
“What?! You want me and Lucia to live near your house? Just be right. Isn't it enough with your job to stalk people?” accuse Az.
“What do you mean? You're telling me a stalker? On what basis? When did I ever stalk you, huh?” dara asked half-screaming.
“When? You ask when? First, you follow me to the airport toilet. After that, you booked a plane ticket with the same seat as me and Lucia. Now, you still want me to live near your house. Are you really happy stalking us, huh?”
“Hey, Doctor. Stop accusing me of that. If you really don't want to live near my house, yes.. But that means Lucia has to stay with us,”
“Don't test my patience, Miss. Although you are a family of Lucia, but I have cared for and raised her,” said Az staring intently at Dara.
Dara looked at him. The distance between them this time was really close until the breath of the two could be felt with each other.
“Alright, it's up to you,” said Dara relented.
Then Azril dragged the suitcase he was carrying.
“Dad, but I want to stay here. I want to live near Mami. I want to feel the soft caress of a Mami,” said Lucia suddenly held back Az's footsteps.
“Alright, you can stay here if you want,”
“But Dad, I also want to stay with you. Isn't this the purpose of our move here? So that I can stay with my birth mother without having to separate from you,”
Lusia's words managed to hold off Az's footsteps.
“Why don't we listen to advice from Aunt Dara alone?”
“Alright, we'll stay here if that's what you want. But, remind Tantemu not to bother me,” he said without seeing Dara's face.
“Ck, he thinks I'm happy to bother him,”
“Come, Lucia we get into Uncle Sam's car,” invite Dara to bring his nephew into the black sedan car that picked him up at the airport.
Sam's uncle is the Morris family's private driver whom he asks to pick up Dara, Lucia, and Az at the airport. Sam had previously known that Dara would come with her employer's biological granddaughter as well as her granddaughter's angkta father.
After Dara and Lucia got into the car and sat on the back. Az followed them by sitting in front, near their driver. Sam, the driver, looked at Az sitting nearby before the car was driven.
A handsome and handsome young man. She is very suitable to be Miss Dara (inner Sam).
“Tante Dara, does Aunt already have a future husband?” ask Lucia.
“Don't husband, girlfriend only Miss Dara does not have, Miss,” this time Sam who answered not Dara.
“Antai Really?”
“Yes, why are you asking this? Do you have a candidate for me, honey?” ask Dara.
“There. He's a handsome, dashing, smart guy,”
“Oh, yes? Who her? Does Aunt know him?”
“Sure, he was my father,” Lucia's reply suddenly made Az who heard him cough.
“Uhuk, uhuk.. Lucia, don't talk carelessly!”
“I don't carelessly talk Daddy. I think you guys are a good fit. Isn't Uncle Driver?” tanya Lucia is looking for support.
“True, Miss. Your father and your daughter if you really become a couple will definitely be very compatible,”
“Uncle Sam, what's that uncle talking about?” dara protest does not like.
Sure enough, me and this polar tiger are said to be compatible? Compatible from where? He is Uncle, although handsome, but fierce and cold not deafness. (inner Dara).
“Sorry, Miss. I only give my opinion,”
“Already. Is your home still far away?” tanya Az is reluctant to respond to things that she thinks are just silly thoughts from small children.
“A minute, Sir,” replied Sam.
Shortly after, the car finally arrived at Moris's residence. A two-story house with a size large enough, but looks simple from the outside.
“Later you and your father stay in the house painted blue,” said Dara pointed to a house located adjacent to his house.
“Az, you want to meet my Father and Brother first right?” ask Dara carefully.
“Hemmm,”
This guy really sucks (inner Dara).
Dara invites Lucia to come down and meet her mother.
“You want to stay here or come with us down?” ask Dara to Az who did not immediately get out of his car.
Az, who heard Dara's rambling, got straight out of his car. Actually he was lazy to visit Dara's house. However, the feeling of knowing what kind of birth family Lucia made her keep stepping into the whitewashed house.
“Good day, Dad,”
“Oh, Dara. Finally you come,” greet an old man who is now sitting in the living room of the house.
“You are Lucy, my grandson?” asked the old man while looking at Lucia with teary eyes.
“Iya, Grandpa. I'm Lucia and you can call me Cia,”
“That's pretty, you're exactly like your mother,” said the old man who had the real name Bernardo Morris.
“True, where is my mom?” ask Lucia.
“Silvia, come here,” call Bernardo.
“Silvia,” call him again when you don't hear a response.
“Maybe Big Brother didn't hear. Let me call her in her room,” said Dara who then walked into one of the rooms upstairs.
“Have you been looking after and caring for Lucia all this time?” bernardo asked as he saw Az with them.
“Iya, Sir,”
“No, don't call Mr. Call Uncle only,”
“Iya, Uncle. I am adoptive father Lucia,” replied Az smiling kindly.
“Mana, where, where? Where's daughter? Where's dia? You didn't lie to me, Dara,” shouted a half-run woman with a confused face.
His lips were trembling, his face looked pale. The woman then looked towards Lucia and Az was.
“You, you're my daughter?” ask her to Lucia with teary eyes.
Lucia looked a little frightened. However, upon seeing the cue from her Tantenya, Lucia dared herself to approach the woman.
“I-iya, I'm Lucia. I'm your daughter,” replied Lucia who was immediately greeted by a hug by Silvia.
“Oh, daughter. You, you're right to be alive,”
Silvia hugged Lucia tightly, her tears began to drip soaking in Lucia's clothes. He cried without a sound to make all who were there seemed touched to see the meeting of Mother and child who had been separated for approximately eight years. No exception Az, his heart that had been cold seemed touched, he became reminded of his late mother who loved his two sons very much. Unknowingly, tears dripped from her eyes and it could not be separated from Dara's observation.
Uh, the polar bear was crying. Did I not see wrong? (inner Dara).
However, the atmosphere of the day changed instantly. Kala Silvia suddenly shouted as she looked at Az.
“You! Killer!!” Why are you even here? Go, go!!” he shouted while looking at all the items towards Az and it made Lucia look frightened and hide behind the body of her foster father.
“No, Brother! You, wrong. He is not the killer,” said Dara who immediately hugged and flanked the brother's hand so as not to continue raging.
“No, Dara!! He's the killer and the kidnapper! He wants to kill us all,”
“No, Brother. Brother is wrong, he is Doctor Azril, the man who has been looking after and caring for Lucia,”
“NO, I can't be wrong. You're the wrong one. He's a killer. He was also a kidnapper. In-he, he wants to take my daughter again. Let go of me, I will kill him,” cried Silvia while thrashing so that her hand could escape from Dara's grip.
“Dad, I'm afraid,” whispered Lucia who immediately hid behind Az's body.
“Sorry, Sir. I can't let Lucia with your daughter. I'll take him away,” Azril said.
“Az, wait. Please wait,” pinta Dara while shedding her tears.
Oh my God, I didn't think that proud girl could cry either. But should I let Lucia be with her sick mother? (inner Az).
“Away, let me go. Please she'll take my daughter back. Release!” shout Silvia.
“Silvia, relax. If you keep acting like this you will really lose your daughter,” cried Bernardo.
“No, I won't lose my daughter. I will kill him,” cried Silvia and in a moment he managed to escape the grip of Dara. In fact, he also managed to snatch the gun that Dara had hidden in the back of her waist.
“Kakak, relax! Don't do anything!” shout Dara.
Everyone who was there was completely shocked by the actions Silvia had taken. The atmosphere in the Moris residence was now tense.
Dorian
“No!!”
The sound of a gun explosion belonging to Dara echoed in the room along with his loud cry.
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