My Boss Traumatized My Childhood

Chapter 4 The Heart Thief

Pov Rifan's

Today I do not go to the office, because my parents are holding a celebration and celebration when they will perform Hajj.

I was sitting on one of the benches, reserved for the upcoming invited guests. My parents invited relatives and relatives, as well as some of my father's co-workers.

"Hi Rifan, can I sit here?" said a girl, whom I did not know.

"Please," I said flatly.

"I'm Siska, son of Mr. Gunawan's coworker Om Andi." The girl reached out her hand and introduced herself, but I did not ask, and I just nodded, not returning her hand, the girl looked annoyed.

"You have a boyfriend yet? I want to be your girlfriend! " I didn't respond, and I got up from my seat and walked away.

"Riffane! Hey wait .. I haven't finished talking!" the girl shouted, but I did not turn my head and continued walking towards where my parents were.

Honestly, I felt uncomfortable with a girl like her, who was looking for an opportunity to approach me. There have been a lot of girls trying to get my attention, and none of them have responded to me.

It's not that I don't like women anymore, I'm still normal. But I already have a female figure who has stolen my heart. The woman who courageously helped me when I was helpless. And since then he has taken my whole heart.

Flasback.

I was 10 years old and was playing a bicycle in a park near my house.

I was playing in the park for the first time, because my family and I only spent a few days in our new home. Yes, we are new residents of the complex.

While I was riding my bike around the park, there was a bunch of boys who seemed to be older than me. As I passed them, suddenly one of them intercepted me.

"Hi, Geeky! Down you! How dare you go through our play area!" said firmly one of the children whose stomach was fat.

They call me geeky. Yes, at that time I was very innocent, my clothes I put in my pants, and my hair was very neat, and glasses were perched on my nose. You can imagine it yourself.

"You ma-mau aa-what?" I answered because I was afraid, they would do evil to me.

"Hahahahahah, it's geeky, stuttering again. HAhahahahah," plopped them with a loud laugh.And I just kept my head down.

"Get me your bike!" snatch them and take my bike.

"Why do you want to be my bicycle?" ask me and defend my bike that was pulled by one of them.

"This bike we're gonna take!" said one of them, and we still pulled each other on my bike.

"Don't!" I shouted while holding my bike.

"You two hold him! " said the fat boy earlier. Then two children came closer to me, and blocked both my hands.

"Don't!Please don't take my bike, it's a gift from my parents! " i shouted as I tried to let go of my hand that was stricken by the two children.

"Hi, Guys! Unhand her! " Suddenly there was a little girl hooded, coming shouting at them.

"Hey, little brother! Don't interfere in our affairs!" say one of them.

"Take him off, or I'll teach you a lesson!" said the little girl, there was no fear of her.

"Hahaahha. Don't be so brave of you, who is this geeky until you defend him like this.Didn't you guys go out?hahahahahah," the laughter of them all.

"If so, why?" suddenly answer. I don't know why that sentence came out of my mouth, without my thinking.

"Waah.. waah.. waah.Have dared to manifest yes you, Culun! " say the fat boy.

"Why? Are you guys scared?" I hide my fears.

"How dare you! Feel this!" The fat boy raised a fist at me, and I just closed my eyes in fear. I felt no pain, I slowly opened my eyes. And I immediately glared when I saw, the hand of the fat boy was smothered by the little girl, so that his fist did not hit my face.

"Aaargggg .. It hurts!" the fat boy shouted in pain, as his hands twisted the girl.

"Oh-I'm sorry, Dek.Please let me go!" please, fat boy.

"Go away, or I scream!Let everyone beat you up! " Snapped the little girl while releasing her cheque.

The horde of boys, immediately frightened and ran away from us.

"Sister's okay, right? " ask the girl, with a very sweet smile in my opinion.

"Yes. I'm doing fine. Thank you for helping me" I said with a smile.

"Yes, equally. Next time be careful, brother," said the girl.

"Yes, God willing. Oh yes my name is Mahendra" I said as I extended my hand and introduced myself.

The little girl welcomed my hand.

"Greetings to Kak Mahen. I'm ... ."

"Salsaaa! Come on, let's go home!" the little girl's speech was cut off by the cry of a woman, who was probably the girl's mother.

