He Who Came Back
Typing message from Ayana

After the provision of time, if the time has met it will meet as strong as any way humans evade.

The man's gaze was fixed on a girl who had been a part of his life even he had designed as his future.

The woman sat in the ER waiting chair with a man she also knew who the man was despite not knowing who they were for the woman.

The pair of men and women sat among three children, two girls and one boy who he also knew who the children were.

There was a sense of disappointment that grew heavy with the wound that re-opened as if in a boiling, hot and painful water flush.

Andoni Raman Anggara, today is his first day back to Jakarta in isolation after several months of leaving the city.

The necessity of his presence in the company makes Doni inevitably have to return to Jakarta.

The unfortunate unachievable luck that the young entrepreneur felt when his Mercedes Benz SLC-Class 200 car grazed a mother's motorcycle.

At first Mr. Anggara sent a car complete with a driver, but Doni instead told the driver to go home.

Doni chose to drive the car himself and planned to go to an apatrment that had also been pak anggara prepared for him.

The middle-aged man had also promised that the arrival of Doni to this city would not be known by his wife.

Not wanting to escape the responsibility of Doni called his father and asked the man who sent the Anggara to replace the motorcycle owned by the mother he hit with a new one.

While he chose to take the mother to the nearest hospital, but what good intentions even backfired when he saw the unexpected scenery before his eyes, the definition of a truly happy family.

Doni sees with her eyes Yana talking with a happy face hue offsetting two small children, a boy and a parable whose age appears to be the same.

Every now and then Yana smiles at the girl whose age is bigger, really a happy family scene like she ever dreamed of with Yana.

“So soon have I replaced Yana, or maybe you already have plans to return to the man since before.” Monologue Doni with the conjectures for Yana who is not sure true.

“Sorry, mas is responsible for the patient who was in an accident earlier.” Asked a nurse breaking her lamp who was staring intently at the ER front waiting chair.

“Eh, it's sus.” Doni replied to the sister who asked that.

“Sus sorry if the family members of Pak Mahraja who sat there are sick.” Doni asked as he pointed towards the direction where Yana and the King were sitting.

“Sorry, that's the privacy of mas.” patients The nurse replied to me.

“Mahraja my friend sus, if there is indeed a sick family I plan to visit.” Doni assured the nurse.

“Oh... Previously who became our patient Pak Mahraja and he was able to go home so that he was invited by his son and wife, the rest of the mas can ask directly to the concerned.” The nurse explained.

Lightning tub in broad daylight, wife. So she guessed that Yana was married to the man, and so quickly Yana forgot her story with Doni.

Since swerving the mobile number and all social media access with the woman Doni memeng never again want to know the news Yana, he has also been advertising with the decision he took unilaterally. Because Doni believes Yana will not fight for him.

But he never thought Yana could accept another man in his life.

Munkin, too, you have been impatient for Yana to separate from me. Inner Doni churned.

But Doni was still the same, he did not dare to come closer to appear in front of Yana, congratulations he wanted to convey was not dare he uttered.

“Mas, his administrative bill at the cashier after paying patients can go home.” The nurse replied that she had regained Doni's consciousness from thoughts that were not necessarily true.

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It was a very pleasant evening for the Mahraja as he recalled the events of the afternoon.

Although throughout the meeting Yana only answered the King's questions with answers yes and no, the king's heart was still happy and bloated like a bungga garden that was blooming.

The king opened his wallet there is a photo that he has long kept neat there.

“Mia, later brother bring him to meet Mia ya.” The male monologue looked at a picture of his late wife holding Lala as a baby.

Tok tok tok tok

“Yah can Lala enter.” The knock on the door of his room in the soft voice Lala made the King rush to save his wallet back on the nightstand located beside his king-size bed.

“Bby, enter aja kak.” King Saying.

“Why,” Asked the King to his eldest daughter while patting the bed beside her sitting hinted at Lala to sit there.

Lala approached and sat down on her father's bed.

“Dad likes same aunt Yana right.?” Ask Lala directly to the core of the problem.

The king looked at his son. “We've been wet, right.?” Ask the king back to the little girl.

Lala nodded her head a little, her father was right a few months ago he once asked her about it. But there was no definitive answer from his father at the time.

“Iya, I just want to be sure that aunty Ayana is right.” Answer Lala in adulthood. The Blind King laughed out loud and stroked the girl's head.

“You are like an adult woman who is jealous, ” replied the King felt funny with Lala's Speech.

“Yes, that cake. Later we will indeed have to share the father with the aunt.” Answer Lala spontaneously without thinking first.

“Ga will be the story. Trust the father.” The king assured.

“Emm, but she doesn't seem to like dad.” Ask Lala again.

“Good prayers aja.” Said the King answering Lala's question which is most likely true.

“Lala would love to know that Aunt Yana is Lala's mother?” Ask the King about the boy. Lala kept quiet and answered nothing.

“Hemmm, want ga.” The king confirmed the answer Lala.

“Like your heart, I want to sleep with you here can.?”

The king still did not get a definite answer even though he had been blatantly honest with Lala. And the King without thinking for a moment, before answering.

“Once well, maybe later if aunt Yana has become our mother, I will never be able to sleep with dad again.” Answer the girl again.

The king hugged Lala. “Ga la ga will never, father will not leave you.” Said the King won.

“Daddy, tell me to aunt Yana thanks for making me at the hospital.” Lala said briefly as she spread her body on the left side of her father's bed.

The king took his phone and began to send a message to Yana, saying thank you, there was no reply from the woman.

But when he said that Lala also thanked him, the description on Ayana's name in the messaging application was . ‘typing’ means that Yana is typing a reply to a message for her and it makes the King can't wait for what message Ayana will send to him.

⁇ ️To be continuous️️

“Sorry if many typo yes Friend, this time read repeatedly typonya ga abis-abis 😂