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Suspicions of Syakir

...I don't know what this feeling is but there is something warm and memorable when looking at the face of someone who made it dejavu in the past....

...~Thunder Syakir Alhusyn...

...🌴🌴🌴...

He who also wants to pee and the special bathroom crew there are people, make him come here. However, either good or bad luck made him see the figure of the child who made him curious was having trouble opening his pants.

"Come here. Come on, help!" take Syakir to Jay.

Humaira's son has not moved. However, when he could not resist the urge to urinate. Finally he moved slowly closer to the figure of Syakir.

"Thank you, Om," Jay told Syakir.

Before long one of the doors opened and made Jay want to go in there. But apparently who would have thought. The slippery bathroom floor makes his body shrewd.

Syakir who was nearby, not far from Jay, quickly caught the tiny body until it was in his arms. 

Up close, at this distance. Syakir was able to look at Jay's face so thoroughly. His facial lines, how his nose, eyes, forehead, cheeks and lips. Her cheeks are soft and adorable. Then his eyes made him remember his childhood.

"You're all right, aren't you?" syakir asked as he became aware of his thoughts. 

He quickly helps Jay stand up and check if anyone is injured or not. Humaira's still shocked son shook his head. He also felt shock because of the incident so fast earlier.

"What if Om helps her in the bathroom?" 

Jay looked into Syakir's eyes. It was as if the child was still doubtful at Syakir's kindness. 

"Just help. After that Om left," said Syakir who immediately got a small nod of the head from Jay. 

Two men with faces that were really so duplicate. The difference is only Syakir adult and small versions immediately enter the same bathroom. 

"Can you?" asked Syakir who was amazed when he saw Jay was good at throwing away his small water according to what was in his mind. 

"Yes. Mom always taught Jay to pee in the bathroom," said the child began to be able to talk.

Somehow Syakir's feelings warmed up when Jay answered his question. There is a feeling that can not be explained by him when he can communicate with a new child he knows.

"Have you?" 

Little head Jay nodded. Syakir quickly helped clean it up after that he helped put Jay's pants on again. I don't know why he feels good about doing this.

It was as if this made him remember his son. The child he prayed for died. The child she once hoped for a miscarriage and now she's missing it. Lost two important people in his life.

"Thank you, Om." said Jay paused for not knowing Syakir's name.

"Sure."

"Om Syakir" Jay continued with a smile.

Unknowingly Jay's smile rubbed off on Syakir's lips. The man smiled and nodded his head. He lifted his head and rubbed Jay's head slowly.

"I'm Jay, Om," said Jay. 

Syakir smile. He nodded as the cute boy mentioned his name. 

"Let's get out. Help me!"

The two men opened the door. When they had just come out, in front of the door was immediately blocked by a man who was none other than Jeno. 

The man's face looked panicked and agitated. Syakir who saw it must have understood if the man in front of him was frightened.

"Of Jeno!" pekik Jay releases Syakir's hand and runs towards Jano.

"Where are you from, Jay? Why not the same Om? Are you worried about you?" jeno asked with her heart still racing fast. 

"I'm sorry, Om. Jay had been urinating" said Jay, who was in Jeno's arms and hugging her neck. "Continue looking at the phone, Jay's afraid of being distracted." 

"Sorry Om yeah. Om there was a call from the campus earlier," said Jeno with a face full of regret.

The tiny head nodded. He looked at Syakir who made Jeno follow him.

"There's Om Syakir helping Jay, Om. Om Syakir is good," he said, which made Syakir smile.

"Thank you yes. It's helped Jay" Jeno said with a sense of relief.

"Either. It just so happened that we met earlier" Syakir told Jeno.

"Yes already. Jay wanna go home?" 

"Yes, Om. Jay wants to see Mom" he said with enthusiasm.

Jeno nodded then she looked back at Syakir who was still standing there. 

"I said yes first. Thanks again for the help."

"Together." 

...🌴🌴🌴...

Syakir immediately returned to his home. To the house he bought with his own money. Simple, small but enough for his residence. 

He wants to check something. He wanted to see something that had plagued his heart since earlier. He wanted to believe his guess but was afraid of being wrong. 

Syakir just wants to know. He wanted to see if his conjecture was correct or not.

"Where's the photo?" he started to open the album he had.

He opened one by one impatiently. What he was looking for finally met. Syakir quickly took the portrait and lifted it with teary eyes. 

"Your meet" she cried with tears. 

Syakir's heart shook. As if he didn't think what he saw, he tried to remember it. The child he had met was actually a duplicate of him when he was a child. 

Really similar to him and made Syakir look forward. He was trying to figure out if the child was the one he had been looking for.

"Are they in town?" syakir muttered as his mind started to go everywhere.

"Is this child my son?" he continued while trying to think positively.

He's sure there's something in Jay. As if there was a bond that made him very sure if the child was the child he had been looking for all this time. 

There's no way they have any resemblance if there's no blood connection. There's nothing to deny. The boy's face was exactly the same as his.

Don't want to be curious. Syakir finally took his cell phone. He's looking for a contact number that knows exactly what he's thinking.

Syakir contacted him. First dry, second unsealed. But Syakir did not give up. He called the number again and succeeded.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Pa," she said quickly.

"What's up, Syakir?" ask Papa Haidar from across the phone.

Syakir tried to calm his mind. He's trying to make peace with his warring brain.

"Please tell Syakir, Pa. Where did Humai and Syakir's son go?" 

There's no answer. Papa Haidar seemed to be silent which made Syakir close his eyes feeling tired. Tired because his family was not there to help him to meet Humai and his son. 

"Tell Syakir, Pa. Are Humai and son Syakir in Jakarta? Syakir had just met a little boy whose face was exactly the same as Syakir when he was a kid." 

~Connected

Ah getting stoic with you. Did OTW meet Humaira?

Also stop by my friend's work

Title: MICHAEL EMERSON'S CHOICE OF LABS

Author :SkySal

Footage

"Darling, how come you're so beautiful if you wear this stuff?" Micheal said as he pulsed spoiled on Zenwa's back who was currently making toast.

Zenwa was only wearing a negligee at this time, his hair was in the original midget and he did not wear anything behind the negligee because he was in a hurry, his stomach was rumbling and the worms were demo for food.

"Beautiful to you" said Zenwa who had a little trouble moving because Micheal who continued to stick like a freshly dripping chick. "Honey, you wait at the dinner table, yes, I want to make milk first," Zenwa later said.

"But still kangen, still want to breathe your scent," whined Micheal spoiled and he kissed the nape of Zenwa, Zenwa's whole body bristled, and he wriggled amusedly.

"Kangen how? We are always together" said Zenwa and he took two glasses to make milk.

"Yes, when I woke up, you weren't there, we were separated because you were busy in the kitchen." Zenwa chuckled at her husband's complaint.

"You sleep well, I don't have the heart to wake up, honey."

"But you can say goodbye first, kiss it first, before going to the kitchen."

"I already kissed you."

"lik! Not powerful."

"Well, are you asleep, how do you feel?"

"It should feel like if you kiss her on the lips, where did you kiss her?"

"In the hand."

"Well, in that hand if I'm going to work.

"Okey okay. Now, let's eat, after this I kiss on the lips."

"Promise?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You want to make another baby?"

"The factory's still tired, honey."

Tbc....