The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter

Chapter 45

Zesya is seen still standing in front of the school gate waiting for her mother to come to pick her up.

"Iiissh mama must have forgotten to pick her up again" grumbled Zesya recklessly kicking the street gravel.

"Lho ? Zesya hasn't been picked up by her mother, has she?" ask a teacher who deliberately approached him for fear that someone would do evil if Zesya continued to stand there alone. Zesya just nodded slowly at the teacher.

"If so Zesya wait in the dalem aja. danger if continue to stand here" asked his teacher. Zesya followed his teacher's invitation. Because he himself felt a little sore on his feet.

30 Minutes passed but Hasya still did not show the trunk of his nose. Zesya who had started to rouse and his stomach began to rumble because it was almost time for lunch.

When he was bored it suddenly Zesya saw Mr. Amin a masjid ojeg subscription Bi Rani, ARTnya. Disembark passengers who are none other than Zesya's school staff.

"Sir Amin..!!" then Zesya approached Mr. Amin who was not aware of Zesya's existence.

"Harrs.. Naha acan uwih Den?" (Why haven't you come home yet, Den?)

"Mama nuju is busy siga na mah pak," (mama is busy like sir)

" Yes tos atuh hayu uwih and father we, pamit wawartos heula ka mother teacher na bilih melangeun" (Yes, let's go home with the father aja, pamit, say first with the teacher's mother, the teacher, let's not worry) Zesya then immediately went into the teacher's office to say goodbye to his teacher. And so that the teacher's mother can make sure the person who will take Zesya will return home safely.

"Oh Mr. Amin, his ass, his titip mister Min"

" Ready ma'am, guaranteed directly usherkeun ka bumi na" Zesya also immediately climbed in the back seat of Mr. Amin so that he could immediately go home.

"Sir but then stop by the mama's shop first"

"Ready den!" they soon passed from Zesya's school to Hasya's flower shop.

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That afternoon was quite blistering if it was not a tea plantation area, of course Zehan would feel very hot. Zehan with some miners was looking at the area they would build from the hilly area but could still see clearly the state of the speed of the vehicle that went back and forth on the road.

" I think everything is ok, just need a few revisions only "the developers, architects, also the land owners nodded in understanding.

This southern tourism development project should be a fairly large project but at risk of being a cor*psi wetland if not monitored closely. Although it had received a rejection, but in the end Zehan could convince that the mining of the southern tourist route was still managed by and for the surrounding community.

The survey went well. While the others had lunch together at a restaurant, Zehan broke away to look around the atmosphere of the place on foot. About 15 minutes he was walking leisurely at a glance he saw a boy who looked like him when he was little just getting off the motor into a flower shop in the alley those.

With a heart that suddenly pounded, without thinking long he rushed to the flower shop.

"About Flowers" he muttered, his face looked serious when he saw the name of the store.

"Welcome to our shop can we help you?" greet a shop girl.

"Anu, excuse me, I wanted to ask, I just seemed to see a boy enter this store. Can I meet him for a moment. Because I have to make sure of something "

"Hm... A boy?? Oh maybe I mean Mr. Den Zesya, I briefly call first" Zehan nodded to comment on the girl.

"Sorry father who yes, what is there to look for me?" zesya asked, looking out for Zehan who was looking at his mother's flower shop.

"Deg !!"Zehan swallowed his salivation quickly, for some reason Zesya's voice was so electrifying. His heartbeat beats faster than when he runs after Zesya to the store. The heart seemed to be about to explode when Zehan had not turned to face Zesya who was watching his high back. And when he turned around, the tears from his right eye suddenly just slid freely when he saw the look of the child. His eyes widened round, his beads became more vibrating and soaked in tears as he watched Zesya more closely, and he remembered that the child's face turned out to be very similar to his childhood self. Hurriedly he wiped his tears as well as calming his feelings, Zehan then approached Zesya who was stunned coldly not shaking, they threw gazes at each other, looking at each other with their thoughts.

" ha's.. Haaii.." said Zehan, but Zesya still did not flinch or change her face. Feeling awkward Zehan approached Zesya and extended his hand to shake.

"Hi, um, meet Om, Zehan."

"Zehan Akhilendra Hirawan? Really?" suddenly Zesya's cold eyes turned into a warm cheerful twinkle flowing in Zehan's heart.

"Ah. ya. it's me." said Zehan reviewed the sweetest smile on Zesya.

"Know Om, my name is Zesya. Om who ever appeared in tivi yesterday right, wow great Zesya can meet Om directly" said Zesya with sparkling eyes.

"Hmm it's weird, usually children your age like games or anime characters"

"I still like it too, but that doesn't mean the world of children is just games and anime, right?" gimik Zesya when welcoming Zehan's hand like an adult. And it doesn't take long to get late in the conversation. It did not feel 2 hours passed, it was time for Zehan to leave because there was still work but he promised another time he would come again after giving his whatsapp number to Zesya.

"Alright, if so o'm saying goodbye first. There is still work to do. Hmmm try this Sunday Om will come again, ok?"

"Ok om, yes who knows later Om can meet my mother"

"Later mama you fall in love with the same om, how will papa you?"

"It's my papa dear mama, surely papa lives with us om, but since I was born, I have never met papa, said mama papa busy so can not see us again" hearing Zesya's words was clearly a little disturbing, between astonishment and pity there was also a sense of insinuation. For 7 years, still most of the time was up for work, and every time he received a report that if Hasya had not been found, he would have gone intoxicated.

"Where have you ever had your dad work and where?" Zehan could not hide his curiosity.

"Mama said, papa is a businessman who lives in Jakarta. "once again Zehan's heartbeat is like being electrocuted when he heard Zesya's speech.

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