Milky

Part. 75

"What's wrong? Why does your face look pale? Do you feel claustrophobic?" razka asked in a row when she saw Aulia's face that looked pale with trembling lips. His hands felt damp, he played. Sweat on the face seeps up to the back. I don't know what's going on with him.

"Geez!" Razka held his wife's hand, squeezing it slightly for her to turn. The woman bit her fidgety lips, she turned to her husband, tears welling up on the fertilizer.

"I-I feel the presence of Ibrahim, Brother. He's here now" he said softly with a shiver on his tongue. Tears fell irrevocably against his cheeks that had begun to age.

"Mother! What was? Why call? Did you make me breakfast?" The consecutive questions made Aulia and Razka both throw gazes at him. The young man's face looked nothing like that of a somber and pouting.

"Shut up on the spot!" sergeant Aulia when the young man's steps began to pierce. It froze, pulling back its legs to stand where it was.

"Mother!" shaky. That face ... is so annoying to see. He put it up to get Aulia's attention, but now the woman no longer cares. He was waiting for someone who always made his heart pound when he was close to him.

While Bima was still helping Nasya press the nape of the girl's neck.

"Enough, Brother!" sergeant Nasha with a loud breath. All of his stomach was drained. Bima took her handkerchief, helping the girl wipe away the sweat as well as her watery mouth.

"Why don't you tell me you're rich like this? Look, your face is pale," he said as he continued to clean the sweat on his sister's face. Yeah ... She's Bima's sister, isn't she?

"I've never been on a motorcycle that loud, my head is dizzy and my stomach is nauseous" Nasya said, holding her uncomfortable neck.

Bima looked at him guilty, he could not bear to see him in pain like that. "It doesn't have to be that way, brother. Come on!" Nasya looked inside the gate. He saw Abraham turning his back on them.

"Sister, the man took the necklace and he claimed to be Ibrahim the son of the missing Father and Mother" Nasya pointed to the back of the man who was still unmoved in front of them.

"In-dia .. instead of ...." Bima could not continue his words.

He's the son of the great Lord, isn't he? Why would he take that necklace?

Bima's forehead was wrinkled, he still wondered why the young man had taken his necklace.

"Come, Brother!" Nasya pulled Bima's hand to enter the gate.

"Eh .. wait!" He took off his hand and removed the helmet from his head.

The two entered, Nasya led Bima to crash the young man. Aulia's heart was beating violently, Razka squinted when their youngest daughter entered with a young man who was none other than Bima.

"Ju-juan?" Aulia mutters.

"No, he's Bima." Razka also chimed.

"Hey, thief! Give back the necklace you took to Bima because it belongs to him not to you!" ketus Nasya patted the young man's shoulder a little strongly until he turned to him.

You do not see Bima, he was stunned to look at the two parents who stood on the porch of the house. If this is the house of the Grand Master and Lady, and Nasya calls them Father and Mother, it means she's the sister of the cave. Oh Allah ....

"Who is he? Isn't he just a lowly driver? How dare you acknowledge something valuable that belongs to someone else!" Ibrahim's high voice, managed to restore the consciousness of Bima.

While on the terrace, Razka held Aulia's hand to not approach them.

The strong-bodied young man glanced with the eyes of his blasphemous eagle right at the two beads belonging to Ibrahim.

"M-want what are you? Stop right there!" prevent it while walking backwards with both hands pointing forward. Bima did not discourage the steps, he continued to advance making Ibrahim want to not want to run towards Aulia. He hid behind the woman's body asking for protection. Aulia froze, with tears flowing.

"How dare your dirty hands touch the Madam's body!" ketus Bima anyway, his heart trembled. He didn't want his mother to be touched by criminals like that young man.

"I-mom .. She wants to hurt me. Help me, ma'am" said Ibrahim to Aulia. Both of his hands were squeezing the negligee the woman was wearing. Her body shivered in fear, but Aulia was unmoved. His two eyes did not blink looking at Bima who was getting closer.

Razka's grip on her hand strengthened as Aulia mutinied. Let them do their own thing.

Bima faced Aulia, she stared at the woman for a moment before turning to the hand that encircled the body. Bima clutched firmly on the sassy hand, squeezing it, making the master scream in pain.

"Argh! Mom, Dad, he hurt me! My hand ... sakiiit!!!" abraham's scream sounded heartbreaking.

However, Bima did not release it until both hands were sassy itself detached from the body of his mother. He pulled Ibrahim firmly away from his parents. Bima continued to drag the young man down the terrace and threw him mercilessly.

"Dare you touch Mother Cave with your dirty hands! Far away from them, Abraham's cave! The cave of their lost son, and the necklace that was on your neck .. It's got a cave!" Bima forcibly pulled the necklace that was coiled around the neck of the fake Ibrahim. He held his own neck. In addition to pain due to the pull of Bima, he was not willing to be replaced.

Bima clasped his possessions tightly, his eyes blocked the young man who did not dwell on the ground. The nasha? Gaping, he covered his mouth in disbelief. Her tears fell unbearably.

Nah! My heart, my love, how do I feel? Nah! Brother is not Ibrahim, Brother cannot be my missing brother. Nah!

His head shook weakly, his legs limp as soon as he accepted the fact that Bima was Ibrahim, his missing brother.

"Abraham?" The sound of Aulia, giving peace to the heart of Bima. He closed his eyes, feeling a warm touch behind his body.

Aulia hugged him, crying, spilling longing on the young man. While Ibrahim was a fake, gaping in disbelief.

"Mother! She lies. I am Ibrahim, Mother. Me! He lied, he just wants to live well with you by claiming to be Ibrahim. Mother ... Don't be fooled by him, he's a liar!" loud shouting.

He moved and walked quickly towards Bima, gripping Aulia's hand firmly. The scream from behind his body made Bima open her eyes. Both of his eyeballs nudged on the hand that came back presumptuously squeezing his mother.

Bima blocked the hand before she managed to pull Aulia away. Squeeze it hard until it comes off.

"Bad! The cave says don't touch the caveman! Do you need that bogem cave your ears!" hardik Bima turned the hand until it was lifted up. She screamed, her tears were seeping. Begging to be released.

While Aulia, still hugging Bima. Razka's tears fell by themselves because touched to hear Bima who repeatedly called Aulia Mother without hesitation again.

"Far away from here! Wanna go report to your cop, huh? Let your rot in the bui!" bima snapped while pushing away the young man's body to hit the gate fence. His hands curled around Aulia's body without turning his eyes away from the liar.

Hearing the noise, Ayra who was preparing in the room rushed out and saw the incredible sight. He glanced at the crying Nasya while leaning against the wall of the gate. Staring at Aulia who was hugging a young man, also glanced at Razka who was pecking near her seat.

"What is the evidence that you are Ibrahim?!" challenge the false Ibrahim with his vertical body.

Razka doesn't seem to like it, and neither does Ayra.

"Maybe this could be proof that you're not Ibrahim!"