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37. Who Om Revan Actually Is

Anissa POV

“Nissa, mama wants to go for a while,” said the yellow dress woman.

“Mama where to go, Ma?” my question is full of search.

With a heavy sigh, it looks from the expression of the face of the mother just pay attention. However, I don't want to ask her too long. Ever since that night, she seemed so emotional this morning.

“For a moment, you take care of the house. If anyone comes, just say mama doesn't exist.”

“OK, Ma,” I answered while nodding my head.

My mother kissed me on my forehead very affectionately, because she knew that my situation was not okay. But now this soul feels very relieved, because it can help Reval who is lying in the hospital to donate a kidney.

Sometimes my decisions are ridiculous. However, on the other hand, I couldn't see him in constant pain. Especially when they die in an unnatural way.

“Mama farewell, assalammualaikum ..,” greet mom again.

“Wa’alaikumsallam ..” I replied.

Right on the couch with no one to accompany me, I spent a lot of time just playing my phone. In my heart, I wanted to open a beautiful moment with Reval when we went to a place, which was the top. The destination there spoils the vision, how not, until now I still feel a dilemma with feelings.

Rumors have been heard that Reval is my brother. We are one father, and he was born older than me a few days. However, DNA testing in hospitals has not provided clear certainty about it. Until now, this silly feeling grew and grew as time went on.

Mama also seemed to forbid me from getting close to Reval. I don't know what he means. However, as much as possible I have to obey him so that he does not get angry with me anymore.

Instantly the thirst ambushed, while to walk and take mineral water it was very difficult. Now, in a room of 6 X 6, I can only look up at the ceiling with full hope someone comes to sip.

Before long, a knock on the door was heard from outside the rental house. But I couldn't open it. Sometimes the sound was silent, but it sounded again to make me want to open it.

Oh, yes, my mother said if anyone came to see you. Never open anyone's door. Alright, I should be in the room alone and not get used to breaking his advice, my mind is in art.

Not only that, the loss of knocking on the door, even bringing a tap of the feet of someone who came together. Banging for the sake of stomping sounded eloquently in my ears. I don't know who that person was, which must have been the rumor moving straight to the place where I lay weak.

“Assalammualaikum ..” greet the person.

“Wa’alaikumsallam ..” I replied.

Right on the left, the handsome young man in tanned skin was sitting down. Wearing a black suit, as well as a cool gray watch. He is Om Revan.

“Nissa, are you all right?” tanyanya while throwing away a very worried expression.

“Eh, Om, since when is it here?” I turned to him.

“Hmmm ... not too long ago, because no one opened the door, so dad just walked in.”

Hearing that statement, my mouth was shut. The thin mustachioed man always said that he was my father. However, until now the irony never took sides and explained very accurately that he was my father's right.

“Sorry, Om, ta-tadi said about dad? Who is Nissa's father?” my question is full of search.

“Ah, sorry-sorry if I am too presumptuous. Maybe I just remember Reval at the hospital. How are you doing, Nissa?” tanyakanya.

“She has also started to improve, and it's thanks to you.”

“Not thanks to me, Om, but thanks to God who gives health to his servant. I'm just an intermediary,” obviously I'm at length.

Hearing that remark, it appeared from the black-clothed man's face like he was in a glass. I don't know what he's feeling right now. However, I don't get too dizzy because of mom's message. Women who always make me strong always say that even women, do not feel weak in front of men.

“Nissa, here is a little gift for you.” The one-child man handed me a yellow envelope.

With an astonished look, I stared at the envelope and flipped through it several times. “What's this, Om?”

“Only just pocket money for you,” sambarnya.

“No, Nissa won't accept anything from Om,” reject me raw.

“Take this as my gratitude, not for anything else,” he replied.

“But still, Om, Nissa can't take this money.”

For a moment he was silent. His eyes blurred by looking at my face. Guilt began to grow from within my little heart. As an ordinary human being, it is naive not to accept the gifts of others. However, on the other hand, mama never allowed me to receive anything from Om Revan.

“Alright, Om, this gift I received. Just put it on the nightstand,” I said as I took a heavy breath.

Apparently, the handsome-looking man was following my words. He also wiped away a few tears that moved as straight as wet the cheek curve. Turns out, Om Revan could also cry.

What astonished me so much was why he did it in front of me. What is special about this self until a rich young man wants to do something unnatural—laki.

“Om,” call me down.

“Iya, Son,” answered.

The boy? Why did Om Revan call me son again, huh? I swear to God, I'm getting confused about this life story.

Regardless of what he said, I just looked a little. “Can you get Nissa a drink, Om?”

“Oh, can-can. Wait a minute, let me get you,” he said, then he stepped away from the room room.

Waiting for a few minutes until the masculine man finally came back, I was busy opening my phone while staring at the portrait in the gallery with Reval. Memories of when we were both silly started from the enemy, now close without a bulkhead.

“This is drinking,” says Om Revan.

“Thank you, Om.” Using my right hand, I grabbed his sodor.

Since I was still a little weak, she finally helped herself to sit on the couch. Unexpectedly, there was a strange vibration created from the touch of the black-clothed man's hand. However, to this day, I still wonder who Om Revan really is.

After drinking the mineral water, I put the phone on the table. Right next to the nightstand. Then Om Revan took my phone and stared at the wallpaper on the main screen.

I felt an oddity, because the net wouldn't shuffle a glance. I don't know what he did to my cheap cell phone, from now on it was like he wanted to eat the communication thing.

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