Wild

COMEBACKS

London, England

The courtyard of Alya's house was filled with people who were installing decorations. Nik was busy pacing them. The wedding party this time should look luxurious and elegant. As a well-respected man in his city, Nik does not want there to be a little lack in the grandeur of his party.

Irritated, Alya pulled her big suitcase into the back of the house. Before the taxi came to pick her up, she wiped the tears that had soaked her cheeks.

Alya hates papa. Hate it. I don't know what demon possessed papa's body, until he would marry another woman. Hope Alya, papa can be together again with his mother and older brother. But the reality has made it clear that Nik has forgotten his family in Indonesia. Really, Alya no longer wants to see Nik's face that has turned into a demon.

A yellow car stopped next to Alya. He entered after placing the suitcase in the back of the trunk. The car drove away from the big house. During the trip to the airport, Alya blocked Nik's number and all of her social media accounts.

Well, Alya is planning on going back to Asia. Back to the hug of his beloved woman who has been almost 12 years no news. This would be the furthest trip he had encountered alone. Alya doesn't care about Nik and everything about her life here.

***

Nik's face was confused. He felt he had not received any reports from his daughter. Every Alya wants to leave the house, must always ask permission. But this time, Nik has been looking for Alya to every corner of the house but there is no sign of the girl.

"Have you seen Alya?"

(Did you see Alya?)

Nik asked a waiter who happened to be passing by.

"No, sir."

(No, sir)

"Help me find!"

(Help me look for it!)

Nik remembered something. He ran to Alya's room with a riled up feeling. Opening the wardrobe. And the assumption is right. Blank. All the clothes Alya used to wear were not there. Nik does know Alya does not agree to his marriage to Elise. They had a big argument, but Nik was still adamant about marrying Elise.

"What the Fuckk!" his curse is full of anger.

Then Nik saw a piece of paper on the nightstand. There was a sentence written in Alya's handwriting using English.

Please don't ever look for me again, just forget me, and be happy.

"Shit!"

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Jakarta, Indonesia

The sky of Jakarta tonight feels quite hot. Alya sipped in delight. It feels so good. Alya doesn't even believe he can do this. The most beautiful thing he had dreamed of for a long time had now come true. He returned to the land where he was born.

A crumpled piece of paper inscribed with the address of the mother's house, which she got from tearing up Nik's personal notebook, Alya held. In the bottom corner of the paper also written his house number.

"Excuse me, sir" Alya told an old man. The parking attendant gawked dumbly at Alya.

"Wow, can't speak bule, neng. Only the Indo language, I don't understand."

"Sorry, m. I mean excuse me, sir." repeated Alya while holding back a laugh.

"Yes, neng, which bike?" the parking attendant answered while counting the dime in his hand. Alya frowned. Now he is confused. He just handed the paper he was holding to the man.

The parking attendant shook his hands. "Well, pay it with rupiah, neng bule. Not using paper" he said softly as if talking to a child.

"No, no! Not so, s....i... em. I want to ask this address." said Alya stiff because he was not familiar with Indonesian. Actually he is fluent in Indonesian, but sometimes it takes time to express his words.

"Oh, it's not so far away anyway, neng. Take an ojek or taxi so as not to stray. Later the paper will stay just love it must be alone." explained the parking attendant.

"good. Thank you very much, sir!" Alya hurried to the side of the road to block the taxi.

"This is the fare, thank you." Alya closed the taxi door and found a big house in front of her. A home he longed for. Samar flashed a shadow of himself as a child playing on the balcony of the house. Alya's lips lifted up perfectly. All the memories of his childhood with his mother were immediately twisted in the head.

Alya rang the doorbell of the courtyard. It's still the same as before. The gate is large and always locked. I don't know what the reason is.

"Sorry, what's the matter, ma'am?" security guards came to open the gate.

"I want to meet Mama Via" Alya replied with a warm smile. It shows its beautiful aura.

"Mama?" the security guard frowned.

"I mean Olivia's mother."

The guards let Alya in still with a confused face. Alya stepped foot for the first time after a long time in the house. He's very happy. His heart rippled because he wanted to immediately meet his beloved woman.

