Naura Keyra

KN_ Duh Iri's

“RHEA!"

“What is this storm?” Davin emerged from behind the door with his tangled look. It seems like the man is exhausted.

He sat his butt next to his wife after Rhea and Rini got up and sat down on the other sofa. Reva immediately called the maid to make her a cup of coffee.

“Tumben his face tangled up? How come you're home?" Reva pulls out a tie that feels choking on Davin's neck. She kissed her husband on the cheek and made Rini and Rhea cluck.

“Duh bucin,“ said Rini

“Duh envy,“ reply Davin half-literate.

He hugged Reva's waist from the side and slipped his head around her neck.

“Dog want plus-plus scene in front of us?”

“Astaghfirullah Mom, old can not be rough,” chirped Rhea.

“Kek singles tau lo both, sono back. I want to grow crops first.”

Not only Reva who met, Rini and Rhea also seemed to be blushing to see Davin who was busy pecking Reva's neck.

Reva pushes her husband's shoulder away from her, she's embarrassed, really!

Davin clucked, because of his friend's two wives. He was rejected by his own wife. Davin again sat down next to Reva limply. “Don't like to be rejected!”

“Reva doesn't like to be rejected either, Vin. Like mitted.”

“Astaghfirullah Rini, I'M EASY YES LO!" Rini and Rhea were scattered on the spot.

“Jahara!"

“Btw Vin, you get greetings from Rian Sama Cemara. Valeri also said kangen same lo, waiting at the look of his Grandpa.”

When the limp body turned firm, he looked at Rhea and then met. “Lo don't say I'm his grandfather, there will be a human duo who are jealous of him.”

Reva's face snatched away, her hands crossed, she was sure of her husband's words to insinuate her. Though ‘kan he is not jealous.

“Gara, elo, Cakra same Adnan's Grandpa Valeri same Tasha.” Rhea's light as soon as her eyes looked at Reva who looked hostile to Davin. “That I want to go back first, we both don't bother you two. Tomorrow my son is also back from Aussie, hopefully the child back and forth bring the coupling.”

The two women passed from the Gandawari mansion. Davin's hand was already clutching his wife's waist.

“Darling they ‘kan already gone, what if we ekhemm ekhemm?”

“The turn is what you want to call baby huh!" The adult woman sulked.

“Lo know for myself how I, Rev,” often naughty.

Davin is getting older.

Stand off

The notification from Davin's phone shifted his attention, it was a message from his wife's driver who he had asked to buy his youngest son's favorite cake.

[Sir, I saw your daughter running to the bus stop near SMK Andromeda alone, but it was raining]

[I make sure it's true Miss Keyra even though her appearance is different at home.]

Davin read without any intention of retaliating. “Queen not home yet? Where's the bad boy going?" He spread his gaze throughout the living room. It's just him and his wife.

“Bad boy?“ Forehead Reva wrinkled.

“Iya, Ervin.”

“Queen same Ervin has not come home, maybe they are still on the way.“

Davin. “Lo in the room, the fragrant shower keeps using it a gift from me. Don't forget my wife!“ Before leaving his mansion, Davin first kissed his wife's forehead and lips.

“Davin!"

17:25

[Keyra's permission to go home late to buy a novel in the gramed.. Sorry, Keyra refused if Mother and Papa told the driver to pick up Keyra. Sweet greetings from the sweet keyra💙]

Keyra sent the message to Mother and her Papa. He was currently sitting alone at the stop with a straight look. The rain that fell seemed to accompany her in silence.

He had already kicked out his friends who offered to go home together. At first they refused to be expelled, but Keyra instead made excuses if he would be picked up by his Papa driver.

Is it Keyra? He drove them away when his friends were willing to wait for him for hours just to drive him home.

Keyra just wants to be alone. He wanted to reflect on the many strange things around him. She misses her mother, the one who gave birth to her and raised her.

He also misses Garen, a sweet-faced man with a sweet attitude who is very considerate of him. In SMK, he never crossed paths with Garen. Either the man who was busy or himself who was too lazy to glance at the surroundings.

Keyra took off the round glasses she was wearing and put them inside her backpack. His head looked up, looking at the sky that was once blue had now turned gray because it was covered in clouds. The rain falls soaking the earth where it stands.

Lately it was every afternoon the rain would come down hard, strong wind blowing through Keyra's bones until the girl shivered.

“Excuse me son,”

Keyra looked down politely as a shabbily dressed old man sat beside her. The old man looked ahead, precisely a food stall located opposite the stop.

I spend my weekends

Tryna get you off

My mind again

Keyra sings the song softly, The song that has recently become her favorite. He hummed with feet that could not stand still. The man beside him looked.

“You are a bule who lives in Indo?” The old man asked because he saw Keyra's amber-colored eyeball.

“Your eyes are yellow,” he said again.

Keyra smiles understandably, “my original Indo kok Pak.”

