Reaching Dreams
Chapter 64
When they are busy chatting while eating, without them realizing there is someone eavesdropping on their conversation.
Not only that, he even took some photos with the angel that showed their closeness. The photo was taken from a place that could make Rahma and Pak Dewa look as if they were baby and dady sugar.
The person looked smiling satisfied already getting the picture as desired. After that he sent some of those photos to someone. After he was sent he left the place.
"Son's real Rahma?" asked Mr. Dewa while wiping his mouth with a tissue after the food on his plate ran out.
"No, Sir. I am from the village, it is about seven hours away. More or less." replied Rahma before downing the water.
"Mother thinks you're a real person here. You feel very familiar with your face" said Mr. Dewa.
"My face is just the face of the people from the village, sir. We met last night, too. My face may have known. Maybe there are people who look like me" explained Rahma humbled.
"How many brothers are you?"
"I don't know, sir. All I know is that I'm the only child of the mother" Rahma replied, shrugging her shoulders.
"Why is that?"
"Because my father left us both in the village. It has been a dozen years he has never met us, let alone meet to send a serupiah he could not," replied Rahma with a sad face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad. Sorry too much to know, said Mr. Dewa.
"It's okay, sir. I'm used to this situation" Rahma said with a wide smile covering her heart wound.
"All right then. If you need your help, you know where to call?" mr. Dewa said he left Rahma because there was a meeting schedule in half an hour.
"Thank you very much, sir. Be careful on the road!" rahma replied while standing up to let go of the man who looked so much like his father.
"Mother.it looks like I've found dad. But I don't know the truth yet" murmured Rahma lirih almost no one heard but Rahma herself.
Before leaving the cafe, Mr. Dewa had already paid off their food bills.
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The face of the God sir suddenly changed, like being injured when remembering Rahma's story. Last night he dreamed of seeing a woman carrying a baby coming to him, from the silhouette of his body like a god sir knows but forgets.
"Who is he really? Why can't I remember?" monologue pak Dewa.
"I have to investigate. There are many pasts I don't remember. What the hell is going on with me?"
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That night, Frans tried to sit in the lobby of the campus with several guards on guard duty that night.
"Wait who are you?" ask one of the guards who was standing guard.
"Nobody I've ever waited for, all this time the one who's been waiting for me" replied Frans Jumawa.
The guard shook his head at Frans's reply.
"Basic songong!" said the security guard while pointing his index finger to the forehead forming a transverse line.
"Have broken up with her boyfriend!" sahut the other security guard.
"Maclum children today, just a breakup is already stressed. What if you're married and have children but no fixed income?"
"Suicide times, can't stand the trials of life."
"If we don't get along wrong, all the trials are easy to go through."
The guards talked to each other about Frans.
Frans who heard finally realized where the fault was all this time. He chose the wrong friend so that his family sense friend left him.
Shortly afterwards it was seen that Rahma was walking from the stairs to the lobby about to get out. Go home. There are many students who come out with Rahma.
"We go first, ma'am," one of the students led Rahma out of the lobby.
"How many times have you said that outside the classroom, do not call mom. We are the same," said Rahma.
"OK!" answer some students around Rahma simultaneously.
Rahma smiled at the answers of the students who are now her students.
Frans who saw for himself with his eyes, how a Rahma who was liked by many students, became more and more amazed. Finally Frans ventured to approach Rahma.
"Rahma, could you please have a minute? There's something I want to talk to you about" Frans said as soon as he was near Rahma.
