Not a Substitute

A17 Their Lips Meet

Bhre Bramanty's. A 30th-year-old man. The CEO of a textile company called Bramanty Group. Mature age and a brilliant career does not necessarily make the CEO want to immediately give up single. Under the pretext of still wanting to focus in the field of his career makes him a figure of a man who is reluctant to think of a marriage. Until now he has managed to become 10 young business people who are very successful. It is undeniable that many of his colleagues want to make him a son-in-law or even a partner. But he felt that nothing clicked in his heart.

Pov Bhre Bramanty's

This afternoon I want to just unwind after a day behind the desk. The road is pretty slow. Not as usual. Soon I turn on my iron horse machine. I followed where my heart was. Until I saw the HK Boutique sign on the left side of the road. I turned my steering wheel into the HK Boutique courtyard. Ruko building which is dominated by white gray successfully attracted my attention. I immediately stepped my foot into the boutique. I was shocked by the voice of the little boy who suddenly called me father.

"Ayaaaaaaaaah." cried the little girl and immediately embraced me. I was confused as to who this little boy was. Why call me dad.

I just kept staring at the little boy who was still holding me tight.

Pov End's

The cry from Navya brought Himeka's steps towards the origin of the sound. Just a few steps, Himeka was made fixated on the figure of a man who was not far from his reach.

The man was almost similar to her late husband. Her body posture was exactly that of her late husband. Only in her hairstyle that looks a bit different. If the deceased husband prefers to style his hair with a model of the back without a hemisphere, different from the figure of the man in front of him. She has her hair neatly cut out with her left side.

"Dad, Vya kangen is the same father" said Navya who was reluctant to take off the embrace of Bhre, the man's name.

Bhre was silent, with no reply to a hug and no reply. He is confused in his attitude. He just looked at Navya.

A moment later he found that Himeka was still staring at him. For a moment their views met.

Equally fixated. Himeka still seemed shocked by the scene in front of her, while Bhre was still confused by the treatment of the little boy who hugged her.

Bhre believes that the woman in front of him is the mother of the little girl who hugs him.

"That can't be Dana. Dana's gone. He was happy in his world. He must be someone else who just looks like the late Mas Dana."

Himeka tried to discuss with her mind and reconcile with her feelings. A small drop of a metelet on his cheek. His finger stretched out wiping the circle.

Himeka also ventured to move his legs. Trimming the distance between herself and her daughter who was hugging a male figure similar to her late husband.

"Sorry, my daughter thinks that you are her father" Himeka said

There is a rejection from Navya who still wants to embrace the figure of the man she considers is her father.

"Don't want to, Vya still wants to be the same father, Mother." whine Navya

Bhre's hand reflexes are stretched out stroking Navya's hair.

"It's the same here, Om."

"I call him Dad, not Om." Navya justifies the call, he does not accept if he has to call it Om.

"Sorry, Mas..... "

"Bhre, my name is Bhre." Bhre replied as he extended his hand with the intention of introducing himself

"I'm Himeka, and this is my son Navya Orianthy. Mas Bhre, let's sit down. There's something I need to tell Mas Bhre." take Himeka.

They also sat in the boutique customer's seat on one side of the boutique.

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-tbc