First Love
Chapters. 27

After circling the park that is not how big it is. Mr. Gilang finally put his butt in a chair that was on the lips of the park.

Moving little Joseph into his lap.

Gilang stroked the forehead of Joseph who was asleep on his lap. Look at Joseph's face and smile.

"How is this, Terry? I can't bear to wake her?" ask Mr. Gilang without looking at me.

"It's also impossible if we take it home, later if his parents report to our police who dilapus."

"Yes, wait for him to wake up, sir." I said as I sat next to Mr. Gilang.

Gilang continued to stare at Joseph, his hands gently stroking Joseph's tiny forehead. It looks like Mr. Gilang really likes children.

"Where's the father from?" I broke the silence of the atmosphere.

"Oh, I was from college. Take care of a few things for freshman admission."

"Emh." I said as I played my feet sweeping the garden floor made of paving blocks.

I heard a sigh from Mr. Gilang. His eyes stared blankly ahead, he seemed so exhausted.

"Definitely tired sir? especially if you have to deal with the unique characteristics of the student father."

"Yes ... Weary. But at this time." mr. Gilang hung up his sentence and looked at my face fixedly.

"That's no longer feeling" continued Mr. Gilang while playing both eyebrows.

The sound of screams on my phone again broke the silence between us. I saw the name on the phone screen. 'Dad', oh my goodness it's almost dusk.

I slide the green button and I stick it on my left ear.

"Terry, where are you? dad went to your mom's store, Mommy said you've been home from now on?" a series of questions I received the first time I raised the call.

"Sorry, Dad. Terry's in the garden in front of Daddy's compound."

"Oh ... Where do you think you are, thank God you're okay. You go home soon, son."

I read Mr. Gilang who was beside me. If I go home what will be the fate of Mr Gilang and Yusuf?

"Sorry Dad, Terry can't go home yet. Terry and Mr. Gilang still have to..."

"Oh you're the same as Gilang over there?" ask Dad to decide my sentence.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then just enjoy your date, son. I can take care of myself. Then I won't bother you anymore, huh."

Dad immediately closed his call. Duh... Why when I mention Mr. Gilang's name, Dad always overreacts. Maybe if I don't go home even when I go with Mr. Gilang, then I won't say anything.

"Why? Your dad told you to come home?" ask Mr. Gilang after I put my phone in my bag.

I just nodded in response to Gilang's question.

"Don't that dong, who am I the same? do I have to wait for Mama Yusuf?" said mr. Gilang melas.

"You have to take responsibility, Terry."

"Why did I say Father? until you ask me for my answer?"

"That you, already.." Gilang sir hung his sentence while glancing at me.

"So how was Joseph's fate? we just stay here?"

"Don't dong, sir. Cassian she is, still a child. How come you guys?"

"So how?" ask Mr. Gilang confused.

I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing what to do.

"Don't answer like that, you're not helping me at all."

"So what should I do, sir? I'm confused."

"I'm also confused with your heart, Terry" replied Mr. Gilang spontaneously.

"Huh?" instantly I threw my gaze at Mr. Gilang.

Mr. Gilang got up and immediately walked away, while I was still fixated on hearing Mr. Gilang's words. I smiled bitterly and ran following Gilang sir's footsteps.

Mr. Gilang walked across the street, approaching the complex security office.

"Sir." call Mr. Gilang at the casual security guard in front of the post.

"Eh, um Gilang. What's up, Mas?"

"I found the child in the front garden, later if there are parents who ask to call me, yes. I'm going to the corner cafe there."

Mr. Gilang handed Joseph who was asleep to my sling. I accepted Joseph with a little surprise.

Before long Mr. Gilang came with his sport bike.

Mr. Gilang parked his motorbike in front of a cafe not far from the housing complex.

Back Mr. Gilang took Yusuf from my sling as he went down his bike.

Walked into the cafe, while I just followed in his footsteps from behind. Mr. Gilang stroked Joseph's cheek gently, waking up the little one who was sleeping soundly from earlier.

I saw Joseph who had just woken up still confused and almost crying.  Gilang patiently invited Joseph to speak and tried to silence Joseph.

Fortunately there was Mr. Gilang, if I was the only one who accompanied Joseph, maybe I would be confused erratically.

In the middle of our dinner, Mr. Gilang's cell phone rang. Shortly after, Joseph's parents came in with a pretty messed up face.

"Oh my goodness, Deck. Where have you been?" a woman hugged Joseph when she saw him eating.

"Let's sit down first, all eat with us." said Mr. Gilang friendly.

"Thank you, Mom. Don't know if there's no mas, Yusuf what's his fate."

"I'm Gilang, and this is Terry" said Mr. Gilang introduced himself.

"I'm Nina and this is my husband Riko."

"Thank you, Mr. Terry. We just go back. You see, we are also tired of Yusuf's nyari from the afternoon." reject the man named Riko.

"Yusuf, let's go home. Say thank you to both of them." the woman ordered as she pulled Joseph out of her desk.

"Thank you Om. Thank you, Beautiful Brother."

"Joseph together." I said, pinching Joseph's cheek, anxious.

Joseph hugged me, wrapped his hands around my neck. Before long he let go of his embrace and kissed me on the cheek.

"Beautiful sister will see you again, yes."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Beautiful sister will be my girlfriend."

I smiled amusedly and nodded.

"Sttc ... Yusuf, don't like to say that. Thank you again." said the man before leaving.

I saw Yusuf coming out of the glass door of the cafe, and then Joseph waved again when he saw me from behind the glass cafe.

"His son is very much Yusuf" said Mr. Gilang suddenly.

"Hem, how good is it, sir?" many confused.

"It's nothing." replied Mr. Gilang fiercely.

I just smiled and shook my head. Do not understand a single word Mr. Gilang. From earlier Mr. Gilang continued to say confusing words.

"Do you like kids the same?"

"Yes, maybe because of Leo and Libra."

"Known that you will have your own children, how will you?" I said while turning the eyeballs.

"If you want to be her mother?"

"What?" I'm just spontaneous

"It's nothing," replied Mr. Gilang flatly.

"Mother why, anyway? Is today saying it weird? Exhausted huh?"

"Yes tired. Tired of playing the puzzle."

"What the hell, sir? It's getting weird, you know," I said, shaking my head and laughing again.

"Terry," call Mr. Gilang softly.

"Hem?" I took a look at Mr. Gilang.

Mr. Gilang clamped a tissue between his two fingers. Give it to me and walk towards the cashier.

I just grinned at the smile of receiving the tissue. Again and again, Mr. Gilang keeps getting my feelings warm.

'Keep smiling. Because of your smile, turning tired into happy'