The Twin CEOs of Amnesia

the call of the children

Days change day, weeks change week, months change month. The years have changed several times. Bima is now 6 years old and has been sitting in the first grade of elementary school. Even now both of them are no longer living in Arumi's apartment anymore because thanks to his efforts Clara can already buy a house that is not luxurious but for him very comfortable.

Clara had managed to rise from her slump due to the loss of Bimo, her sister Bima. Not because he had forgotten his second son, but he felt that Arumi's words used to be true. Where the woman said that she should not fall until she unconsciously ignored Bima. Because after all Bima still needs it very much. Most importantly, they have done various ways to find Bimo, but it may not have been their fortune to be able to find his son again.

Clara only prayed that Bimo was alive and in the hands of the right person. He hoped that there would be a time when he would meet his second son.

"Mom, is everything ready? let's go then!" clara called her son.

"I'm ready, Ma" Bima, the handsome boy came out of the room in a school uniform that was complete. Black bag of his favorite superhero character is also attached to his back.

"Mama's son is handsome as it turns out. Let's go now, let's not be late!"

As usual, the little boy just nodded his head, and walked after his mother. After her mother locked the door, and rode on her matic motorbike, Bima also went up and sat in the bonds of Clara.

"Handle, Son!" as usual, Clara did not forget to remind.

After Bima's small hand held her waist, Clara immediately launched her motorbike at moderate speed, through the streets that had begun to be crowded by people who wanted to take their children to school.

After traveling for about 15 minutes, finally the motorbike driven by Clara stopped in front of a school that has a large building, because Clara still put her son into an elite school even though the cost can be said to be expensive.

"Ma, from tomorrow Mama does not need to deliver and pick me up to school again yes," after During the silent journey of a thousand languages, Bima began to open her voice but enough to make Clara shocked.

"Why?" clara's brows were deeply linked.

"Because I'm going to buy my own bike. I took out the piggy bank and it was enough to buy a bike. So, Mama no longer need to tired of delivering and picking me up to school. Pity Mama, because it has to go back and forth, plus the direction of school and flower shop mama different directions," explained Bima, making Clara feel moved

Clara then published a smile on her lips and grabbed Bima's head into her arms.

"But Mama is happy to do all this, son. Mama never felt tired in the slightest" said Clara as she gently stroked her son's cold head over the North pole.

"Ma, don't rub my head! embarrassed to see people," Bima protested while keeping her head away from Clara's hands.

"Geez, you're a little shameless already like this," Clara clucked as she shook her head.

"I'm not a kid anymore. I'm already big!" deny Bima that if the crowd says not self-conscious. It's small, but it's already big.

"Yes, you are already big. Mama's not gonna hug and stroke your head anymore" Clara put on her shoulder.

"It can't be, Ma. If at home is not a problem, the important thing is not in front of the crowd," whispered Bima who made Clara laugh broke.

"Already! now you come in. After school, you'll pick her up" Clara turned her child's body around and pushed the little body slowly.

However, Bima did not move at all from where she was standing. The boy turned back and looked at his mother with a gaze that always reminded Clara of the father's gaze of the child.

"Ma, it's not like I told you that you don't have to pick me up. Going home from school I will immediately buy my bike to the store," Bima pointed to a store that does sell a variety of bicycles.

"But, Son. Mama does not feel calm if not mama herself who picked you up," the look of doubtful face is still clearly drawn on the face of the woman who at the age of 29 years is increasingly looking beautiful.

Clara sighed with a single blow, because she did know that her son was at the age of six but already had martial arts skills. Something that is hard enough to be believed by reason.

"All right then. But, you have to keep telling mama that later you have arrived home," concluded Clara finally relented. The woman knew very well the character of her son who could be silent all day if he was upset.

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Meanwhile, in front of a very elite school, more elite than the Bima school, two boys who came down from a luxury car. Who else would the two boys open Tristan and Bimo who are all schooled in the same place even in the same class. Why can they be class when Tristan is one year older than Bima? that's because Tristan was not as smart as Bimo until the first time when he applied, Tristan was rejected because the child from Tania was not able to read and count. As a result, entering elementary school was postponed first, until the child could at least read.

"Good school!" bara's message, which is every morning to take the children to school because the direction to the school and office is the same.

"Good, Pa! bimo Sahut. While Tristan just kept quiet and glanced at Bimo with a dislike look.

Bara was just about to run his car back. But he suddenly paused because he remembered something.

The man, then opened his car glass back and called the name Bimo who also happened to be just about to walk.

"Bimo, Papa forgot, do you still have pocket money?"

Bimo suddenly reached into his pocket showing that his pocket was empty. With a cry the little boy shook his head. "empty, Pa." said later.

Then Bara sighed and chose to get out of the car, then approached Bimo.

"For Papa to ask, right? It's pocket money for you." Bara took out two hundred thousand bills and put them in the pocket of his son's uniform.

"If I were what, Pa? didn't I get any pocket money from Papa?" Tristan opened his voice, hopeful.

"Papa is sure you've got more pocket money than your mama. So, papa doesn't have to give you any more money. If Bimo has absolutely no pocket money, then papa kasih. Do not be greedy to get excess pocket money. That's not good at all yes" Bara said in a tone of voice that tried gently. Because after all, Tristan is his son.

"Alright, Pa," said Tristan as he pulled his outstretched hand.

"Yes, Papa wants to go first! you two should be doing well in school!" bara concluded while walking around the car, then into it. After waving his hand, Bara finally completely left.

Bimo was just about to step into the gate, but suddenly Tristan was already standing in front of him.

"Hey, what kind of collectible money was given by papa? here give it to me!". Tristan raised his hand, asking for money from Bimo's hand.

"I don't want to! it's my money, so it's mine!" reject Bimo firmly.

Tristan looks growling. The boy is seen walking closer to Bimo.

"Bare of you! I said here the money is here. Just so you know, the real boy is me, not you. You are just a child said my mother. So said Mom and Om Dito, you don't deserve anything from my papa. Here's money!" Tristan violently snatches the money Bara gave him, then walks away from Bimo after he puts the money in his pocket.

Meanwhile, Bimo wants to cry, but tries to hold it. "Prophe Bimo. Tristan is right, you are a child. A child who is abandoned because it is not wanted by your parents. So, you can be loved Papa Bara is also enough. And you should still thank him. You have to succeed to make the parents who threw you away regret wasting you, "inner Bimo as he stepped into the school environment. The environment that will always hear the cry that calls him a levy because it is influenced by Tristan.

Tbc