My son, not my son

Chapter 35. Mysterious Shadow

"Whose package is this?" muttered the woman. Just as he opened the door of the house, suddenly his foot kicked a box-shaped object. Yeah, a box wrapped in wrapping paper. Wrapped neatly like a gift.

"Who put it here?" mumbling again. He was looking for who the owner or who sent the box.

"Who are you looking for, baby?"

Fiya was shocked to hear the baritone voice that suddenly appeared.

"Eh, this is brother. There's a package, but don't know who the owner is" Fiya said as she looked at the box.

Arion also followed his wife's gaze. He was also confused by the package. Because he himself also does not feel shopping online or ordering packages or gifts from someone.

"It doesn't have you?"

"No, sis. I don't have any online shopping. I also feel like I will not receive a gift. Who often give gifts to me is just a brother. And it's impossible to think about the wrapper," said Fiya. Now he has lifted the box.

He shook the box. "It's so light, brother," he said again.

"Maybe have an older brother" Arion said.

"Sister?" ask Fiya confused.

"Yes brother. Brother Nawal."

"Tumben sister calls Early with sister."

"It's okay. Who knows by calling him brother, will soon be present our baby in your stomach, dear."

"Can that be it?"

"Who knows. We are not wrong to try. While it's not a bad thing, just do it. But don't believe in superstitions" he replied.

Fiya is just a mangosteen.

"Yes, yeah. It could be having a sister," he said again. He agreed to a new call for his daughter.

The two of them went back into the house, while Fiya brought the box. Both of them plan to go to work. Given the time is not yet rushed, the two decided to ask about the box to Nawal.

"What is that, mam?" ask the girl curious.

"Mama also confused what this is. When I opened the door, my mom was outside. This isn't for you, honey?"

Nawal frowned. Then glanced at the watch in his hand.

"First, you're late, mam" he said. He immediately took the gift box held by the mother, and took her away. Of course after he experienced his mom and dad.

No one knew that Nadim and his driver had been waiting for Nawal at the end of the road.

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"What's that box?" ask Nadim curious.

"I don't know, either" said Nawal. He fixed his seat, leaning on the chair beside Nadim sitting.

"Road, sir," Nadim told his driver.

"Well, den," said the driver.

"Open Napa? Curious," said Nadim. From earlier he glanced at the box in Nawal's lap.

"Oh yes. I forgot."

Gegas Nawal opened the box. It was the same, wondering what the box contained.

The two of them carefully watched as Nawal un-boxed the box.

"Whose picture is this?" nawal Gumam. He took out a picture of a baby wrapped in a bedong cloth, then looked at the picture.

"Baby photo?" ask Nadim wonder. He also looked carefully at the baby's photo.

"Hmmm, by the way he looks just as stiff, Wal. Is that maybe you?" ask Nadim.

"I? I was when the baby was?"

"Yes, could it?"

"No way Dim is me." Nawal tried to deny.

"But it's very similar, Wa," said Nadim did not want to give up.

"Or is this maybe you were in your baby? Then there's someone who means to make you curious. There are times when pranksters want to harass you," added Nadim.

Nawal was pensive to hear the speech of his theme. He linked the past to this event.

The question mounted in Nawal's mind. First, someone sent him a paper, saying that he knew all about Nawal. Second, at school Nawal got terror again with blood writing about him bastard child.

And today, with that mysterious box package, sure enough, it has everything to do with it. But he doesn't know how it all relates.

And until now, Nawal did not tell his mother or his father. He is self-proclaimed and he investigates himself.

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"Barraggart! Bastard son! Bastard son!"

Such was the singing voice of the little children that Nawal heard this afternoon. He was surprised to not recognize the children. And he also did not know, the little children were singing for whom. They stared at Nawal cynically.

They don't seem to like the little girl.

The chanting cry would be heard growing louder as Nawal stepped away from them. And instead Pabila Nawal approached them.

Nawal grew more convinced, it was all related and aimed at him. Now he's getting curious. Who's behind all this.

Now Nawal tries to be indifferent to the cry of the little ones. He stood in the school parking lot waiting for the father to pick him up.

He did not come home today with. Nadim because Nadim went home first. Whether there is any business, not yet after the school lesson, Nadim has returned home picked up by the driver on orders from his father Nadim.

Not long after, the father came. Nawal immediately got on the bike after he gave a smile to his papa.

In the middle of the journey, Nawal seemed to see a shadow of someone. He had seen that shadow. But he is not familiar with that figure.

"Who is that?" his inner. "It looks like he was the one I saw next to the school toilet that day, too" she said.