RAIN IN APRIL

HDBA 17 |Amnesia - Dylan|•

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Who's the kid? Why I feel so close to him. I was so worried when I came home from work accidentally bumping into a child. I grimaced when I saw the boy lying limp on top of the origin. With a troubled heart, I lifted up the little boy's body, wiggling his body hoping that the little boy would come to his senses.

I took him into the car, and immediately drove the car across the highway of the capital. After a few minutes, we arrived in front of the hospital. I don't want to take this kid to another hospital, see his serious injuries.

After taking care of the administration and all the necessities, I returned to the boy's room. Just look at it from the outside, before the appointed time comes to let me in.

I feel familiar with his face. But, as far as I've ever met the boy, after I came home and started working in this country five months ago.

"Akhh. I hope he's okay" I'm afraid, I don't know why I'm this golden. I've asked David - my right-hand man - to look for this kid's family. Was-was also if it's true this kid's amnesia.

After the time was fulfilled, I finally entered. Sitting next to the hospital bed. I looked at the boy's face, very handsome.

My hand moved, grasping his tiny hand which had a slight scratch due to falling on the asphalt earlier. I rubbed the hand gently, the skin of this child was very smooth, white and clean.

I kissed her, pressed the tiny hand against my left cheek, staring at the face of the child who was still closing her eyes.

"Wake up!!" I was a little nervous, when I felt the hand was quite cold. I felt like a father accompanying his sick son.

"Nl..." The boy let out a slight sound, making me flinch and stare at him fixedly. But, back there was no movement. I let out a long sigh, again grasping that tiny hand, channeling his warmth.

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Counted two days the child slept, did not wake up after treatment. I feel sad to open my heart.

While arranging some flowers in a vase, to make this room look alive. Suddenly I heard another voice.

"Emmm..." Very often this little boy muttered small voices, but never woke up. I immediately put the vase on the nightstand. Then sit on a chair near the bed.

My eyes widened, the boy opened his eyes, adjusting the light that entered into his eyes. His hands moved touching his forehead which contained a small brown plaster.

"Hey boy?" I brought my face closer, looking at the confused face of the little boy.

"Dizziness" She held her head, her manic looked at me questioningly. My heart is racing faster, what is this? Why does his face look so much like mine when I was a kid. Moreover, the look in his eyes, like my twin is missing.

"Here p-papa wipe his forehead, let's not get dizzy again" I was a little stunned, as he bravely claimed to be the father of this child.

"Papa?" She looked confused, then she raised her hand, her tiny hand as if it wanted to reach me.

I approached, and unexpectedly this boy immediately hugged me tightly, sobbing softly.

"Why boy?" I rubbed his head, my brain filled with many questions.

"Lindu" The boy muttered the word longing. I chuckled, how could he miss when we first met.

"Boy... Is that all right? Remember papa? Come on, what's your name?" I pretended to test his memory. Manor right said the doctor, if the child is amnesiac.

He let go of his embrace, and started looking at me one. "Name? Papa?" He repeated the word, why this.. lest he really amnesia?

"L-yes!" I was nervous again, as her round eyes glared at me.

The boy shook his head slowly, starting to hold his head which might come back dizzy. I rubbed his forehead again, wouldn't force it if he didn't remember.

I remembered the doctor's words a while ago.

"It's okay Dylan, papa's here!" I decided to take care of this child until his family was found.

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I've been taking care of Dylan for a week. We were finally allowed to go home too. David has not found any information about the child's family, he has also asked several police stations, and no parents have complained of losing a child.

Was Dylan really meant to be with me? To be the entertainer of my flat world? I am thankful that God has heard my prayers all this time. I always prayed for a friend, and it turned out that I finally had Dylan. If within a month Dylan's parents don't come, I'll raise Dylan as a child.

I clasped Dylan's hand carefully. I really wanted to carry her. But, with his stubborn nature, he refused to be carried, and insisted on walking alone. And I just resigned, let Dylan walk.

We got to Dad's house. Actually I have an apartment, but for the convenience of the country and the nation, I will explain the events of this one week first to them. So that there is no misunderstanding if they hear this news from others.

Dylan and I walked into the house. Indeed, I no longer need to knock on the door, because I am used to entering directly like this.

Dylan's grasp tightened even more, as if he felt a new environment that needed adaptation.

"Eh... Glen?" Mama who heard the sound of footsteps turned away from her busy brewing tea.

"Who?" Mama approached as her vision caught this foreign figure beside me. Mama looked jolted, and her eyes were looking at me sharply.

"Father!" Dylan frowned, clasping my hands tighter and tighter. Dylan was scared by my mother's gaze.

"M-mama don't get me wrong!" I immediately closed Dylan's eyes, not wanting Dylan to look at Mom's angry gaze.

"Clearly!" Mama moved away, approached the tea and took it up. It must be for papa who might be busy in his study.

Usually you will be very enthusiastic about small children, but not at this time. Mama was disappointed when she didn't know the truth.

Everyone will misunderstand me, see me and Dylan. Our faces look similar, from any angle. I think Dylan would have the same face as me if he had grown up.

I took Dylan to my room. For now, let him be here first. After telling the waiter to make milk, and Dylan had drunk it, I told Dylan to go to bed.

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I walked closer to Dad's office. After knocking and getting a speech from inside, I entered.

"Explain... What exactly did your mom say?" Not sitting down yet, papa's been to the point.

"Actually-" I explained everything that happened this week. Both of them did not cut the story that went.

"Mama can't believe it! His face looks just like yours!" I let out a breath. How'this? How do you explain it so they can believe it?

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...Mwehehe.....

...There's Dylan......

...How is it the same this time?...

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