IF I WERE PERFECT
The Eps 55
/Tok tok/sounding knocking came from the door of the house, making Alan walk up to the door and open it.
/Kreeekkkk/the door opened, Alan was immediately surprised by who was behind the rectangular object.
"Ilangg!!!" he hugged Alan.
"Bun-Mother," surprised Alan with Mother still hugging her child's body tightly.
Mother let go of her embrace, then looked towards Alan's face which was still with that shocked expression.
"Well, is Mommy here? Why not tell Alan first if Mother wants to come here," said Alan.
"Indeed why the hell if Mother did not say the same first Alan, you are the child of Mother. So usually dong if Mommy comes here to find Alan," replied the Mother put on a pouting face.
Far away come here, instead of seneng mothernya dateng. Uh the boy was in shock. "For the jars of khongguan whose Father flinched home, Mother's heart ached!" inner Mother miris.
"Dad-yes, no why-why Mother. Alan was even pleased that Mother came here," replied Alan relented, after seeing the look of a sullen face from his Mother.
"Well, that's what dong was, from that moment on that cake."
"Haaahhh iyah-iyah Mother Alan was wrong. Yes, let's go in first!" hela Alan then invited her mother to come inside.
- Inside the house.
"This house is so big Alan, you're not even here alone?" ask Mother while spreading her gaze to all parts of the house.
"No Mother, here there will be Angga, Ken's secretary, bi Ana and other house servants. Wherever Alan might be lonely," Alan replied to Mother.
"Oh, Al, are you done with your little room?" alan asked who had seen Al return from the bathroom after carrying out his mission.
"Dad Alan, was relieved," Al replied and his gaze met the eyes of the Madam son. Their gazes clashed with each other, and were silent with each other.
"Eh, what are they both? Do you know each other?" inner Alan was confused by the gaze between Al and Mother.
"Emmm Brother Al!" call Alan to Al, make himself turn his eyes to Alan.
"Isn't it Alan?" ask Al.
"Don't Al know Alan's mother?" alan replies, then Al is silent and does not answer.
"Emm if not, let Alan know yah! Brother Al introduce him Madam son, Alan's mother. Mommy introduce, he's Al's friend Alan," said Alan introduced each other the two.
"Hallo Madam, nice to meet you!" al said with a look of cold face, while slightly bowing his head.
"Eh i-iyah Al, I also feel happy to meet you," replied Mother.
"Mother, look at Al's eyes! It is very similar to Brother Eagle," Alan said to Mother.
"What time?" reply Mother with a strange gurgle.
"Mother's father is similar, try to see again Mother. Is it okay Kak Al is a small child in the photo well," said Alan accidentally said it.
"W-what, the fo-pictures?" my mother felt surprised.
"Great, don't let Alan know that Al is..."
"Well, that photo is Alan!" reply Mother.
"Eh Mother knows?" alan asked quite surprised.
"Well you know dong Alan, Mother is just inget now. Al used to live in our house as a child, he was the son of a maid who was working in our house at that time" replied Mother.
"What a real Al! Alan just found out. Didn't know you could see Kak Al again," said Alan while smiling looking at Al who was downcast with a dark face.
"A-child .. helpers?" inner Al gnashed his teeth, clenching both his hands tightly, the child's jaw hardened.
"O-sister Al!" call Alan to feel strange seeing the attitude of Al.
"But why Brother? The food is just ready" Alan replied.
"No need Alan, I can eat outside. I'm afraid, if this servant boy gets to dirty your dining table later," said Al while raising his head.
"Madam son, thank you if you still want to remember me in your mind. It became the biggest gift for me, you still want to remember this servant boy," continued Al looking at Alan's mother and smiling wryly.
"I'll excuse Alan, thank you very much for your invitation to me. You're a very good boy" said Al and immediately went out of the house.
"NON AL!!!" alan shouted calling out the name of Al who had gone away.
"Sir Al why?" alan muttered increasingly confused by the man's attitude.
"Mother!" call Alan now turned to his silent Mother with a blank look down.
"Madam son, thank you if you still want to remember me in your mind. It's been a great gift to me, you still want to remember this maid's son."
Mother repeated what the man named Al had said in her mind, without her noticing a drop of tears falling.
"What I said to her just now," said her mother.
...********...
Not felt the night arrived, the moon appeared to show its form with the breeze of the night is quite cold.
A man was sitting in his dorm room, a small boarding house not far from the roadside.
"Huh, servant's son?" muttered the man named Al repeated what Alan's mother had said to him, holding a photo containing three people in it.
"Mother, even you forget me as much as Dad, too" he said with a drop of tears surfing freely past his white cheeks.
"You're putting me in an orphanage when I was a kid and didn't know anything, you're doing this all just for the sake of treasure."
"Currently, what is it that deserves to be called a parent?"
"From now on, I won't believe what a family is!" said Al while tearing the photo. A photo of her as a child carried by the Madam Putra, and the Mr. Son by her side.
"DAMEYREYA!!!" the sound of someone shouting while banging on the door is quite loud, making Al immediately go to open the door.
"If you want to go into the man's house greetings, not gedor-gedor like to collect a debt!" al told a man in front of him.
"Hehehehehe iyah-iyah Mas Garuda is handsome," he said.
"Assalamualaikum mas Garuda!" his regards.
"Waalaikumussalam, what do you need to come to the guest room of the cave?"
"Hehehehe, Mas Garuda. Gua is afraid to see horror movies, cave sleep here dong!" his door carried his Doraemon-shaped pillow.
"Haaahh, yaudah let's go!" reply Al assented.
Well, the boy's real name isn't Al. But Garuda Alvian Putra. He used the name 'Al' to hide his true identity as the son of the son's family. Only a few people who were close enough to him knew about his real name.
When Mr. Putra sent Garuda to Abyakta orphanage, the man also told Garuda, no one should know about the surname of the son of him.
But now he's grown up. Having a clan or not, it is not at all important to him. Because it's all just rubbish and there is no use at all.
Why should have a surname from a famous family, if his existence there is not recognized there at all.
..."The family is there to educate and love their children. Not throwing it away just for the sake of a fortune."...
...Garuda Alvian Putra...
...° Awayne.|ANDA I AM PERFECT|...