"Yes, Buu ... a minute!" shouted the girl while taking off our hand link.

"Yes, Brother Mahen.I go home first! " said the girl and left me.

Since then my heart has been stolen by him.And no one can replace him in my heart.That is the reason I act cold, to all the women who want to approach me.

Even after that, I never saw him again. But I'm sure one day I'll meet him.

Flashback off

***

"Rifan Mahendra Setyawan!" Someone screamed in my ear that surprised me.

"Astagfirullah. Oh God, Mother. Mother ngagetin me anyway." It was my mother who shouted my name.

"You again say yes, from earlier Mother asked to say, Mother called, you did not turn away and just remained silent," said my mother annoyed.

"Eeh, no, Bun. What's wrong?" I asked while embracing my beloved mother's shoulders.

"Let's see you, Mr. Erwin's family" said my mother.

"The Erwin family? " My forehead frowned, I don't know who my mother meant.

"Yes, Mr. Erwin's family, your father's best friend and our first neighbor, " said my mother knew about my confusion.

"Oohh .. Yes, Bun. Comeing! Where's dad, Bun? " i asked who has started to step and hold my mother's hand.

"Your father has met them first, you are from earlier called nyaut," replied my mother.

"Hehehe, yeah sorry, Bun."

We stepped into one of the guest tables, where my father had a conversation with someone.

"Assalamualaikum, Jeng Nia! " my mother said to a woman of my mother's age.

"Eeh, Ma'alaikumussalam, Jeng Nadia." Aunt Nia immediately stood up and approached my mother.

"How are you, Jeng? " ask my mother while cipika cipiki with the woman.

"Thank God be good, Jeng. Aah, soon someone wants to go to Hajj, hopefully given safety on the way. And given fluency in his worship," said the woman.

"Amen,Jeng. Hopefully you will also follow soon," said my mother.

"Aamiin.. ehh, who is this? " ask Aunt Nia who is watching me.

"Ohh, yes. This is Rifan my son." My mother introduced me.

"Greetings to ,Tante," I cupped my hands together and Aunt Nia just nodded and smiled.

Actually I've seen Aunt Nia, but I forgot when.

"Well, it's a big child of yours, Jeng," said Aunt Nia.

"Yes dong, Jeng. Then where's your son? " ask my Mother.

"That's my son" said Aunt Nia, pointing at the man, who was sitting holding a small child, who was being held by a woman beside him.

"Well, you have a grandchild, Jeng" asked my mother.

"Yes, just one, Jeng. Son of Gibran. You alone, Jeng? " ask Aunt Nia.

"Boro-boro grandson, Jeng. My ghost does not exist yet. I don't know my son, I don't want marriage yet, "my mother said insinuatingly.

"No problem, Jeng. Later if it's time, Jeng will also have a daughter-in-law, hehehhe," said Aunt Nia.

"Tuh, Bun. Listen said Aunt Nia, if it's time I'll get married anyway," I said to my mother who made her frown a little.

"OoH, yes. Jeng Nia also has a daughter, right? " ask my mother again.

"Yes, he's not coming. You just started to enter work," said Aunt Nia.

"Have he not married yet, Jeng? If you do not know the same child," said my mother while holding my arm.

"Mother!" I am upset with Mother, because Mother often wants to introduce me to the children of her fellow artists. And I kept rejecting it.

"What the hell is ,Fan? You do if you want Mommy to know a girl always nolak, you want to continue bachelorette, heem?" I just kept quiet hearing my mother's nagging.

"That's it, Gen, don't force the child by our choice. Let him seek his own happiness, "say aunt Nia sage.

"But yes, Jeng, he has never been close to a girl, Jeng," continued my mother.

"Hahahah, it's been Jeng who is patient huh. Later on Jeng in Mecca, Jeng Nadia just pray, may the child of Jeng Nadia soon get a mate," said Aunt Nia calm my Mother.

"Yes, Jeng. I am patient too. Ohh Iya jeng please enjoy the food," said the Bundaku friendly.

The event went well. My father and mother have already left for the airport. I'm taking them. While the guests have moved back to their respective homes.

On the way home, I thought of Aunt Nia, it seems like I've met her before. I don't know when or where I forgot it. I returned to driving to my parents' house. To help clean up the former event earlier.