then glanced at the flat-faced Bima.

"Already, Juan. Eat quietly, do not mind the things that make you disturbed," Razka of course alluded to the presence of the false Ibrahim. He glared in disbelief, his eyes twirling at Aulia. However, the woman was actually watching Bima eat.

"Good, Master!" said. For some reason, there was a small part of Aulia's heart that felt pinched when Bima called them Lord and Madam. He hoped the young man would call them Father and Mother. It was just my wish.

Bima ate slowly, already well memorized how the upper class people ate. He often noticed Akmal despite never sitting at the same table because his employer was really haughty and looked down on all the workers in the company.

He's so different. More polite and know manners, look educated and uphold adab. Different from Abraham. Who exactly is he? Why does my heart feel so close to him? What did Big Brother want by inviting him to eat together this lunch?

Aulia muttered while feeding her food, her eyes could not be separated from the figure of Bima who ate her food elegantly. It deserves to be called classy.

Who are you, Juan? Why is your presence treating the longing in my heart?

Goddamnit! Just watch out for you. I'll make the calculations with you.

Ibrahim's hands clasped tightly to his own spoon, growling inwardly, but his mouth was still filled with food. Ck-ck-cha ....