The Mr. Bucin

The Part 14

The sound of the bell was ringing, the children scattered out of the classroom, and they immediately ran to the parking lot, there were some of their parents who picked up there. There are those who ride a bike and for the 9th class there are those who ride motorcycles.

Rea ran as soon as he saw the papa car parked not far from where he stood, the owner of the amber eye bead looked around, netraya looking for the figure of the man he loved so much.

Rea immediately smiled when he saw someone holding out a flower for himself, turning his body and hugging the perpetrator.

"Mr princess likes it?" asked, Rea nodded in her papa's arms.

"Why didn't papa exist?" Rea pulled his body and hit his father on the shoulder, Reno chuckled and kissed the princess on the cheek.

"Siti's aunt called, she said she wanted to meet," Reno replied as she ruffled Rea's hair, the girl smiled and took off her hair that Reno had tied up this morning. The long, jet-black hair as waist and slightly wavy it unraveled, adding to the sweetness and adorable face in Reno's eyes.

"Why are you so pretty like your mama, hmm. Papa wanted to hold on," Reno said as she spread out her hands, Rea laughed at the rest of her papa.

"Yeah yuk, go to your mom's restaurant first. Hungry at the wait of Aunt Siti, Rea also missed the problem," Reno commented smilingly at her daughter's words.

Reno admits, although Rea has lost Ara's love as her biological mother, but her daughter gets affection from anyone. Rea was very much like her and Ara, so cold outside but warm to the person she loved, therefore many loved and cared for the little princess.

After the death of Reno and Rea, Raditya, Rendra and Bagas who had noticed the girl's behavior even in different places smiled faintly.

"Pa, can I ask you please?" Rea who likes to sit in the back seat staring at his papa's face through the rearview, Reno glanced at his front rearview for a bit, nodded then looked back at the streets.

"Don't get angry, but," Rea grinned, Reno again nodded, "you really don't get angry," Rea giggled as she closed her mouth with one hand, one hand pointing at her papa.

Reno snorted exasperatedly at her daughter, if it had been like this, surely this girl of hers had her wish, and can not even be denied his desire which is like an order from the king or queen for his soldiers, very similar to him.

"Father if the bath jambangnya not in the kerok ya, amused tau," protested Rea who made a smile on Reno's lips, "formerly, mama Ara who remembered Papa, who remembered him, sometimes Mama Ara is also forced. Now because he was busy with papa's princess, and there was no mama, no one remembered, right" Rea directly put his hand on Reno's neck.

"From tomorrow, Rea who will help papa shave his mustache is also his beard," Reno just nodded and then fused his head with Rea's head.

***

"Good day, young master," said a young woman to a boy in a white top uniform and a blue subordinate, "is there any?" without answering the boy asked.

"There is a young master, the mistress is in his office," the woman replied, unceremoniously the boy walked away from her and headed for her mother's office.

Without knocking on the door, the boy opened the door made of wood and dark brown. Hearing the door open, a 50-year-old woman looked up and smiled warmly.

"Just come home and come straight here, Dit?" the one in question just nodded, then threw his body on the sofa to his left, his head looked up and his net closed.

"Raditya Son of Fernandes," the woman knew something was wrong with her son, therefore calling the name of his eldest son would make her son speak.

"So there was a 7th grader, you know, she was very different from the other girls" Raditya opened his eagle eyes, then looked at the ceiling of Mrs Fernandes' work room, Raditya's mother.

Mrs Fernandes smiled at her eldest son's story, the first time his son told her about a girl. Foot stepped towards where his son sat after turning off the laptop that he had just seen because he had to take care of the finances of this restaurant.

"What difference does it make?" Raditya turned his head then looked at the netra of his mother, then smiled when he remembered the figure of a woman who dared to harden the voice in front of him then pointed at his face, and dared to look into his eyes directly without fear.

"Don't date first, the school is real," Raditya and Mrs Fernandes turned to the source of the voice, Raditya rolled his eyes lazily.