Not a Substitute

A18 Dancing Waltz

Bhre and Himeka headed to one of the seats on the left corner of the boutique.

Earlier, he asked Navya to wait in Himeka's room with one of Himeka's assistants.

Navya initially refused to leave because Navya's hand did not want to escape from Bhre's grasp. Navya is not willing that the man she believes to be her father should stay away from her.

Thanks to advice from his mother under the pretext of this adult talk and Navya is not old enough to engage in preaching, Navya finally complies with Himeka's wishes.

But he also applied the condition, “Alright, Vya will wait in the Mother's room. But if mom and dad are done talking, Vya wants to buy daddy ice cream.” Pinta Navya with her hands folded in front of her chest with her tiny pursed lips.

Bhre's head reflexes nodded his head in the sign that he had agreed to the request of the cute little girl in front of him. Himeka looked stunned to see Bhre who seemed to have gotten chemistry with his daughter, considering that they had only met for a few minutes.

“Please sit Mas.” Himeka invited Bhre to sit down.

The chair is a corner sofa. Bhre sat on the right side while Himeka sat on the other end.

“I apologize if my daughter did like earlier.” Himeka opened the chat. Bhre only responded with a wry smile.

“Navya, my poor little daughter. He lost his father while his father was in charge.” With his face bowed and with his fingernails played. He started telling stories.

“His father was a pilot, he died in a plane crash. Navya still thinks her father went to work.” Himeka continued his story.

His throat felt choked as he tried to tell the figure that until now still filled his heart and mind.

“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun.”

“I was wrong. I should have told Navya that her father was dead. But I still don't have the courage.” The roundness of clear back netes on his cheeks.

“Proposy yes, Mbak.” Bhre is confused as to what to do to respond to the story of the woman who looks weak before him.

“Later I will give understanding to Navya if you are not her father.”

“It's okay, Ma'am.”

“Iya means, eeum.just a call, right. Do not immediately break the joy of Navya.” Bhre answered what Himeka had in mind

“Seraya slowly later Mbak told Mbak's daughter the actual circumstances.” he added.

Himeka nodded. “Thank you, Mas Bhre."

Their views meet. Each other glued in the gaze. Until Himeka first stopped him because the door rattled open.

“Mother, have not?” Navya's voice sounded loud. He screamed a little with his head sticking out behind the door.

“Sini.” Himeka waved to Navya.

Navya ran towards her mother.

“Mother, Vya wants ice cream. But buy it with dad.” Navya said in a asking tone

“Vya, buy it just the same mother yes. Om repot no business.”

“Kok Om hell, Bun. That's mom's dad, dad's not om om.”

“Sini, Vya!” Bhre tells Navya to come closer. And without waiting for long, Vya was already sitting next to Bhre.

“Vya, want ice cream what?”

“What aja, Dad. The important ice cream.” Navya replied with sparkling eyes.

“Ya already, we go to the mini market at the end of the road there yes.”ajak Bhre. Navya jumped up in excitement and several times said the word hurrah.

Bhre took Navya away to buy ice cream at a minimarket down the street after getting her and Himeka's permission. And surprisingly, Himeka easily gave permission. It was as if she believed in the figure of a man who was so similar to her late husband.

Himeka stood in front of the boutique door while staring at her daughter held in her arms by Bhre, away from her sight.