Call Me Rain
Dream accompaniment drum ?

While in a luxurious house in the elite area of the capital, a location that has long been known as Beverly Hills Indonesia, a young man was cool curled up under his blanket comfortably.

As usual, every weekend comes wake up noon is a habit that has become the patent of the young man.while the mother who from earlier banged on the door is only considered as the drummer his dream companion.

"The mir... Emiir.." shouted the mother with a hand that did not stop banging on her bedroom door.His shrill voice always sounded melodious, as well as seriosa singers.

"Mir's.. Mirza open the door !" scream again .

"Open not Emir ! if not Mama cut your pocket money ."sang Mama grumbled with her threat.

The boy with the face of his pillow got out of bed, he walked towards the door and immediately opened the door of his room.

"Oh Ma, it's still early morning Ma, it's still dark ! hoaaamz".the boy opened the door without opening his eyes.

"Allohuakbar, so open your eyes Emir !" the Mama orders a bonus jewel in her ear.

"Ampuun. Yes yes ma this Emir wake up, let alone first !" after being separated from the guest the child re-entered the room he saw the wall clock showed at 9.30 . during that time he slept out of dawn earlier ? thought.

"Nahh realized it was now light !" said the mother who came into his son's room.

"hehee yes Ma" he scratched his nape which did not feel itchy at all.

"The grimace will be." The mother folded her hands in front of her chest.

"Sorry Ma, what the hell is Ma usually never built"

"Mama wants to ask for help anterin Mama to Mir's halfway house, Mama has not been there for a long time".

"If Mama has told you, your son must agree, right? " answer the child who already knows his Maman's wishes can never be denied.

"Emir.." Mama's step stopped, he turned his body towards the child "don't forget the dress and the cute ! who knows meet a girl as beautiful as a fairy there "godanya to the child.

"Emir must use liptint with Ma's powder" replied the child in a satirical tone. Mama just giggled.he knew his son was very handsome even when he woke up and had not yet overcome his charm no doubt.

Emir, or Mirza Permana Mahesa is the first child of a businessman native to Jakarta, while his second child is a woman.who is not familiar with Sanjaya Mahesa, a director of a famous company in Jakarta. he has a wife named Indri Sabrina a native Sundanese woman whom he married 20 years ago.

Today Mama Indri invited her son Emir to visit a halfway house that she had not visited for a long time. Mama Indri is one of the benefactors who often donated his money for the benefit of halfway houses.in the past almost every week Mama Indri brought her daughter to visit the halfway house, he invited her to play with the children and introduced her as a friend.

But after the accident that hit him 10 years ago, he rarely visited the halfway house again, only twice a year or even just once a year, he said, but he was pretty close to the housekeeper.

"Tumben really want Mama there" said the Emir who is currently driving his car.

"Mama kangen same kids there, you've focused aja nyetir ! Mama doesn't want to happen again."Mama was a little scared when she was driving while chatting.

The incident 10 years ago was enough to make it worse, he lost a child while driving a car. Mama Indri had a single accident because she did not focus on driving her car. She continued to answer her daughter's questions when she came home from a halfway house. his 5-year-old daughter has intelligence above the average child his age.

The child was quite curious why in the house layover a lot of children who are commonly called friends.where is their mother ? where's their dad ? do they have a sister or a sister? the questions continued to be thrown until the concentration of the mother was disturbed and eventually resulted in an accident that claimed the life of her daughter.he was wedged in front of the car because the car hit the road barrier on the left lane.

"Yes Ma, sorry". The Emir continued his journey back home without a word coming out of his mouth.

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