The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter
Chapter 47
A few weeks later
It's Zehan !!" zesya shouted when she saw Zehan waving from a distance, Zesya who was so excited immediately rushed out the gate of his school, without seeing left and right he ran across the road just like that. Zehan who saw it immediately gave a warning for Zesya to wait for him but for free the boy had run across half the road.
"ckiiittt !!"
"Yesyaaaa !!!" Zehan pecked when he saw the car screeching hard when he had to brake suddenly when he saw Zesya running across the road. With mixed feelings Zehan immediately checked the state of the child. Zehan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the child sitting down, both hands holding his body back later probably because of surprise to make him sit in a half-spaned position like that.
Quickly Zehan scooped up and hugged Zesya's small body with a feeling of relief.
"You ain't nothing, son? Is there a wound? Whereabouts? Where's that sick?" Zehan frantically examined every part of Zesya's body afraid that someone was injured because of the fall.
"Sing ati-ati oruh jang mun nybrang tea !" namel driver colt dolak that contains vegetables. Zesya lowered her head in silence from feeling guilty for her carelessness earlier.
"Please forgive my son. My son likes to be careless sometimes"
"Oh !! What if I hit you, sir? Good thing my car brakes are packed, try if not I am definitely to blame ?! hadeeuuh ah ieu mah !!" sewot the driver with his Sundanese accent.
"Muhun sir, Zesya apologize, Zesya teu badger lieuk! Hampura sir" said Zesya after being able to calm himself. Then without being in Suru he immediately kissed the back of the driver's hand. The driver was just throwing his angry breath away, after all his son was okay, just now he felt amazed by the courage and courtesy of Zesya when apologizing for his carelessness.
"Pokona ke deui sing ati-ati her jang," said the driver as he stroked Zesya's head.
"Sir, I'm sorry this is for your gas" Sodor Zehan told the driver.
"Ah wios sir, nami na ge slave, just another time sing ati-ati tong ngantosan sakola slave on sebrang kieu road. Danger" advised the driver.
"Yes sir, next time I'll be more careful." zehan said when shaking hands with the driver and still forcing the driver to accept some money on the driver's pack even though it had been rejected,
"Pami kitu nuhun oruhnya sir, kaleresan I want to buy fertilizer" said the driver at the end because Zehan continued to force him.
The teacher came in with breaths, breathing heavily,
"Zesya.. You're nothing, son?" asked his teacher while examining the child's body, Zesya only shook her head while pursing her lips.
"Jeez Ze, the mother was surprised until lemes fit in the Silvi if you hit a car.
"Sorry Zesya yes ma'am, Zesya was less careful,"
"Yes already nothing, next time you want to ask for help with security guards or teachers who happen to be teachers again no yes" advised Riana, the homeroom teacher Zesya. A while later Riana recalled Zehan's figure looking towards the two of them.
"Mmm. I'm sorry who is this guy?" but at once Riana felt awkward at her question, when she saw Zehan and Zesya alternately, wanted to see from any side the man's face was very similar to Zesya's, which means he must be his father from his student.
"This is papa Zesya bu guru" said Zesya loudly.
"oh, I'm sorry sir", welcome Riana to greet Zehan who also looks awkward.
"I was the first time I met Zesya's father, because Lia's mother always picked her up."
"Deg !" zehan's eyeballs were perfectly rounded and vibrated with her mouth slightly open when Riana mentioned Hasya's last name, and it strengthened her conjecture all along.
"Aahh. i.iya sorry ma'am, I am a little busy, because I work in Jakarta so it is rare to be able to drive or pick up Zesya. And it just so happened that today I was on leave so I could pick up Zesya at school." Zehan explained.
"Well, Zesya laper" exclaimed Zesya after he saw his watch showing that a few minutes later Hasya must have come to pick him up and he had no chance to know the truth directly.
"Oh "Zehan glanced at Zesya and understood Zesya's intentions.
"Bailah ma'am, nice to meet mom. Then we leave, it seems like Zesya has missed her mother's cooking. Mari bu" said Zehan while slightly bowing his body. Riana replied with a small nod.
An hour later, Hasya came to pick me up on his bike.
"Good day Mom, sorry to ask you to call Zesya ma'am" Hasya asked as she parked her bike.
"Lho, Zesya has come home from an hour ago, indeed the mother's husband did not say if you want to pick up Zesya?" hasya's body trembled violently upon hearing the words of his teacher Zesya.
"His husband? Mean mother?" hasya said with a look no less shocked from Riana's expression of surprise.
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"But Zesya said to himself that the man was Zesya ma'am's father, so I believe that his face also looks a lot like him" bright bu Riana who saw the expression of Hasya who was so surprised when she heard her son had been picked up by a foreign man who recognized Zesya was her father. Hasya breathed a sigh of disappointment with the carelessness of teacher Zesya who had easily given Zesya to an unknown person.
"But you should have called me first to make sure, she was if it was my husband, if not how?"
"I'm sorry ma'am, I'm careless" Riana said feeling guilty. Hasya was completely speechless anymore.
"But the richness was Zesya said that if he wanted to go straight home because of kangen mother's cooking, try to check first to mother's house, if there is nothing I will immediately report to the police"
"It's okay I know who took him" said Hasya and then passed home by pedaling his bike.
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Zehan watched carefully Zesya's face with the child's face on his phone, when Zesya was busy with his meal, although it was a bit splashy still the child tried to keep the tatakrama on the dining table neatly. As soon as he looked at the child's face, the more he noticed, the more he was sure the child really did look like him as a child as Lyn's aunt had said the other day. In addition to the shape of the face, Zesya also has hair color that is also dark brown like herself. His skin is also paler when compared to most Indonesians. But that is only natural, because both Zehan and Hasya do have mixed Korean blood.
A moment Zesya glanced at him, Zehan hurriedly turned his eyesight in another direction even though he had already been caught by Zesya. The boy then put his spoon and fork on the plate that still leaves his food. Then he leaned himself against the back of the chair, folded his arms around his chest, his flat countenance intimidating enough to intimidate Zehan who had stolen a glance at him.
"Is there anything you want to ask?"
"Your words are like someone who knows everything."
"Isn't it clear?" said Zesya ketus. Then he took his bag. Zehan noticed Zesya who was busy looking for something in her bag.
Zehan sighed as well as swallowed his saliva in order to reduce the slight tension within him.
"Hey son, aren't you only 6 years old but why are you acting like an adult?"
"Isn't it natural that the fruit falls not far from the tree?" Zehan frowned while shaking his head, he was actually made to be surprised by the child's cold demeanor.
"When do you know I'm your father?"
"Zesya is sure that even myopic people will still think we are father and son, without the need for DNA testing, at a glance, is not our face is indeed similar" again Zehan was made unable to say anything more with Zesya's answer on target. Zesya held her breath and exhaled slowly. He then gave a photo of Zehan's wedding to Hasya.
Zehan's eyeballs seemed to want to get out of place as soon as he saw the photo of his wedding with Zesya. Her eyes were trembling, with tears in her eyes.
"Did your mother know, sniiiff..?"
"Not yet, but soon he will know" said Zesya flat.
"Hey son, can you go to the kids mode like that at school, sniiff?" zehan held back his laughter.
"Alright" said Zesya with the same expression, Zehan also chuckled in disbelief with the boy's rancid attitude and took a glass of clear water in front of him in frustration.
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