Wounds From you
8. Lost that woman
February 2022, Soekarno-hatta Airport.
There was a white-gray man dragging his suitcase and going further than the crash point of the plane.
There was already a woman in a black veil waiting while looking at the contents of her phone.
Is there a message or phone, which is sure it will be swift to receive it.
"How is this father?" he said not calm because he already knew the woman was very introverted eh told to pick up his beloved father be his clothes were not careless and seemed to be seen in one district.
Feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed, he saw something strange.
He rubbed his whole body and shuddered.
The man who had been walking with firm and firm steps, many people who passed by greeted the man because he was already famous for how it was again.
He was looking for the whereabouts of his daughter, lost somewhere said his bodyguard who was waiting in front of the airport lobby.
Just trouble.
There is a sense of worry, the man is Angga Putra Mahendra. A man who served in a textile and mining company, Angga as an important person must be everywhere without knowing the house like him.
Successfully becoming someone who is successful alone is more profitable for him and Angga considers everyone the same, there is no difference between rich and unable.
"Which kid is this?"
"I'm not my son, which carpenters. Cake bat only," said Angga open the exit and there have been awaited by several journalists.
Angga sighed rudely, "Why is there nothing else anyway." he was lazy to meet actually especially if it was a waiting child that would make himself more shunned.
"Sir.... Sorry can we interview?"
"I'm not looking for my son anymore, dude! Since I don't have time, tomorrow you can ask the office directly. Don't go home!" he said waiting for some people who swarm Angga.
Angga also contacted some people who invited him to come here immediately.
Helping the danger of death.
Sometimes it is also strange that the journalist, it is not strange that he does not connect the question. If it is not answered, it will make its own news for special Angga so unpredictable have to pay.
So lucky for them.
"Where is this?"
Angga immediately left the crowd, he could not see the people who were racing to go to the office and ask for photos and signatures.
He ran out a little and saw that his bodyguards were waiting outside.
Angga changed his lips slightly frightened earlier, because he had covered almost met with his fans and he chose to cut the road.
He exhaled his breath a little.
"Where are you not waiting here!" angry Angga who looked pias his face, he left his suitcase to be carried by his bodyguard.
"Where is my son?" he lowered his voice and saw his bodyguards keeping quiet, meaning he found nothing this time.
"Are you not getting paid? This is your job, right, that allowed Adela to pick me up?" angga beaver, his face looks pias see the guards are not good at guarding the child from him.
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The man is now confused to get news if the woman who had reportedly approached him is missing.
Gibran.
He entered his mother's room and saw that there his mother was laughing staring at the television hanging there.
He published his smile, "Mom." call Gibran to his mother on the bed and the infusion on his left hand.
Her mother responded, Arina stretched her arms wide to ask her eldest child to hug her own mother.
"Yes, son." replied the mother, stroking Gibran's back.
Providing warmth, Gibran should be able to receive roomy chest of prospective babies in the stomach of his mother.
But, given that Gibran chose to let go of the warm embrace plan and shifted next to the bed occupied by his mother.
Arina frowned, knowing that Gibran would never be like he was.
Gibran has changed.
Arina kept smiling, did not change her eyes to get angry and had to force Gibran to accept her own image.
No. gabe.
The statement was indeed deep down never present.
But, for some reason, he was eager to change the heart of his eldest son to change.
"Mom, I'm out first. Can't you?" gibran asked without paying attention to his expression of concern for his mother.
Afraid that her mother suspects her.
His mother kept smiling, reflecting on his mother's hand reaching for her firstborn.
The two women's eyes looked slightly tilted, "You're out, why?" asked his mother while stroking Gibran's fingers.
"Anu, you care." Gibran retorted scratching his nape.
"You'll lie, if you don't wait long. I'm letting you just stop!" arina said to her son on one condition that long means no longer knowing later.
Many will be suspected.
"Suer will be undaunted." sure that his son will be daunted and the woman nods her head as a sign of approval.
"Thank you, ma'am" he said, kissing his mother's cheek, but now the man stepped out of his mother's room.
Congratuations.
He can breathe a sigh of relief now.
On the way, along the way many people who passed by were reporting this hospital.
He increasingly does not care about the most important thing now that the woman will not disappear if it has been sought.
"Sorry," he said as he walked through the many reporters carrying cameras and several more devices.
After passing these people, Gibran looked for the taxi he ordered through the application.
Sure enough it was around outside the hospital area, just arrived at the taxi car.
He pulled the taxi door and took her.
"Snake off to the airport!"
"Okay," replied the driver running the car.
The taxi ran to the city of Jakarta and Gibran called his papa, the man who helped him all along.
Have you met yet.
"Who is missing?" ask the taxi driver by staring at the streets that are so quiet so the trip this time smoothly without any obstacles.
During the trip, Gibran did not open his voice, so let's not be very awkward a few minutes away from arriving at the airport, it would be nice for the taxi driver to ask about this because Gibran had called someone since, asking about 'haven't met yet?'.
Where it was kind of her voice was rising anyway.
"Sorry sir, if it bothers you that my voice is a little angry."
"Oh yeah, I was a little curious. But, it's good I asked." replied the driver turned the car's driver.
Gibran nodded, "A woman who helped me. But, this is really valuable to me because his parents I already consider as my own parents." Gibran explained staring at the streets and the towering buildings.
In Jakarta, the usual thing that becomes a scene is towering buildings and hundreds of vehicles that cross the streets every day.
"Okay, yeah I know that. I know his feelings, of course,"
"Yes sir, the real father of work here what is just a side job doang?" He diverted so as not to be cold and flat along the streets.
"Hm, at first I wanted a side but somehow now it's the main. It was comfortable to look for air every day not in the room," The father looked at the smile and Gibran nodded.
Currently, it has arrived at the airport with various taxis passing by to pick up or deliver some people who will go home and leave.
Gibran chose to focus on his gaze all the way to see who knew which part the child was picking up on, and did not know.
"Well, not that-
"Sir, stop!" tell him while muttering words and the driver stopped the four-wheeled vehicle in front of a place in the airport area.
"Yes, if you want to order me again... I'll be ready to pick it up anytime."
"Alright sir," he answered quickly opening the taxi door before the woman disappeared from his eyes.
After that haste he stepped quickly towards the woman was sitting waiting for someone.
It's true if the person is waiting for the person who is in front of there, how could he wait here.
"Haiii.." said Gibran, showing his sweet smile and letting out his worries that have been swirling ever since.
"Eh," he shocked as he held his phone and stared from the bottom up.
"Well, Gibran.." he said and smiled widely.
"What are you doing here?" he continued while asking, Gibran rolled his eyes lazily.
"Kok forgot anyway, you're going to pick up papah, right? Kok here," Gibran said using a soft tone softened.
So patiently boiling in the head seemed to break, because the worries with this woman if kidnapped will not be funny about the fire was middle-aged man.
"Heh, I know the hell." elak woman who has been educated is not necessarily smart as well, until the whole thing forgot and still stubborn again if told.
"Iye." Lazy Gibran flicked his lips.
The woman was agitated, pinching Gibran's hand and Gibran widening his eyes.
"Udah wants to be helped even to be," Gibran sneered and the woman chuckled.
"Yes. yeah,"
And the two of them finally unconsciously joined hands and picked up the papah from the woman.
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