The Son of Mr. Gifari

Mr. Gifari

I ran into the forest. I want to go far away before Maya and the others find me! I was scared, very scared. The shadow of being away from the graves of my parents made this body shiver with fear.

The tears had dried up, I was too tired to cry. My heart no longer knows what it looks like? Porak poranda is my little life now. It hurts so much to remember and realize the fact that I am alone now without a father or mother. Staying still looking at the bush in front of me is what I'm doing now. I sat hugging my knees hiding within the reeds that were high to match me. The moustached uncle's words continued to echo in my memory, I was so afraid that I would have to be taken to the orphanage. Can't Maya just take care of me? I just got close to him. Only he cares about me the most....

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"*You are evil! You're Tega! What is wrong with our Holy Adoption? She's an orphan, you don't pity me, huh?! "

"Maya, please! Who would not have pity on a child like Saints? Everyone loves him, I still have a heart! It's just that I'm thinking about our future and that kid, baby, we're tough people. And I'm afraid I can't give you and our son2 a decent life plus the Saints! Honey, I'm a man who doesn't exist... "

" Well, about the windfall, it's hard for anyone to manage! Why should we worry? I don't want to mas! I'm not willing for the Saints to be adopted by anyone else! "

"I try to think about this! Gifari sir is a rich man! Just pay attention to the appearance and also the vehicle parked out there! He is more worthy of taking care of the Saints, he is much better damding us who have nothing this2. The future of the Holy Departure will be bright if you live with that man*! "

That quarrel again, the successful quarrel restored the consciousness of this little girl. My body felt crumpled and sick not being able to move much. I opened my eyes and the pain came again. The pain I felt when I was about to fall.. Wait where am I? Is this not a funeral?

"May! Maya! Waitaminute! " That's Maya's husband's voice. It seems they are fighting again. I stared at the sky2 rooms that spread above me. Where am I now? And where was the noise? Miss Maya and her husband? As I recall I was eating a fruit seed that morning, then not how long the pain attacked my stomach. My head hurt and the world seemed to rotate, my vision was also slowly blurred and dark until I finally fell. After that I no longer remember what2. Why am I here? What is this place? So neat? very clean, the floor is immaculate white. The mattress was also soft and I was wrapped in a thick blanket. It's very comfortable and relaxing. I looked at the door that opened a little, this room was empty. There's just me. What is this place?

"Arkh!! " I moaned withstanding the pain that arrived2 just poked me in the stomach. I close my eyes, feel the pain that is afflicting this, very sick O Allah.

Tap

tap

tap

It seems like ad's coming, the room door sounds shifted. I opened my eyes as I felt a soft touch and caress in my head. I miss that rub. And how surprised and happy I was when I looked at that figure again, after all this time I did not meet him. That pacifying face smiled at me while caressing the tip of my head.

"P-uncle? " my words were softly trying to stem the tears that had been waiting for it to fall. And I'm right2 can't help this feeling of haru, I ended up crying.

"Darling, Sshhh... Heye? Why cry hmmm? Shh..." She wiped the tears on my cheek gently, I then turned my hand towards her hoping that uncle would carry me in his warm embrace. I don't know what this strange feeling is? I really 2 miss him and want to put all my feelings and complaints on him. He welcomed my hand and held me in love. I hugged her tightly2 while crying, she kept calming me down, calling me "honey" and "boy" two words that made me love her more and want to be close to her.

"Ssh, calm down my dear boy. Don't cry anymore.. " He rubbed2 my head is not bored.

"Holy! " I wiped my tears, it was Maya's voice. I looked up to get my head out of my uncle's arms. I looked at the figure of Maya who was silent and stood in front of the room door. There was a tear in the corner of his eye, he looked crumpled and sad. I just kept quiet, she had no husband with her.

"Holy-holy? The darling? How you doing, son? " Mum Maya stepped closer to me, then I remembered about the moustached uncle, am I going to be taken to the orphanage? Nah! I don't want to!

"Holy-holy? hyx.... " Mommy Maya started crying sobbing, I don't understand?

"Assalamualaikum," I looked quickly to see who had entered the room? And

DEG!

it was the mustachioed uncle, he smiled as he approached us. I'm afraid, I want to run! Nah! He'll take me with him! I don't want to!

"Calm down, kid.... Ssshhh... Relax baby.." I hugged my uncle hiding my face in his arms.

"It seems we already know, who is the most suitable and worthy of being a foster parent of the Holy Child now? " I peeked out from behind the warm embrace, I saw the face of the moustached uncle looking bright, looking at Maya and the kind uncle in turn. Bu Maya looked down deeply, her tears falling on the floor were caught by my senses.

"No, sir. We should ask the Saints first. Is he willing and willing? It is not good to force something on a small child. "strictly Maya ma'am after lifting her face.

"Yes, let's just ask Maya!" Uncle moustached smiled lightly.

"Holy, son? " Mommy Maya forced me to take from my uncle's arms. He then sat me on his thigh.

"Son, Shang, I want to ask you something as sacred." I stared at the two eyeballs fixed and sadness emanated from there.

"Holy want to stay in an orphanage?" I was surprised, looking scared at Maya's mom. I shook my head strongly2 and was about to cry.

"Sshh, baby.just calm down. "mom Maya stroked my head gently.

"Then Holy must stay with that uncle. The saint, right? Uncle loved Saints as much as father and mother loved Saints.. " Pam moustached smiled at me. I turned to look at the good-natured pamam there, I'll stay with him? I kept quiet for a long time, thinking about things my head couldn't digest.

"S-holy, will only stay buried father and mother." I said innocently.

"Then Holy must stay in the orphanage!" firmly uncle mustache made me afraid and wanted to cry.

"No! The Saints are not going where2! Saints want to stay with father and mother, "my cry accompanied by tears.

"Holy, calm down, my dear... " Mrs Maya grabbed me by my body, hugged me tightly.

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