The Beloved Barbarian Girl Young Master Paralyzed

The Beloved Barbarian Girl Young Master Paralyzed
A dream



In company.


Satria stood in front of the glass directly facing the street, many cars passed by under him but Satria's focus was not looking down at human activities down there because his mind drifted somewhere.


"It turns out that I'm catching this." murmured Satria sadly.


Satria again sat in the chair he used to sit in during work, he saw several piles of files waving his hands to check. Satria's heart is not okay, many questions arise in her mind and also a deep sadness considering her mother's struggle. Fighting with his own mind makes Satria more sad and anxious, not feeling Satria asleep with her hands resting on the table.


Someone patted Satria on the shoulder to wake up, Satria wriggled her body to see who was waking her up. A beautiful woman was standing and smiling at him, her face was so similar to her that she believed the woman before her was her mother.


"Son, you're big and you're good-looking, baby" said the woman.


"Mother? Are you really my mother?" ask Satria.


The woman nods her head with teary eyes, Nadia stretches her arms Satria hugs her mother spilling all her grief and also her longing.


"Mother where have you been? I miss you mother hiks.hiks." Satria's cry broke.


Satria's mother, Nadia, gave birth to Satria into the world and left her alone at the call of the almighty. Nadia was speechless, her mouth was trembling with tears that were pouring so profusely.


"Mother is always in your bloodstream, forgive your mother, son" Nadia said in a trembling voice.


"For so long I have always expected your embrace mother, do not leave me again mother hikss.." said Satria sobbing.


A Satria who is known for her indifferent personality does not happen if she has faced her mother, the mother she always missed and the mother she has always been looking for all this time is now in front of her, hugging her body tightly and warmly.


"Take care of yourself, son, now I have to go" said Nadia.


"Don't go ma'am, I beg you" said Satria pleading before Nadia.


"Can't kid, our world is different, all you need to know is that I love you so much" Nadia cupped Satria's face wiping the tears still running down her face.


Slowly Nadia walked backwards releasing her embrace from Satria, as strong as Satria hold tightly his mother's hand so as not to leave but still Nadia's body increasingly disappeared can not be touched like smoke.


Albert's secretary Raden entered Satria's room with no answer as he knocked on the door many times, Raden saw Satria move restlessly with her eyes closed until she finally decided to wake him up.


"Satria sir, get up sir" Raden said.


"MOM, DON'T GO MA'AM." Racke Satria.


"Unwake up, sir.. Hey.." Raden continued to pat Satria on the back to wake up from his sleep.


"MOTHER.." cried the knight opened his eyes.


'It turns out everything is just a dream, but it feels so real' inner Satria.


"Istigfar sir" Raden said


Satria pulled her hair back, she rubbed her face wet with tears. Raden took a glass of water to Satria, he was sure that Satria was dreaming of his mother who he had been looking for, Satria once told him that he was looking for his biological parents who were out of nowhere.


"Drink, don't forget the istigfar" Raden said, offering Satria a glass of water.


"Thank you." said Satria took the water given by Raden.


"Satria's father is dreaming?" ask Raden.


"Yes I dreamed of meeting my mother, but our nature was different before the beautiful lady left she told me that my mother had died when I was a child" said Satria.


"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi roji'un, I'm sorry sir, I hope he is accepted on the side of the creator" said Raden.


"Aamiin, thank you Raden" said Satria.


Satria asked for the file carried by Raden, he read it and signed it. As long as Rasya and Albert are not in the company Satria is the one who replaced both, the, all the files that have been signed by him will be given to Albert and Rasya as proof that the files have been examined carefully by Satria.


"What a pak Satria' inner pity Raden.