Milky

Part. 76

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

Everyone looked towards the voice. Ayra with a faint smile on her lips, stood in the doorway with her phone raised. He showed me something there. Stepping closer towards Razka, gave the phone to her.

"Let's see this video, who's there?" he said, folding both hands on his chest.

Razka accepted, looking carefully at what was on her child's device. Nasya watched from far away. The bima he saw. His heart still could not believe how he could possibly fall in love with his own sister. This is too impossible.

Aulia looked at Bima's face which she embraced. The young man's hands coiled warmly around his waist. However, his gaze focused on Ayra and Razka. While Ibrahim was fake, stiffened. The sweat fell uncontrollably on his forehead, his body shivering in fear. His view in the fog was uncertain. Destroyed is his disguise.

Razka bought, the fake Ibrahim was getting nervous. Nasya waited impatiently, Bima remained calm hugging Aulia.

Razka's head lifted, glancing at Aulia with both lips split. His eyeballs turned on the young man who was standing with his shivering body.

"You ... their child? Why are you doing this? You stole Ibrahim's necklace because you knew it was the only thing you could use to fool us. What exactly do you want?" ketus Razka with his hands pointed straight at the fake Ibrahim.

"Of course because they want our family destroyed. I investigated him continuously after he left in a hurry. Apparently, Mom had an accident when she went to see her mother" Ayra said confidently. Razka really didn't expect him to do that.

"You ... So you weren't there when it happened?" Razka's body was shaking violently. What was truly shocked at this moment was Aulia. He never thought he would be fooled like that. He was always weak and easily taken advantage of by others.

The young man's head bowed restlessly, he played his fingers nervously. Sweat splashed up in the pores of the palms. He is unable to answer.

"Have you checked Mom's room? Maybe something is missing?" Hearing Ayra's voice the impostor's head was raised back with her wide-eyed eyes almost leaping out. Ayra smiled seeing the fear on her face.

"Room?" aulia Gumam. Ayra nodded, her two eyes looking at Bima who remained calm where she stood. The young man was completely similar to his father.

"Check, Mother!" tell Bima with her voice. Aulia turned to him, Bima smiled and gave a small nod. Aulia rushed inside the house to check.

Bima moved quickly as her instincts as her bodyguard were tested. He pursued the false Ibrahim without any intention of letting him go. Nasya gawked out the gate, his heart still could not accept that Bima was his brother.

Ayra calmed Razka, her eldest daughter asking the old man beside her to sit on the chair. He said, taking short breaths breaks down the tightness in the chest. His heart was already aging, beating immeasurably.

Aulia came hastily carrying an empty box she found in an unused room. His face was panicked, he was afraid that something else was also missing.

"How's it?" razka asked as she looked at his wife's tense face.

"empty. Money and jewelry were lost for when. I never checked," said Aulia Frantically, "where are Bima and the con man?" he continued asking glances at Razka and Ayra.

"The fraud escaped and the young man was chasing him .. ah, sorry, what was his name?" Dahi Ayra pengryit as if having memories of the young man's name.

"Male? Idaho ...." Both of his eyes widened, remembering the story his sister told him in his childhood. Hurriedly he turned to Nasya, and approached him.

"Sir, do you remember telling me about a child who looked like Dad when he smiled and had the same eyes as Mom? Isn't his name Bima?" cecar Ayra while holding his sister's shoulder.

Nasya was stunned, his feelings were like being torn apart. He was heartbroken before he loved. He nodded lightly answering a question from his brother without daring to raise his face to gaze.

"Is he the one we were looking for in that village?" He nodded again when further questions from Ayra came back. Ayra pulls her hand closer to Aulia and Razka while waiting for Ibrahim who is chasing the con man they discuss.

"Dad, Mother, do you remember the child Nasya told you about as a child? We look for him, the son of a parking lot guard at the market when in the village first. Do you remember that?" tanya Ayra. His eyes stared impatiently at the two dumbest parents in silence.

"Dad forgot, baby," Razka said regretfully. Her eyes turned on Aulia hoping that the woman would remember her.

"Was the kid who helped Nasya when she went missing in the market first? Was he? Mom remembers it because she had secretly found out about herself, but never met. Have you ever met him before?" said Aulia a little doubtful in her heart. What does that boy mean?

Razka looked at his wife with a frown on her forehead. He really doesn't remember that story. What because in the past, he did not care much less pay attention to the story of the child? It's probable.

"Yes, Mother. He's the guy. Even in the village I kept looking for him until Nasya and I managed to find the house of the boy named Bima, but he had moved in with his parents and ... and only met the old man with the tattoo," explained Ayra recalling the face of God, dear old face was not clear in her memory. Only the picture of the tattoo on his hand could he remember clearly.

"So, all this time you guys ...." Ayra nodded quickly answering Aulia's hanging question.

"That day we were just friends, the day I was going to be kidnapped, but the next day Bima was no longer seeing me. I didn't even know that Bima's brother moved out of his house" Nasha said lethargicly.

Not because of remembering the story, but remembering his heart that was sliced must accept the fact that the man who had been residing in his heart was his missing biological brother.

The pain!

While Bima, continues to spur his feet chasing the impostor tirelessly. He does not give up, does not want to let go of people who intend to use his family.

His long legs were again agile, successfully catching up with the young man. He pulled her collar and slammed her in the street. His body slammed into a paved road. He complained of pain, glancing around him for help.

Look Bima! The young man with a strong stature, looked like an angel of death who was preparing to separate his life from his body. His chest was blooming with the hunting breath. He stepped up, pulling one of Ibrahim's fake hands, dragging him down mercilessly.

"Please! Anyone help me!" He hurriedly stood up adjusting Bima's quick steps which pulled him without feeling.

Many people saw, but did not dare to interfere. They thought it was a family affair because at first glance their faces bore a resemblance.

"Please! Unhand me! Anyone help me, he wants to kill me!" he said again pleading while shedding crocodile tears. Honey, no one dared to move when he saw the unsettling look of the young man dragging him.