The Lost Sense

Chapter 71

"Lha, Reny, what's with Mr Tara?" asked Papa when we arrived at the cottage.

" It just so happened, Mr. Handoko, we passed by there," said Dion smiling broadly. Dion sat down by Papa's side. They were indeed very familiar, because Dion was one of the confidants of papa in the company. Sometimes I see them both like their father.

"How's Raisa doing, sorry we didn't have time to distinguish her, in the hospital."

"It's okay, sir. Raisa's recovered."

"Halo Om, Dion," cried Devan and Mitha simultaneously out of the cottage. The two ran to greet, Dion. I smiled at Dion who was overwhelmed by the behavior of my two children.

"Where's the Raisa Deck, Om? How come you're not coming, anyway? devan asked somewhat disappointedly.

"Raisa has not been able to go all the way, fearing that her fever will recur" Dion said, wiping Devan and Mitha's heads in turn.

"Hopefully the Raisa Deck will recover quickly, 'Om, so we can have a picnic together" said Devan.

"Amin, thank you for that."

"Om, let's go with us to bake the fish." Mitha pulls Dion's hand towards Father and Mak is also mama. Where Tono was busy grilling fish. Like a buffalo whipped his nose, Dion followed Mitha's will, followed by Devan's step from behind.

At first glance Dion's eyes had been flirting with me. I just smiled to see her indulging my two children. Things they never got from their papa. My heart was like it was sliced when I saw the two familiar as if to his own papa. While such warmth they never get from Bram.

"Devan and Mitha, how could it be so spoiled on Mr. Tara?" the papa-gum beside me. I didn't realize that Papa was getting out of his seat.

"Yes, Pa. Crisp was also astonished," I said.

"Do you have a special relationship with, Tara?" papa looked at me seriously.

"Why, ask that?" sahutku.

"Honestly, Papa. If you have a special relationship with Tara, Papa agrees. Papa has known him for a long time, so far has never disappointed Papa. Your children also need a father figure. Besides you are also young, you deserve to be happy and achieve your dreams."

"Reny, haven't thought that far, Pa," I said softly.

"Why?" papa looked at me and looked at my face.

"Reny, it still takes time. Crispy doesn't want to fall again."

"You have to be sure of what you have to do for your future. It's not good to be trapped in the past. You may have been disappointed with someone, but that does not mean there are no more people who will do good to you. Papa leave it entirely to you. The choice is in your hands. You know what's best for you. One thing, you must remember, Papa and Mama will support your happiness," said papa at length. While hugging my shoulders.I can only hear the mangosteen papa wajangan.

"Come, we'll catch them. Papa doesn't want them to be suspicious of us" Papa said.

"Why, and who's suspicious?"

"Who else if not Mama, Mama always suspected the same Papa," he said.

"Surprisingly what, Pa?" delikku wonder.

"It's okay. Just about work. Mama said, Papa has made you a living robot, weird right."

"Oh, Mama's just been around. In fact, Reny worked out of my own choice."

"Oh, yeah. Papa got some good news. Arby's coming home next month. He said he wanted to work with Papa, but on the condition that Papa did not interfere with his performance. Papa told me to manage a subsidiary in Jakarta."

"Why not just here, Pa?"

"Yes, Pa. Reny also wishes the best for Arby." said I then took Papa to meet the mother who had continued to call by waving her hand.

The smell of the fish that was burned from earlier had seduced my smell. The hunger is no longer restrained.

"Come, we'll eat, brother, everything's done." Tony seemed busy preparing everything.

"Hem, you can also be a chef, Dek," I said holding my thumbs up.

"Wrong! The compliment was not for me, but for ...," Tono raised her chin pointing towards Dion, who was busy putting the fish thorns on Mitha's plate. Geez, since Mitha's sticky continues to be the same Dion. Eat near Dion instead of my mother.

I approached them, feeling bad as well because Dion had not eaten because he was busy with Mitha.

"I'm sorry, Mitha ngerecokin you keep going" I whispered.

"It's okay, it's why if Mitha, scoops me."

"I'm not feeling good. Here I continue, don't spoil Mitha too much. Usually also he can menggahkan thorns from the flesh of fish," my protest. Instead I serve Dion, take rice with side dishes to eat.

"Here, eat first." I also sat down near Mitha. Dion received a plate of rice along with his side dish.

"Nake your cooking, too, yeah. Be the chef" I said.

"Lha, the cook is not me, but you should praise" Dion pointed to Tono.

"No need to sell expensive. Tono had already given you a leak, if you said the cook. Uh, it's a commendable turn even Tono who cooks."

"Heum, Mitha tuh, also follow the cooking, even if only the fans doang." instead, it does not receive praise.

"Ma, Om's cooking is delicious, isn't it?" timpal Mitha thumbs up. "But baby, Dek Raisa, don't come. Try if Dek Raisa here, it must be rame, yes 'kan Om."

"Still wanting to tickle again, Mitha said, tuh," as I was.

"Yes, yeah. Thanks compliment. But don't be so hard-shamed, camer, '" he whispered.

No doubt, I threw a pinch to his waist. Dion's in pain, but I'm sure it's just a mode. Because I pinch it just dikiiit. All eyes were looking at us.

"Rispy Boy! What are you doing, Tara?" delik mama wonder.

"There's nothing, Ma. Just a sprain of thorns maybe," I said with a reddened face.

"Ih, Mama lied, Grandma!. Mama had pinched Om Dion," cried Mitha suddenly. Everyone laughed at me. Duh! The shame is either putting me where my face is. This kid can humiliate his own mother. I want to stuff rice into my daughter's mouth, let her be full, hehe.

"The mother is sadistic, Mit. Like what try," with his jail Dion even ngajak Mitha want to digjain mama.

"Hem, what kinda yeah, Om, like a dracula?" chortling .

"Drakula is beautiful, is that it?"

"Haha...." Beautiful dracula that's it, Om."

They both laughed at me. Both do not care if my eyes are ready to pounce on them. It could be that my son caught Dion's gokilnya, even though he had only met a few times.

What if he was already his father, uh even me. Stop, stop stop, scream my mind so as not to dissolve further in the imagination.*****