The Twin CEOs of Amnesia

Bimo meets Clara

Meanwhile in another place, precisely at the residence Clara looked Bimo who back and forth opened the refrigerator to look for something to eat. The little boy seemed to be starving, but did not know what to eat.

So many ingredients that can be processed in the refrigerator, but I swear by anything, he does not know what to process.

"Emm it's already evening, but why did Bima's mother not come home too? what time did her mom come home?" bimo's mind while stroking his stomach which was already very hungry.

"Will every day Bima feel hungry like this?" again Bimo monologues in the heart.

Bimo then pulled the chair so that his body was still not high enough to see the contents in the kitchen set cupboard. The boy opened slowly and saw there was instant noodles. The boy took it, but again he was confused how to cook the instant noodles. Yes, indeed all this time Bimo never dove into the kitchen so, he was blind to cooking problems.

"Mom, mom's home!" exclaimed a woman who suddenly appeared behind Bimo. The shocked Bimo almost fell from the chair.

"Bima, be careful, son!" Clara squandered to prevent Bimo from falling. "What are you doing?" clara continued, after Bimo got off the chair.

Bimo did not answer. The boy was stunned to say nothing when he saw the figure of Clara. For some reason, Bimo seemed to want to cry when he saw Clara's beautiful and calm face up close.

"Why are you silent? and why are you staring at me like that?" Clara squinted her forehead and crouched down in front of Bima.

"M-Mama, can I hold you?" bimo's voice sounded trembling. There was a sense of haru when the boy called mama, because this was his first and was his dream.

Hearing her son's request that sounded unusual made Clara's eyebrows tangle. Because usually, it was Clara who always took the initiative first to embrace the son. However, the woman still grabbed Bimo's body towards him and clenched the body tightly.

Bimo immediately felt warm when he got that hug. Unknowingly the little boy's tears flowed out unstoppably. However, Bimo immediately quickly wiped it, before Clara Mama Bima released her embrace. Maybe he will be too late to answer the questions full of inquiry from the woman.

"Why do you ask first if you want to hug your mom? it should be if you want to hug yes hug, without having to ask first," he said after the woman broke her embrace.

Bimo did not reply, but responded with a smile on his lips.

Clara started to stand up, and accidentally Clara saw the instant noodles that were in Bimo's hands.

"Geez, are you hungry, son? why would you eat that? usually you can make your own omelet or fry NuGet or whatever is in the freezer. Don't you like instant noodles too much?" lick, Clara with a moving hand took the instant noodles from Bimo's hand.

"What's? Bima can make her own omelet and fry something? so much of the child's ability? I want to turn on the stove is difficult" whispered Bimo in a heart of admiration for Bima.

"Here you go, you no longer need to cook instant noodles because the mama has already bought food for us," Clara smiled again and began to open the package of food that she had previously placed on the table.

"I'm sorry, son, my mom is late today so I don't have time to cook dinner. At the mama rame flower shop and when mama came home, the streets were also very jammed," continued Clara back while preparing the food she bought. Meanwhile, Bimo just silently did not give any response to the babbling of his mother. But the boy's view was never separated from Clara. He had truly enjoyed the scene that he had truly dreamed of all this time.

"Oh, sorry, Ma!" Bimo instantly realized from his admiration. The little boy immediately moved to pick up the plate that his mother had requested.

"Cock just one? for where?" Clara was really at the peak of her confusion right now.

"Oh yeah, I forgot Tan, uh Ma," almost Bimo keceplosan called Clara 'tante'.

"Now, plates!" Bimo is back with a plate in his hand. But this time without a spoon.

Clara exhaled and finally took the initiative to take the spoon herself.

"You forgot about this, Bima!" Clara put the spoon on the table and tried to smile, dismissing all her confusion.

Bimo apologized in a trembling voice. The boy was really shocked and unexpected with the independence possessed by Bima.

"You're so forgetful this way, is it because you get a lot of homework from school huh, Bim?" Clara put food in her mouth.

"Y-yes, Ma. My job is so much that I become dazed like this," Bimo was forced to agree with Mama's words, hoping that the suspicion of the woman in front of him, was gone.

Clara clucked and shook her head. "But it's not like you, son. Usually as much as any homework assignment given by the teacher from school, you never behave like that. You really make mama confused at the same time anxious," said Clara again

"Why is Mom worried?" Bimo scrunched his forehead, unable to understand Clara's words.

"hey are. How could Mama not be worried. You ask permission to hug your mother, when all this time you if you hug always say, 'Ma don't hug! I've grown up, embarrassed to see people'. But earlier, you yourself asked for a hug, of course, mama bungung and Was-was, afraid something happened to you," explained Clara with a hand that grabbed a glass of water.

"Cih, how doubtful this Bima. Sok Cool, sok already big do not want to be hugged," Bimo grumbled in his heart, condemning Bima's attitude. "Haish, it's not easy being a Bima. He was really a lot of whispers, inversely proportional to me who could not do anything," the look on Bimo's face instantly turned sad.

The mother and son finally stopped chatting and focused on finishing each other's meals. It was not uncommon for Clara to add side dishes to Bimo's plate which made the little boy happy.

"I'm full, Ma!" Bimo stroked his stomach which had started to bulge. Things he never did in the Bara residence.

Clara smiled and stroked her son's hair. "Yes, now you don't have to wash these dirty dishes. Let my mom do it. You just go back to your room because you see you're quite tired" Clara grabbed the dirty dishes from the dishes and took them to the sink. Meanwhile, Bimo was again stunned not immediately moved from the dining table.

"What's? so Bima is also used to washing dishes? does that mean I have to learn to do everything he does? it's really hard so you're Bima!" Bimo sighed in resignation.

Tbc