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He Makes Missing Grandkids

Why every meet with a new gardener, feel to see the deceased child. Every time I think, and it makes me feel unsettled. From smiles, body posters, faces, they were very similar. Want to hug him so that he can vent his longing for heart, after so many years of loss due to a fatal accident.

"Hows it? Have you investigated it?" Talk to a confidant.

"I've done everything as ordered, sir. But there has been no progress at all regarding the news of the young master."

"You keep investigating. I always don't calm down when I face him. That feeling, so disturbs my soul."

"Good, Sir. All your orders will I do."

"You must do it quickly, for I am impatient."

"Alright, don't worry about that. Other men will work hard again doing all the whims, sir."

"good. I believe you can do that well."

"Yes, Sir. Then excuse me first."

"Emm, carefully conduct an investigation and look for the information. Afraid that unwanted people will be unkind to you later."

"Okay, I'll remember it."

The right hunching, as a sign of homat and obeying by order.

Gave a gesture of moving his hand, so that he went according to his curiosity. For decades he has always been loyal and worked well with the employer. Never one order did he fail to do, all done. Only he can be trusted, until important information becomes his secret as well.

Observing Faisal's persistence. From the top of the stairs, keep watching him. Without fatigue he brought the child to work, by being carried behind. Now he seems to be wiping some displays of urns in the guest room. The sweat that began to drip was always welcome to use his hands. Occasionally speaking and smiling at the child, even though he does not understand the language he gives. Tiredless and hardworking, who was on him.

Out of pity, without hesitation give a little more salary. The work he does is always good, so as a sign of repayment should be exaggerated. Maybe when we are good people, that good will come to us. Many hopes are now hidden, which is just want to meet grandchildren. Age is no longer young, so what's wrong with not being patient again want to hug.

Get down the stairs, get over to Faisal. This energy may be needed. The sound of the little boy's screams loudly, to see it becomes pity. This feeling of loneliness made me want to touch the baby.

"Here, Faisal. Let me take it, "I'll relax.

"Eeh no, sir. It will trouble you."

"It's okay. I have some free time. Hhh, I haven't held a child for a long time, so I miss it if I want to take a ride. Here, allow myself to take over your child for a moment," forcefully be friendly by giving a smile.

"But, Mister. He's afraid he'll be naughty later, "His shy doubts.

"It's okay. The child's bias. Like you don't memorize their behavior. You don't have to worry so. Just relax. Gini-gini used to hold my granddaughter as well, so there was little experience even if it had been a long time."

Hands stretched out wanting to take, though Faisal showed a face of doubt. Keep trying to persuade. Even cornered to quickly give.

"Come, what's up. Don't be stupid, ah! Here, give it to me."

"Ehh, yes if you insist."

"Yes, you calm down. I'll take good care of him. You just continue your work."

"Alright, Sir. Sorry to bother you."

Down his head in shame. As the main employer she must have felt bad.

"There's nothing to bother. I'm the only one who wants to hold your son."

"Yes, Sir. Sorry."

"Good, Sir."

She rubbed her soft and soft cheeks. His face was very handsome, although there was no resemblance to Faisal at all. I told her little hand to hold my index finger, and tried to shake the sign of wanting to invite her to play. Because of the anxiety, then without hesitation landed a kiss on his cheek.

"Better we go get some wind, son. Your father is busy. Don't bother him. It's better to play with grandpa now, how?" He spoke to this cute boy.

Breezed away. Carrying using hands. It feels like a repeat of the dark year. The baby's distinctive fragrant smell and its purplishness, continues to roll back the sweet memories of our old family. Always dreamed all that did not happen, but fate has run itself without being able to resist it.

"If you were alive, my life would not lack this."

"All these riches are nothing compared to the happiness of being with you. Hh, where are you my grandson? Grandpa is very long. I'd love to see your face."

"Oh, God. Find us. I've been so tormented by this situation. When did all this happen? I can't stand our parting trials anymore. If he is still alive give way for us to meet quickly, but if he is dead then show him the grave or his skeleton," A plea in heart full of sincerity.

Tests, uncontrollably, these grains fell on Arvin's body.

Wiggling legs and body, who knows this Arvin boy can quickly sleep. It was fussy, but after being invited to joke and talk so silent. Carrying behind the back of the back and invited to work, it is likely to feel uncomfortable. Cute eyes now, start saying-sayu want to be closed.

"How, Master? Sorry again if it troubles you."

Still Faisal is shaken. His face flushed red, as if afraid that this self would get angry.

"It's okay, Faisal. I am happy to be with your son. Lookie! He's asleep."

"Well, you're great too. Can make him feel good."

"Maybe it's because of experience."

As a new person, surely Faisal did not know the ins and outs of this family. Salute him if he doesn't ask too many questions and kepo.

"Oh, that. Yeah, already. Let me put him to bed on his back. Fear it will make you tired."

"Hmm, okay. Please take! But, is your job done?"

"Alhamdulillah, all I have done."

"Good then. You can relax."

"Yes, Sir."

Proffering with great caution, for fear of even waking.

There was a movement when moving hands, but with swift Faisal can be calming.

"Thank you, sir."

"Yes, you're welcome."

"I'll excuse you then."

"Hmm, please."

The two of them began to move away from my standing position. Staring from behind his shoulders, feeling sad when he saw the exact same poster of the body of a biological child.

Actually want to invite shopping some baby clothes and equipment, but a little unpleasant with other helpers, fearing them to envy too indulgent new workers. The only way to temporarily give more money. That way no one suspects. Maybe if you have used your energy to work here for a long time, then you can give me what I want.