A Tear of Dara
Mahendra Met His Son

It had been more than an hour they waited, but like her there was no answer they had found yet. Mahendra sighed harshly, then got up from his sitting. His legs were about to step but suddenly his self was stunned when he saw the son who was waiting earlier. Even for days Mahendra missed, now standing in front of the door by holding a beautiful woman the same age as his son-in-law.

Bryan who is usually always dressed neatly, looks fashionable and elegant. Not only does it make him handsome but always charming. But now, a long white shirt that looks rather oversize and long black color pants are now attached to the body of Mahendra's son. It was like a village youth in his general. Even though that handsome face was never replaced. Bryan always looked good in any situation.

" O God, it turns out to be true, How devastated was my daughter-in-law yesterday when she saw this harsh reality. " Inst Mahendra in his heart. It is only this time that the hard and firm Mahendra can turn into this fragile when he sees the state of his son.

" My son Bryan " said Mahendra and approached and embraced his son

" I'm sorry who you are " said Bryan while taking off Mahendra's hand that was coiled on his shoulder.

Mahendra could not believe that his one son's legacy from his wife now did not recognize him. Mahendra was convinced that his son was amnesiac.

Mahendra looked at Bryan from head to toe. Strange, if indeed his son was amnesiac why he could be in this house. Mahendra remembered very well, the car that his son drove when the fateful accident seemed destroyed. Anybody in his or her chances of survival are very small. If he survives, he will suffer serious injuries. But this, her son did not sustain any injuries. Even his son is doing well.

Mahendra appears to be massaging his temple which is now throbbing. What really happened ?. He is not Bryan. No way, 20 years of living with his son Mahendra is impossible to forget.

The tail of Mahendra's eyes then glanced at the girl standing beside his son. Even his son held the girl's hand. Then who is this girl ?.

" Young Master, this is your Papa" said one of Mahendra's confidants. " Did you remember ?"

Bryan was silent. He stared at the middle-aged man who was wearing a suit in front of him. Tidy and looks good. The corner of Bryan's eyes then glanced towards a young man of his age who was standing next to Mahendra who was none other than Bastian. His forehead looks wrinkled. " This man didn't the one who came with some of those girls yesterday, and one of them confessed to my wife. " Inner Bryan.

" How Bryan, you remember "now Bastian asked the young master and his best friend from the small.

Bryan shakes. His hand was then raised to hold his head which suddenly felt pain.

" Akhhh.... " Bryan held tightly to his head.

" Your bag of why, "Nayla looks worried at the man who over a week has filled her day.

" Bryan you why, your head hurts, son, we go to the hospital" Mahendra told his son. Mahendra's hand moved holding Bryan's shoulder but Nayla brushed it off.

" I'm sorry, this master has any need to come to my house and disturb our lives, Even what this master has done has hurt my future husband." Nayla said sharply.

Deg

Mahendra immediately glared as the girl called Bagas' name to her son. Even loudly said her future husband. What more trial is this O Allah. Mahendra's mind ached when the girl bravely did as it did to her.

" I'm sorry Miss, you can't disobey Mr. Mahendra, if you can't be more polite" Bastian said in a tone that rose one level.

" You better go. The person you are looking for like him is not here " said Beni with a tone that is no less high.

" I warn you once again, if something happens to Tuan Muda Pradana, or you are proven to be hiding something, you bear the consequences yourself. Don't know who you're dealing with. " Strictly one of Mahendra's men before leaving the simple house.

They were at Mr. Seto's house.

" sir ... Sir. There are 2 luxury cars stopping in our yard sir. Who sir, let's see. "said Mr. Seto's wife to her husband.

" Who buk " replied Mr. Seto who is now also curious.

Mr. Seto who was sitting relaxed enjoying a cup of coffee and then got up following his wife to the living room.

" Excuse me, Good afternoon sir" said Bastian

" Good afternoon den, " replied Mr. Seto with a smile after knowing who came.

" Let's go in den, Den Bastian who's here with ?

" This is Mr. Mahendra sir "Obviously Bastian later.

" My God, sir, let's please come in, sorry our house is simple ".

Mahendra smiled then went inside followed by his people.

" Buk, this is Mr. Mahendra who is rich buk. yesterday the father has been there. His house is like a palace buk. "said Pak Seto told his wife.

Mr. Seto's wife seemed to nod. "mother to the back first sir, make a drink "

" No need to bother ma'am, we just briefly" Mahendra replied.

" No hassle sir, excuse me "Seto sir's wife and then move to the kitchen.

" Seto sir thank you for coming all the way to town to tell us where our son is. Without my father, I don't know how my son is doing right now ". Mahendra expressed his gratitude to Mr. Seto.

" Mister Mahendra need not thank "said Mr. Seto.

Mahendra nodded. " Well, how did his son get to be at Beni's house? please tell me ? "

Mr. Seto started telling stories, though,

About a week ago when I came home from the garden. I saw a black car stop in front of Mr. Beni's house, Selang several minutes Pak Beni came out with 2 men carrying the body of the master's son, at that time the young master was unconscious. When passing through Beni's house I had time to ask, and Mr. Beni replied that the young man was the son of his best friend who would stay here for a few weeks. I saw the young master's head being bandaged like it had been knocked out, the wounds on his hands and feet.

" I see the master of the story "It is clear Mr. Seto what there is.

Mahendra seemed to understand. After getting enough information Mahendra said goodbye to return to the city.