You're Me She

99. Eijaz my son

"Sir, a buyer from Switzerland asked for our catalog. I've sent it, but it's a lot of protest." Complaints of Putra's secretary after one year he held a subsidiary company owned by Banyu in Jepara City.

Banyu's subsidiary company grew so rapidly in Putra's hands. To make Banyu proud of himself. That's all the Son was able to dedicate to his biological brother, after all this time he made a lot of mistakes to Banyu and his extended family.

"How's protest?" Ask the busy boy in front of his laptop.

"Yes sir, that's how it is. It's always been a problem. Good thing I'm looking forward to this woman." Complain about the secretary again.

"Which is it, Switzerland is a lot." The son approached his secretary's desk, then he looked at his secretary's computer screen.

"This is my sebel sir. Buy a lot."

"How many billions?"

"This sir." The secretary showed me the purchase list of the woman he complained about. The son immediately saw a row of numbers listed on the purchase list. He was amazed when he saw the number of purchases of his customers who were in Switzerland.

"Indonesians?" Ask her again.

"Yes sir, so he has an office there. But it carries Indonesian culture. He bought a lot of teak-carved furniture on us, and a lot more, like cabinets and tables."

"Cool..." He continued to stare at the computer screen of his secretary.

"Who's making the deal?"

"Marketing sir, Mr. Miss."

"Oh..," the son nodded in understanding.

"Give it to me" he said as he returned to his table.

"Good sir." The secretary also began sending traces and a list of purchases from the annoying customer to Putra.

The son opened the email he had just received from his secretary. The email contained forwarding emails from the customer.

"Eijazputrabumi@.. com?" The son frowned.

"You're a girl, is this a man?" Ask Son.

"That's the name of her company sir but her director's female."

"Is she?" Ask the Son again.

"Yes, the father of communication try sir." His Secretary's advice.

"Hmmm ok."

The son began typing the email he would send to the woman who owned the Eijaz account. After he finished sending the email, he began to be curious about the profile of the company that has the unique name.

"Eijazz company profile in Switzerland." Gumam Putra while surfing in cyberspace.

Click!

The son looked serious reading the profile of the company that became his customer.

"It's great to have a good company there." His inner.

"Who is the owner?" His mind again.

"Owner of the Eijazz company in Switzerland" he said, typing in the search field.

The deg!

The son fell silent, when he saw the profile of the owner of the company. There is a beautiful woman smiling in the photo shown in the biodata column of the owner of the company.

"Him?" Her muttering.

"Why sir?" Ask the secretary who is one room with the Son.

"Ti-Ti-It's okay."

The son fell silent, his eyes constantly staring at the photo of the owner of the company with a look that looked guilty. Then he went back to reading the profile of the woman who owned the company, just to make sure that the photo of the woman was really a photo of the woman he had known.

"Birth of the year.. Born in Jakarta. right." He murmured, Until he arrived at the family column.

The deg!

"Old man, Antoni.... Child... Huh!" The son was wide-eyed when he found out that the woman had a child.

"He's married?" His inner. The son tried to see the child's information from the woman. Unfortunately, the information is just a name. The name of the child of the woman was 'Eijaz the Son of Earth."

The Son's body shook as he read the name. I don't know why there's tucked into his name in the boy's long name.

"Is there any social media?" His inner.

The son was curious. Then he looks cool in front of his laptop, just to find information about Eijaz. But information about Eijaz could not be found. The son grew curious, for some reason the curiosity was so urgent that he found the woman's social media.

"Facebook!" His inner. Then he went into the Facebook column and tried to find the name Eijaz, but nil. But he is not desperate. He started looking for the name of the woman who owns the company on Facebook. And finally his search yielded results. He got the account he wanted. The son immediately found out in the photo column and posts of the woman.

'Good Morning, Eijaz is helping mama cook.' The caption is written in German which is one of the national languages spoken in the country, in one of the photo posts given the public settings. So that anyone can see the post without being friends with the owner of the account. It looks like a cute boy of about 3 years old who laughs staring at the camera.

The Son's heart is beating faster. He really felt something that was very difficult for him to understand. The son was increasingly curious and looking for other posts.

'Eijaz Happy birthday!'

There is a photo of a boy who was uploaded a few months ago, with a cake that was stuck with a candle number 3 on top of the cake.

"Three years?" The son began to count the time. He spent 3 years in prison and breathed the air of freedom for more than a year. If only the woman was pregnant for nine months, and added one more year, and the results.....

"Alia's pregnant with my son!" Her muttering. His breathing began to feel tight when he continued to see photos of Eijaz posted by Alia. The son continued to find out until the last post that was allowed to be seen by the public.

The last post is, Eijaz birth post, which is now 3 and a half years old.

"Bec.." The son called his secretary, without turning to his secretary.

"Yes sir?"

"Search tickets to Switzerland."

"Now sir?"

"Yes.." Say it again with a chest that feels tight.

"Good sir." Sahut her secretary while putting on a confused facial expression.

"When is departure sir?"

"Next week, I'll take care of the visa first."

"Good sir."

The son rubbed a picture of Eijaz on his laptop screen. Her heart felt so full of regret and she never knew why Alia and Anton had covered up Alia's pregnancy. Such a sharp sense of regret pierced his heart. The guilt of Alia and Eijaz struck him to the bottom of the recesses.

"I'm sorry.I'm sorry." His inner. Without realizing it, tears fell on her cheeks.

"Go back sir? What date is it?" Asked his secretary, the secretary was silent when he saw Putra crying in front of his laptop.

"Sir.. is it okay?" The secretary moved from his seat and approached the Son.

"Ti-Ti-It's okay. I'm asking you to get me a drink."

"Good sir." The secretary said, then he went outside the room to get a drink for the Son.

The son continued to cry, staring at how handsome the boy named Eijaz was.

"Eijaz, my son." His inner.