
"Yes, because you're a garbage boy, you find your mom and dad in the trash. So, don't you have to pretend to be the big brother of the cave, understand!" Without realizing it he told the truth about Alan, all of it happened because of the focus with his cellphone.
As the conversation between Alan and Yadi unfolded, Ferdi and Ika happened to overhear it when they had just walked out of the room. Suddenly the two of them were surprised and glared, before finally voicing the sentence in unison.
"Yadi!"
Yadi was surprised to turn his head, then realized with the sentence he just said. "Oops, sorry Dad, Mom, I'm slipping." Stand up straight from his seat.
While Alan turned his head towards his parents, then split his lips immediately open to ask him, "Is what Yadi said true Father, Mother?"
Without further ado, his father replied, "Yes, that's right, you're not our son."
Sontak Ika immediately held Ferdi's hand, "Pa ..."
"It's Ma, it's okay, it's true what it is. Whether now or later, sooner or later, this fact will not be avoided if Alan is really not our child, but just a trash child." Ferdi did not think about Alan's feelings in the slightest.
Like a heart slashed by a thousand badik that Alan felt heard the sentence. "What does all this mean? so, am I not a father and mother's son? then ... then .. who are my parents, Father ... Mommy?" powerless to endure the pain in his heart, and then there were tears on his cheeks.
"Yes, that's true. We don't know who your parents are, we found you in the trash, maybe your parents didn't want you, still lucky we still want to take care of you until you're this big, okay?" Replied Ferdi who again did not think about Alan's feelings, instead he thought it should be Alan who thought.
Alan was no longer able to hear any more of these extremely painful sentences. Of course, why the sentence made him unable to accept it, as if he was really a completely unwanted child of his existence, until the words of insults and insults are still constantly peppering every sentence that comes out of his father's mouth.
Unable to stand around them for long, slowly stepping out of the house.
"So wait, son, stop Alan, don't go!" Shouted Ika, wanting to prevent him from leaving because he understood the feeling that Alan was feeling right now.
However, just two steps of his feet rested, his hands reached by Ferdi, until his steps stopped. "Had Ma, he would have come home later, let him go at most just to lament the fate of some kind in the soap opera tivi." His cetus.
"But Pa, mama's afraid she's why-why pa, her heart is messed up and mama's also afraid if she doesn't come home." Ika replied looking hasty.
"Overdoing it times, where are you going, huh? want to find his parents? Remember Ma, when we find him in the trash, it can be made sure that the boy must be a bad carrier, kept dumped by his parents!" Ferdi said in his own conclusion.
"But of course Pa, there may be an incident that makes him able to reach the trash or whatever it is we also do not know pa, that time we are also right … not reporting to the police. Maybe it's all God's destiny he became our son pa." Say Ika.
"Huh! it was in the drama that there was such an incident huh? whim! it is likely that he is a child of free association aka illegitimate children and then thrown away! ah, already! Do you cry for the boy, just let him, he'll come home. Even if he didn't come home by chance, without bothering me to throw him out." Answer Ferdi.
Ika is still overwhelmed with anxiety, until her tears continue to flow down her cheeks.
"Have already stopped that cry of yours. Hurry up and make me coffee there! Don't you think about that son of a bitch, hurry up!" Ferdi's Order.
Though tears were still pouring down her cheeks of the worry she felt, yet what powerless she was against the will of her husband, then rushed to the kitchen to carry out the orders of the husband until the child quickly he did not think anymore.
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By Alan's side
At first he did step towards the road, but he turned towards his house again through the back road, until now behind the house is approximately 200 meters from his house, precisely under the shady tree of the type of cempedak located on the edge of the river.
Sitting alone lamenting the fate of this very painful self, it was never suspected since he was a toddler that he was not their real child.
Although during the persecution he always received from the toddler there was not a single tear out, now he spilled the sign of deep pain he really felt.
Of course, for him physical pain can still be withstood even though life is a bet, he must be able to sacrifice all that for the sake of getting affection. He never complained, though his days were always in order.
Sitting pensively under the tree until the afternoon before evening. The weather that day was cloudy and there were lightning bolts accompanied by the sound of thunder that boomed making it look like the mood of Alan who was now overwhelmed with anxiety.
Rushed away from under the tree, without any direction he went. At times it has not been thought of going home, even though rainwater is ready to spill onto the ground.
A moment thought about going to the house of the friend (Verza) but, considering the location of the house he was only three houses away from the row of his parents' house made him reluctant to go there. Then go without direction and a definite purpose, why have no friends other than Verza.
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The light rain slowly drenched his hair, the day was getting darker, the sound of the Adhan rumbled from all directions there was a Mosque and Mushola. Alan still continues to step his feet along the edge of the highway that is very noisy the sound of vehicles passing. Then he realized that he was walking in the wrong position. Namely, on the right side of the alias against the current.
So, it occurred to justify the position of the step first to cross the road, a moment to wait for the atmosphere to be a little quiet, why the area is always crowded vehicles passing and also minimal lighting.
After a few minutes he waited, now it was quite quiet, quickly slowly he crossed. However, he noticed again the surrounding atmosphere, not looking to the right and left until he realized there was a black car was traveling at full speed from the west.
At this time, the driver in the car was about to pick up the phone call, but while still attaching the phone to the ear accidentally fell down the foot.
Then he wants to take it in the position of his feet are stepping on the gas pedal strong enough to make the speed of the vehicle is very tight. After the phone he managed to reach, immediately look towards the front. So .. Surprised he saw a young man wearing black clothes crossing the street, none other than Alan.
Then the driver rushed to the brake very strongly.
Ciiiiittt!
Vehicle cannot be controlled. And Na'as, at exactly 18:15 P. M., Alan had hit him until he bounced on the windshield.
Braak!
Blood spewed from Alan's mouth on the windshield.
Suddenly the driver was very surprised as his foot stepped on the brake, until finally his car circled on the road, ending Alan bounced and dragged as far as 10 meters.
Luckily, the current atmosphere of the road is very quiet vehicles that pass, because now is still the time of magrib and also rain down drizzle more and more.
The driver then drove his vehicle for a moment on the shoulder of the road, he was very worried until silent for a moment, his body trembled erratically as he saw the blood flowing was being splashed rain water stubs on the windshield. Not thinking longer, as soon as he went down to see the person he had hit.
After he had approached him, It was very surprising to see the terrible condition of the person he hit. Moreover, he was very familiar with the face of this young man.
"God, you ...." He said, none other than Daniel the best friend of Alan's real father, Marvin Muangka Lawrence.
Connect ...
Author Notes;
Note the author's note yes .. The continuation of this story is in chapter 18.
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