The Long Wait of the Heir

Chapter 48: Jakarta has a story

Syahril and Amel are so happy.As per the promise, Roberto will teach Martial Arts after doing the job.Although Syahril has mastered it but needs more effort to deepen his Martial Arts again.

"Mel, are you ready yet?"

"See I've been wearing a seat belt" said Proud to make Syahril laugh out loud.

"Why laugh? Funny huh?"said plain Amel then pinched the waist Syahril.

"Awww.Sick know.Tu belt can be from where?Kog kumel that." sneered Syahril add upset Amel to him.

"From nemu.Continue mulung.Eh, meet the belt.So I just take it.Lumayan! Just in case of an enemy attack who wants to attack from above." said Amel tickled the stomach Syahril heard the plain words of Amel.

"Rain light!The one who attacked from above." said Syahril and sat down to gulp water because of thirst.

Berto came to hold his lips that had been bleeding and his body was full of bruises like being after a fight.

"Dad, why are you? What the hell happened to you?"lirih Amel cried to see the condition of his father who had endured the pain.

"Quick pack your clothes.Here it's not safe!" berto's decree made the two dumbfounded and looked at each other.

"What do you mean? I don't get it!" syaril said while packing his clothes.

"Don't ask much.Quick do what I command." Berto said, then pulled the hand of Syahril and Amel to immediately leave the small house full of memories of Syahril and Amel's childhood.

"Hey Berto! Where you going? Give the kid to me?" pinta the stranger.

"No.I will not hand Amel over to you." said Berto and handed Amel's hand over to Shahril.

"Syahril, I'll take Amel! Please take care of him.And another one if you find this person.Please leave Amel to him.I have no time.Quick go!" berto shouted while handing over the mysterious photo and trying to fight the foreign man who wanted to take Amel from him.

"No.I'm not leaving Dad!"lirih Amel who cried.Demi keep him he had to separate from his father.

"Amel, hurry!Didn't you hear your father's orders.We have no time.Come on.." said Shahril pulled Amel's hand and ran away from Berto.Always Amel only cried hugging the clothes he filled in the pocket of crackle.

Now Amel and Syahril breathe a sigh of relief.The two have boarded the bus to the city of Jakarta.

"Amel.Easy! How long do you cry?Your eyes are swollen.I promise I will take care of you until I hand you over with the mysterious man in this photo." said the promise Syahril carved a smile on Amel's lips.

"Now sleep on my shoulders." he put Amel's head on his shoulder and smiled to see Amel had fallen asleep because he was exhausted.

Arriving in Jakarta, the metropolitan city that gives happy memories to Syahril but severed for Amel.In this city he lost his mother and swallowed bitterly live without the figure of Mother.

"Amel, hunt!"shahril held Amel's hand tightly.

"Yes." answered briefly and forcibly removed Shahril's hand.

Amel who began to feel Puber must have felt different when Syahril clasped his hand even though Syahril did not have a taste for him.

"You have to accept me.Don't blame me if another man bothers you!" shahril shouted to look at the departure of Amel who did not like the excessive acts of Shahril.

Syahril's steps stopped considering Berto's message to bring Amel to the man in the photo.Syahril ran to find Amel who had disappeared far from him.

"Amelite...Ameel...!" his screams held hands in his mouth and called out Amel's name.

Repeatedly calling but no answer or the appearance of Amel in front of him.

Syahril clenched both hands feeling sorry to let Amel go first.She sat on the asphalt while ruffling her hair.His virility faded through the flow of sad feelings had to part with Amel.

Amel deliberately hid and quieted himself around the traditional Market.He jumped in excitement when he managed to bring rice two packs plus drinks from the results of washing dishes at the restaurant not far from Syahril sitting thinking himself.

Shahril looked up and pulled Amel and put Amel's head on his ketek and then scrambled Amel's hair into a mess.

"Basic of the rioters! You don't know how worried I am about you." Syahril said, constantly releasing his frustration at Amel's actions.

"Here you are.Your mouth is like a girl.Rifikan I listen to it.Mending we eat.I know you have no money anymore because you have to pay the cost of riding the bus earlier.Makanya I go to work secretly.If I tell you for sure you will not allow me, Sny snot."

"Did you say something?"shahril asked in Amel.

The word imprints on Syahril who is called Bocah ingusan.Yes,although it is true that the difference in age does look Amel more mature than him.But Syahril is still a Man.Over time he will grow into an adult man who will definitely feel in love.

Maybe at this time Syahril just follow the feelings that flow just like that.Without love but more impression on the word INTERESTED.

A week living on the outskirts of Syahril street is very happy because every night he and Amel always see the view of the city of Jakarta from a makeshift halfway house.

"Amel."

"Hehm.What??"

"How do you feel about me?"

Amel turned to Shahril.The question just now must have been to strangle his mind.

"Help??meanin?" asked Amel to look at Syahril who was staring at the city of Jakarta from the bridge.Amel and Syahril distance is only a meter.Syahril glanced at Amel waiting for the answer that Amel threw at him.

"There is nothing special" said Amel then walked down to his halfway house they made as if under the bridge.

Syahril was silent without saying.Then Azhan was heard reverberating.

"I pray first yah! Remember don't go anywhere wait till I get back."

After wearing a black knitted peci.Syahril rushed off.Tak forgot he looked at Amel smiling raised his eyebrows then ran towards a small mosque not far from his halfway house.

Shahril rushed abudhu and entered to fulfill his duties as a Muslim.Syahril began to move from his seat but was stopped by one of Ustadz who would fill the study at that time.

"Assalam mu'alaykum young man!.Whatis yourname?I see you always actively pray and follow the studies here.I've asked them here.But some of them do not know you?"tanya Ustadz Adil in addition to the manager at the mosque he is also believed to be a filler of routine studies held every Sunday.

"Wa'alaykum salam.My name is Syahril mustofa.Biasa called Mus.I happen to have just come from Bandung and my house under the bridge there." replied honestly Syahril.

Syahril was forced to change the name.Demi keep the original Identity that Berto ordered him.Berto strongly recognize who Syahril really is.See Syahril when wearing a watch that Berto sold because of lack of money.

the Flash Back On

"Shahril.Let's you?"his call stopped Shahril who was practicing Martialism.

"What's up?"

"You look at this watch.Do you know what this engraving means?"tanya Berto shows the engraving on the back of her clock.

"Syahril did not know.What must have been Abi's gift."

"Do you know what your brother's name is?"

Syahril tried to remember when Bian called Abinya.

"Hehms..The problem is Syahril met Abi when Syahril was three years old.So did not know the real figure of Abi."

"Arzil??What are you not-don't..??muttered Berto then smiled looking at Syahril who had run to continue Martial Arts training.