
I'm shocked not to play, Mr. Reno as if he could read my mind. But what was that? He said I was that woman?
“What father mean?” Manya make sure.
“Em no. Now you go!”
I was frozen in place. My mind again anchored to the words of this man sitting in front of me. I didn't listen wrong? Or maybe I'm hallucinating.
“What else are you waiting for Chevani?”
“Ah good, excuse me.” I rewinded my steps leaving Mr. Reno in the living room.
...***...
It was no longer afternoon and the sun had also disappeared from the expanse of the sky. I grabbed a bottle of mineral water and then immediately gulped it down to the toilet immediately.
“Huft! Tired once.” I wiped the sweat that had been sitting all over my forehead.
What other weirdness will there be? I'm ready not to be ready for that. Because there are always strange people who visit the cake shop where my feet are on this day.
“Mba buy ball dong.” It is also new to be built. Plis, I hope this is a sane man Aamiin.
“Which one is mas?”
“If make anniv courtship suitable which yes mba?”
“Emm.” I paused the sentence while spreading my gaze to find the cake in question. “Oh this, good.”
“How much?”
“200 thousand only mas.”
“OK alright. But please engrave the words on it ya mba.”
“Iya want to write what?”
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ONE HOUR HONEY
“Hah?”
“There is wrong?”
“Eum no-no, alright.”
Oh christ! What else this time? Could this geeky one celebrate the anniversary of an hour! Hey, what kind of creature are you from on which planet? I shake my head.
“This mas already.” I said while handing the pink love-shaped sponge to the geeky.
“Mba besides this cake, is there anything more suitable to give my girlfriend?”
“There's mas.”
“What?”
“Just tell your girlfriend to always remember the age yes, excuse me.” I passed from before the man and chose to look at the sleeping Pricilia on the small mat. It would be crazy if I kept serving that one absurd creature.
My son seemed calm, occasionally his feet kicked in any direction. I noticed the tired strokes embedded in her sweet, pitying face. I'm sorry your mom, son.
“Halo excuse me.”
“Eh yes. Can anyone help?” I turned to the source of the voice. A middle-aged mother with a boy I've estimated to be seven years old.
“There is a sponge that price 50 thousand ga mba?”
“Eum there but small bu.”
“Which one?”
“Itu.” I pointed at the small round cake that was in the second row in the glass steling.
“Oh where to stay?”
“Maxdunya?” My eyebrows suddenly linked to each other. What does this one woman need to ask my house everything.
“Ehehe gapapa. Ohiya if that one how much is it?”
“That's 250 grand. Which sponge would you like to buy?”
“Eum finished. Thanks yes.”
Aish! Why is this person. But yes, after all, I always meet strange humans magical bin around here.
I went back to the back to observe Pricil's delayed face. If I had seen my son's hand like I was holding a color paper belonging to Refa, I would have to take it before chewing it and getting into his own stomach.
“Loh!”
But how surprised I was when I found an empty sight on a red mat of lumps. My son was there, I swear. Did he roll around until he vanished from his garden?
I looked at the entire room from the main door to the tail of the store and even the entire yard had been traced. Nil. Pricil does not exist.
I'm panicking.
Really panicked.
Where's the kid going?
This room is very small and there is no way he slipped between the glass steling. Pricil can't walk. Oh my God how is this?
Right now I've been on the sidewalk looking for my little princess. The vow! He was completely asleep earlier and it was impossible that he could suddenly disappear.
Yes Rabbi.
I'm drooping down.
“What is mba? Why mba?” I could faintly see from a distance some humans started running and headed towards me.
“My son is missing.”
“Loh where was he?”
“I put it on a mat in the store. But after I served a buyer suddenly the child went missing somewhere.” This time my eyes have succeeded in passing clear crystals that are increasingly inviting concern for the people around here.
“Still remember its features how?”
“Middle-aged mother with a curly-haired boy.”
“APA?”
“Soath?”
“Where is it going?”
“What was the reason for coming here earlier?”
I'm getting confused. This time, almost everyone attacked me with questions.
“What's really why? You guys know him?”
“Oh poor! They're both kid kidnappers around here.”
HUH!
Pork!
...***...
“Hei how are you doing?”
I blinked my eyes to adjust the light entering the retina. I faintly saw the figure of a sturdy man with a fat boy standing next to me.
“Eum Mr Reno.”
“Is your head still hurting?”
I'm mute. My mind sailed on an event that until now I have not been able to remember. I don't know, what happened?
“Sick.”
“The medicine is reacting, be patient.”
“Mother papa?” This time the familiar boy's voice sounded raucous. He held the back of my hand while putting on a lethargic face.
“What happened? Why am I here?”
“You don't remember it at all?”
“E hem.” Reply with a head shake.
“You fainted on the side of the road shortly after finding out that Pricilia has gone missing.”
WHWHAT?
My kid?
Oh, my God. I've recalled it even it's very clearly recorded in my memory. Yep! Before Pricil went missing I was approached by a middle-aged mother whose face I had never met.
“My boy! Where's my son?” I went back hysterically. Infusion hoses and clothing such as medical devices attached to the body sontak I unplug and I throw it on the floor. I'm panicking really!
“Hei hey wait! Relax!”
“No! I need to find Pricilia. My son kidnapped huuuu.”
I don't give a shit! I escaped from the gurney without Mr. Reno's permission. But at the moment when my feet had been imprinted in the doorway and were about to pull the knock, suddenly a sturdy hand hugged my body and locked my steps right then and there.
“Release!”
“No!”
“Lease! I want to find Pricil aaaaaa-“
The dug dug dug dug.
Instead of avoiding Mr. Reno's embrace, my body was now lifted and laid back on top of the gurney. I was surprised not to play, this is the first time the father-son one did so.
...***...
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