Alya pushed the doorbell back. He even held his breath as the sound of door knobs opened from within. The glass door curtain was already closed, so Alya could not see the person across it. The door finally opened. A short-haired middle-aged woman. Wearing red sleeping pajamas. She looks so pretty.

The woman smiled amiably with her sickle eyes. Alya faintly saw the reflection of his face on the woman's face.

"Come, please come in." welcome him still with a friendly smile.

Alya was glued to the spot. That face, that warm smile, her favorite scythe eyes, and that melodious voice. Everything he missed has paid off. The girl continued to look at Olivia with haru. Her pretty brown eyes are glazed.

"Mm..mama.." call Alya shirih.

Olivia frowned. Then the look on his face instantly changed and he quickly pulled Alya's body into his arms. Their cries are equally broken. This moment feels like a dream. Olivia doesn't believe Alya. But this is reality.

"My son. my son.." call Olivia over and over again. At the release of his embrace, he saw Alya's face. He seemed to see himself in that face. He kissed Alya repeatedly.

"How are you doing, papa?" ask Olivia. He returned from the kitchen, putting drinks and snacks on the living room table.

There was no response from Alya. The girl focused on looking at a photo that was displayed in the glass cabinet. Photos of two young children hugging and smiling cheerfully.

"That's a picture of you and your brother, Bima. Funny right?" olivia said as she approached Alya and gently rubbed her shoulders.

Alya was shocked. Awakening from the daydream.

"Hehehe, funny, ma."

"here, pretty. Sit down, have some tea. You must be tired." take Olivia.

Alya nodded. He sat on the couch opposite Olivia. He grabbed a cup of tea and drank it a little. Sweet and warm. It feels so comfortable. Alya's heart had been calm ever since she entered this house.

"How's your papa doing?" ask Olivia. Unanswered questions are repeated.

Alya's face instantly changed. "Well, he doesn't pantes asked. I'm sick of it."

"Well?" confused Olivia. Alya's face seemed to have described everything. The woman understands. He got up and took a seat next to Alya.

"What's wrong? Same story as mama."

"Mama promise not to think?" alya was worried.

"Yes, mama promised." replied Olivia softly.

Alya breathed heavily. "Father.wants to get married tomorrow."

The momentary silent atmosphere. Alya felt sorry for saying that. But either way, her mother should know that.

"Yes great. That means your papa has missed mama and Bima" said Olivia exhaled harshly.

Alya hugged the woman. He could feel as much sadness in his mother's heart.

"Mama won't be sad, will she?" alya asked carefully.

"No! What a sad mom. The important thing is that you are back, my mom is happy. Mama wants you to be right next to Mama."

Alya tightened her embrace. He heard a small squint from his mother's nose. "Alya, dear to you, mother."

"Yes, honey. My mom is the same as Alya."

They let go of the hugs and both laughed. Between sad and happy. Everything is in Olivia's heart. Olivia feels Alya does not seem to know about the ugliness of Nik that makes her decide to divorce. He doesn't want to talk about it now. Not wanting to ruin their happy mood.

I forgot about one more important thing. Now he remembers it.

"Where are you, ma?" ask Alya. His gaze swept around the room.

"Bima again came out, just bought rice padang. But I haven't been back home either, yes, even though it's been a long time. Try mama's phone first with the house phone." Olivia got up from her seat and walked towards the house phone in the corner of the living room.

Alya glanced at the antique gold clock from her grandmother first. It's past 11 p.m.

"Dear angel assalamualaikum!"

They turned to the door. There stood a handsome man wearing all black clothes. His nose is sharp, his eyes are like an eagle, he is very handsome. Alya was stunned to see it.

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi. Long live..." Olivia approached Bima and the man kissed her hand politely.

The man walked towards the sofa. Put a white crackle bag on the table. His sharp eyes could not be separated from Alya.

"Mom brought a girlfriend for me?" ask the guy with the pedal.

"Girlfriend-to-be?" Olivia is confused, Alya is more.