It's just oh-ria, “you didn't come home son? It's almost tonight,"

said the old man named Ramli with a slightly unclear articulation. “Rain seems to last.”

“Still waiting for an invitation, sir." He said lying, Keyra glanced at a container filled with fried food that was in the lap of the old man. “Bapak selling fried foods huh? I bought everything, sir.. Laper is.”

Keyra's forehead shriveled as Mr. Ramli involuntarily smiled.

“Alhamdulillah o Allah,” he said gratefully. Then he nodded vigorously while putting all his fritters into the plastic. “This is son, sorry if the fritters are a little wet because it was hit by rain water. If you want to take it, do not have to pay also gapapa.” Mr. Ramli explained in a weak tone. But his smile never faded.

Keyra daydreamed at how grateful the old man beside her was who was unceasingly smiling after he offered to buy her wares. The old man was willing to sell under the swift rain that soaked his frail body.

Oh God, why do I feel slapped? This father who should have rested at home to enjoy old age with his family, now even willing to sell with a transparent raincoat that is clearly unable to warm his dry body.

While the servant whose needs are always fulfilled, never give thanks to you, O Allah... Astarghfirullahalazdim apos..

Keyra's eyes felt hot, he blinked a few times. Keyra reached into the hundred thousand dollar bill and immediately handed the money to Mr. Ramli who received it with a confused look.

“Son but sorry, I don't have the change. Do you have any small money?”

Keyra shakes, “Keyra doesn't have Mr.”

“Oh your name is Keyra, this is Mr. give back the money.”

“Keyra eat first yes Sir, Gak hold hehe.”

Keyra was actually hungry, after reading the do'a, he ate the fry voraciously. His stomach had continued to sound and wanted to be filled. At school, Keyra just sat in class doing nothing. Even the provisions prepared by the Mother did not touch Keyra at all.

Keyra also returned home late due to having to clean the library room accompanied by Rafka, Ivan and Rivan. The three of them only accompanied without any intention of helping him.

“Please Sir,”

“What do you do, son?” Ask Mr. Ramli in wonder.

“Still make the fritters, delicious even though it is wet. And thank you also for making Keyra aware that life must be a lot of gratitude."

Mr. Ramli did not have time to answer, a Lexus LS stopped right in front of the stop. Keyra could see who had gotten out of the car with a surprised look.

“Gee whizz keyra!”

Keyra's hand was forcibly pulled by the man to get into the car. After that, Lexus LS was speeding away leaving Mr. Ramli alone.

In the car, Keyra closed her eyes while holding the locked door handle. The rain still flushed the Capital, but the man beside him was even so brave to drive a car at high speed through the slippery streets.

“We are no longer racing cars ‘kan Pah? Keyra is afraid of an accident and goes to the hospital again.”

Davin slowed down the speed of his car while glaring a sharp gaze at his daughter. “Jaga your greeting!”

“I-iya sorry,” great-grandson was scared.

Davin suddenly remembers the message Keyra sent as he was about to open the car to pick up the girl. “You want to buy a novel in gramedia, why can we meet at a stop near your school, Queen?” Davin asked filled with threatening looks.

“Eh anu-”

“Rain makes Keyra stuck Pah, so not yet to gramedia deh hh,” the laugh is tasteless.

“Kalo driver Mommy did not see you here, will you continue to be trapped the same old man?” Davin gripped his steering forcefully. “The distance from home to your school is far away, Queen!”

Yes, far away, even Davin was driving his car with a speed above average.

“You remind me what is the cause of cluster disease you suffer from?!” He said a little. Davin pulled out his car in front of the minimarket. He grabbed his wife's jacket and put it on Keyra. “You are here first.”

Davin exits the car with a small umbrella that protects him from the rainwater. He entered the minimarket to buy something.

“Hoammp,” Keyra covered his mouth that continued to yawn, his eyes felt heavy followed by a sense of dizziness that hit his head.

Shortly after, Davin got into the car with a white plastic logo and put it in the back seat. He looked at Keyra who was also looking at him with a glare.

“Papa ask for help you do not repeat again.. Waiting at the rain stop is the same for disease.” He pulled out the wiggle of fake hair that Keyra was wearing and threw it in his back seat.

“Tomorrow do not need to use the situation again, ” Keyra nodded, he would not dispute the words of the man who has the status of his biological father.

“Telfon driver, Ervin or whoever it is. Papa doesn't want you to get sick just from the cold at the stop, Queen.” Said again.

“Iya I know if the cold makes the cluster I crumpled, but sitting in the hallway while looking at the cloudy sky that makes my mind calm Pah...” he said softly followed by his closed eyelids.

The soft snoring sounds indicate that his son is now asleep. Davin let out a long sigh followed by his outstretched hand stroking Keyra's brown hair.

“You're Papa's son, but why does it look like Mommy Crystal? Your overall nature and look are similar to Mommy, Queen.”

🙅🙅🙅🙅🙅

Mark typo

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