Naura Keyra

S2. Returnees

I walked down the beach while looking at the screen of my phone that was lit. Looking longingly at the candid photo of a pouting boy staring at the camera.

It's been six years, but that disappointment still lingers in my heart. Every time I remember a man who was my husband, my little heart would always say hate and longing.

Well, I miss him. I really miss Rafka Putra Kalandra, a doctor who is now happy with her small family.

Drt

I stared doubtfully at my phone ringing. There was a call from someone very important in my life.

"..." - ".I was waiting for someone across the street to say the point was to call me.

"Milan is like me, Key." For a moment my body was pecking along with my heart that was pounding strongly. "He doesn't want to stay with Rafka. It's time for you to go to Jakarta, Milan needs you. He's crying every night and he doesn't want to see Rafka."

"I'm back" I said before disconnecting.

I sat by the beach barefoot while looking at the open ocean. Little waves invaded the surface of my feet.

"Your words used to be complete nonsense, Af." I muttered while grimacing feeling my chest as if it was squeezed into something. It hurts, it hurts.

"Mama's back, baby."

The next day I arrived at Soekarno–Hatta airport, my legs wrapped in stiletto heels stepped gracefully past some people who were looking at me strangely. I waved my hand at a man wearing his formal suit.

"Hey baby, what about Thailand? It's good to run from the past?"

I hit his muscular arm. "I'm not running from the past!"

He grimaced while grinning widely. We walked out of the airport with a straight look.

I've been leaving my hometown for 6 years. I miss everything that's here. Solid streets, my favorite spicy food and all those families who don't know where I am.

Me and End got in the car and then End started to plug the accelerator pedal until the car started leaving the airport area. I looked at the man beside me with a view I could hardly understand.

The end still focused on driving. "He needs a real mother, Key. I don't want Milan to not know if there is a figure of Mother who fights for her to see into the world, even her life was almost floating."

I was silent as I looked at the road ahead with an empty heart. In the past, when I gave birth to Milan, my breathing stopped for five minutes until the people around me were devastated by my death. They all left my room with the exception of End, he called the doctor and checked my situation.

I survived, thanks to his perseverance and God still gave me confidence to live. My kidney was damaged, and Akal took me from Jakarta to Thailand to do some medicine there.

I recovered a year later, and there I calmed myself down. Sometimes the End and the Beginning will visit me and I am grateful that the Beginning is the companion of the End.

She's a good woman, I know that. They both took care of me like a brother to his sister. I was really grateful, at my lowest point, there were those who took care of me and never intended to leave me.

I felt the car I was riding stopped moving. I glanced at End briefly before getting out of the car. There were two small children who seemed to be waiting for the arrival of the End, I stopped moving and my gaze was fixed on the amber-eyed little man who was looking at me confusedly.

Those eyes.

I would have almost thrown it to the ground if End hadn't quickly grabbed my shoulder.

"Daddy Cheating on Ante Keys?"

I blinked so softly as the voice of the little girl who had met me several times in Thailand, she looked at me suspiciously while shaking her waist.

Funny thing.

"I'm aduin to Mommy, yeah! MOMMY!" Tiffany ran into the house quickly. While the little man was still standing without a word. My eyes were framed with sunglasses, looking at Milan glazed and haru.

Milan, son.

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