My son, not my son

Chapter 28. Secret Mission 2

"Today, what did you say to Aunt Ela?" ask Fiya to Nawal. They are currently enjoying breakfast. There is mama Basagita, Elfan, Arion, Ela, Hanai, Fiya, Arion and of course Nawal the smart little girl who is super cute and cold.

"Nothing," Nawal answered briefly, densely and clearly.

"That's it," brother?" tanya Fiya wanted to be more certain.

"I-iya," said Ela.

"Why are you nervous? You're not lying, are you?" ask Fiya, scout at Ela.

"Ela, Fiya, if you eat again, don't make a sound. You are like a child" said the mother. Mama Basagita wants to shift the topic. Didn't want the big family to start the morning with the slightest debate.

"Truly said mama," timpal Elfan. His mouth was full of food.

"You too" mama Basagita told Elfan. "The mouth is full again. What about the rice in your mouth? Not polite."

Ela, Fiya and Elfan finally ate in silence. From the beginning it was the teaching of mama Basagita and papa Rudi, should not eat while discussing anything.

While Arion and Hanai as the newcomers in the house, could only enjoy the moment. A moment that doesn't happen every day. And according to them it is a familiar drama that should not be missed.

"Ma, let's go for a walk, yok! Like a picnic," teach Fiya.

Now they were sitting in Lesehan, in the living room, enjoying the crackers that Ela and Hanai had brought from Ela's in-laws.

"Mama don't come. Just you guys," reject mama Basagita.

"Come, ma. We rarely go on picnics. Especially with a complete formation like this," whined Ela.

Again, he was like a child. Hanai smiled with that manner of Ela.

"You guys, haven't changed in the past. Still a little kid," Fiya protested. It was always Fiya who did not accept Ela's childish attitude.

Arion smiled looking at his chatty wife. Fiya is the most disciplined, the cleanest the most critical. At least accept that Arion took the clothes in the closet and finally messy. The most upset when the bath and towel in any place. At least accept if persuading children by using hp. And the most chatty if after eating, the plate in any place. That should be in the dirty dishes.

And many more.

"Let's not come. Just mama" replied Nawal directly. He had even heard the whining of aunty and the persuasion of his mother. That's how Nawal is, doesn't like pleasantries, doesn't like to talk a lot.

Ela and Fiya were silent. And all eyes were on Nawal who was still chewing on the crackers in his mouth. Of course they were all astonished. Usually children are most happy to be taken for a walk. Lah this? There was not even the slightest intention to come along.

"Why not come?" ask mama Basagita. "Is it because Grandma didn't come? All right, grandma's coming."

"Yes, kid. Why not come along? It's exciting," said Arion.

"Follow yes, please," whined Ela.

While Hanai, Fiya and Elfan were silent, though the three of them wondered what was the reason for Nawal refusing to take a picnic. If the term is now, healing.

"It's not adults who need healing. So do what?" chirps Nawal relax.

"But dear healing it .."

"Laughter has a task," it's fast.

What errand? It's still a holiday mood. Who is the teacher who has dared to give duties to his child when the atmosphere is still off? Isn't the holiday certainly used for family togetherness? So many questions in the mind of the adult.

"What task, dear?" I asked Mama Basagita.

"There's a group assignment, Grandma. We promised today we would finish it. Let it be fitting to go to school in no hurry" replied Nawal, silencing them all.

Tin tin tin

"That's already come an invitation for Awa. Awa go yes, mam, pap, nte, om and granny. Later if the task has been completed Nawal will go home quickly really," he said. This time he even mentioned his full name. Even the talk is warm.

If there is a desire, speak softly, warmly, say the full name.

Nawal immediately left after greeting all those adults. They were all still agape, not realizing that Nawal had left.

What tasks on holidays like this? And who picked up Nawal? Is Nawal out there so busy? So many questions in their minds.

***

"Where did I say yesterday? Already?"

"Died waiting for results."

"The lelet works."

"When did the results come out?" ask again.

"Maybe in a minute."

"Ci-h." The little girl was grieving. Then she smiled her frequent smile.

"That was just told not to be becus," he said again.

Cringe cring

The man's phone rang.

"Maybe it's the result. I'll pick up the phone soon."

A few moments later...

"What's the outcome?"

"Yes, Wa. You with him have a blood relation. Here the result is 99.9 percent. Let's see." The man held out the white paper he had removed from the envelope. Envelopes bearing the hospital logo.

Nawal read the writing on the sheet of paper carefully. It didn't take long for him to read that. Only a second could he. By scanning, he had already remembered all the contents in the letter. There was not a single letter he forgot.

"I thought so," he murmured slowly. The little boy next to her could not hear her. He could only see Nawal's lips twitching.

Yes, that little girl is Nawal. The boy was Nadim. Schoolmate with Nawal, classmate anyway. Only the two of them can reconcile to often perform important missions that they call, secret missions.

However, it is much smarter between Nawal and Nadim. Often Nadim asked for guidance Nawal will be many things. He could not do something if there was no interference Nawal, even if only a little.

Often the work and missions assigned to Nadim are not finished.

"Who is that letter for? And who is described in the letter?" ask Nadim curious. Their conversation is like an adult. No kidding in their dictionary.

"The adults love to lie" murmured Nawal. But he did not reveal it so as not to be heard by Nadim.

"Wa," call Nadim. He was very curious who the letter was addressed to. Who looks like Nawal?

"Can't you be too smart about other people's business?" sergeant directly. Made Nadim instantly speechless.

It was common for him to be treated like that.

"But really interesting. That's just I can't know. That secret, huh?" ask Nadim again.