"That's who? Which girl to bring home." Bima pointed at Alya with her tongue thrust into her cheek.

Olivia laughed. Alya laughed a little while looking at them in turn.

"Bimaa, this is you, Alya." Olivia told me there was still laughter.

Bima looked shocked. His eyes were glaring and his lips were gaping. His expression was funny as if in disbelief.

"Huh? I...this is my adek? A...Alya?" stuttered.

"Yes, abaang."

"Buset bye, gila! The hell time, ma?"

"Yes, Bim. That's your adek. Salim used to be." Olivia smile.

Bima's hands trembled as she greeted Alya. Still can't believe this happened.

"The hell lu Alya? Don't-don't you're not Alya, you must be my adek right?"

"Husstt. You can't talk that way." Olivia chimed.

"Rightly you're Alya? What was so small was my sister?" Bima continued to look at Alya fixedly, in disbelief.

"Lu likes kiko? I used to cry and ask Kiko to me. Uh, no, not deng. Love the nyemilin masako lu anying!"

Olivia laughed as she threw a lump of tissue into Bima's mouth. Fortunately, not getting in.

"True by the way!" firmly then.

"That's really true. Oath, ma!" exclamation Bima.

"No, you just talked rudely."

"Oh yeah, ma, sorry, ma." Bima slapped his own mouth in front of them and then grinned the horse.

"Oh! You used to throw scissors into my head until my nutmeg leaked. Lu inget no? Keep pulling my hair and getting bald!"

Olivia. "Hahaha, where there's bald sampe, abaang."

"Truly, ma, original!"

"No! Just a little loss." elak Olivia.

Alya shook her head in confusion. I never did any of that to my brother. Or maybe not remember. He doesn't know.

"It's impossible, you live far away from here. There's no way you're Alya." Bima keeps babbling.

Alya just nodded. Lazy to talk because they feel awkward.

"Napa, oi. Don't diem-diem bae!"

"I'm Alya. Alya Callista Mama Olivia's daughter!" alya is very nervous.

"Okay, where did you live before and what was your bokap name?" Bima looked at Alya with an introgating gaze.

"London, Nik."

"Favorite food?"

"All about cheese."

"Favorite drink?"

"Contel."

"Favorite color?"

"Gink."

"Okay, your preferences are a little changed but not papa. You know who I am?"

"Yeah." Alya nodded lazily. What the fuck is this brother. He's a pretty weird, annoying, exaggerated guy. Alya felt like she was being interrogated at the police station.

"Who?" ask Bima again.

"Five."

"One more time."

"Ristian Bima Anggara's. The first child of Mama Olivia and Papa Nik as well as my older brother." explained Alya complete.

Bima mangosteen while rubbing chin. His face looked serious.

"My hobby?"

"Where do I know!" sebal gembur Alya.

"Enough, Bima. Poor shit you must be tired of just getting home." Lerai Olivia.

"Mama can't believe it with strangers! You know he's the bad guy I'm your mama's boy. What if she's badin' mom? What if he robbed my mom? What if he turns out to be a spy?" Bima dodged seriously.

"Udah, no. Mending you eat rice paddies there. Don't make a fuss." Olivia held back a laugh at the behavior of her bachelor child.

"Emangs. You freak." murmured Alya threw away a stale face.

"Woi, I can be horrified, yes!" exclaimed Bima looked at Alya sharply.

The girl grimaced shut her mouth. "Ups!"

"Look, ma. He's just talking to me!" bima shootout.

"You're the one who wants to." Elak Olivia half-snapsed.

"Ma, please. I'm serious, we need proof of truth if he's your son. Let's get a DNA test now!"

"What the hell, Bim! You are-there is a thing."

"Yes, my mom knows nothing."

"Mama knows better than you!"

Silent mood. Bima. Olivia too. I don't know what's on their minds. Alya just dodged staring at them in turn.

"You're so big, are you?" Bima started again. The guy looked at Alya seriously with a frown on his forehead.

"What can't be? We're only a year apart!" spray Alya while glaring. Long-time annoyed also serve the strange guy.

"Nobody has to be hard, too,"

"Bodoam."