I LOVE YOU, ABOUT ODY
Meet Again

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🌸Pov Ody🌸

In the end, after day after day rolling,,, changing days, months also diligently changing. It does not feel like this heart is also healed from suffering. I no longer cry when the night greets, I no longer feel lonely in this life.

And the most important thing is that I've been sincere. Seeing Nada smiling happily with her husband, seeing Birru who is getting here more and more like me, she has learned to walk at the age of one year.

The boy is also good at pronouncing and calling father both to me and to God, father. Maybe his little brain still can't accept or understand why he has two fathers. But I'm sure in his heart he's happy with both of his fathers.

Relax, son, one day we'll sit down together. Father, mother, mother, father of God and you, we will speak heart to heart. You'll know who you are. I just want you to never let down my dad, who has been so good in his role for you and mom.

Forgive me for not being able to be with you at all times, but trust me, I will always try to do what is best for you, son.

Birru, one day you will understand.

I go day by day with a smile. It is no less sweet with the smile of the God who every day is also singled out. I'm happy to see him happy with Nada. Because it also affects the quality and performance of his work.

God is smart enough and quickly absorbs what I taught him all along. Now even I do not need to continue to accompany him in Bali. Especially since the appointment and inauguration of himself as the leader of the company when Birru age reaches three months. I'm getting less work here because he can do it himself.

Actually I could have left Bali and taken care of the branch where I worked before. But Birru, the boy made me not get far from him. A day without seeing him, I will miss him.

The condition of the mother who is just as longed for me also made me decide to stay in Bali and it's okay if I have to go back and forth outside the island. But we have not occupied the villa provided by Mr. Artha before.

I have been able to buy my own house with my work all this time. I decided to buy a house in the heart of Denpasar to make it easier for me where to go.

Mr. Artha of course objected initially but he did not force me to stay at Villa. He was too smart to be a coercor. He could understand what I was considering.

Oh yeah, what's even more fun is that every Sunday, I allowed Nada to take Birru down the street with me and just mama. I can pick him up in the morning and bring him back in the afternoon. And I never crossed that line. I don't want to go in front of him I'm even hard to be able to take him out again.

"Where are we going today, Grandma?" my question is to teach Birru to speak.

"Nyek, nyek, nyek," Birru seemed excited in my arms and called out to her grandmother, my mother.

"Aduduuuh,, granddaughter of the grandmother once excited. Grandma wants to take you to visit grandma's friend. He's an orphanage manager." said mom.

My eyebrows are linked because I just found out there is a friend of mama's taking care of the orphanage here. I also don't know when my mother planned to go there.

"All of you teach Birru to share life with others from an early age, Ody." continued mama.

"Yes ma. But does your mom know the place?"

"Not know yet but my mom's friend has shared the location. We can follow the maps. If not wrong this in the Tabanan area" said the mother while looking at her phone.

"Ok ma's. Then we'll leave now. Let's not be too late."

"alright. Mama's carrying Birru ya."

My mother no longer denied. He also would have known it would be very tiring to carry my puff. Got an exclusive asi and until now still continue to make my handsome boy was puffed up and healthy. His weight is consistently going up every month. But Nada must have considered and know the limits or normal weight of the child at each age.

Birru is not fussy every time I take her away because she also likes to drink formula. It made it easier for me to carry it. It's okay even though you have to carry it with a baby bag that is identical to the cartoon image. I always careless if noticed some women who do not know what the contents of his mind see a man like me crumpled with a baby complete with his bag.

Let's just say, if the God you're connecting with is always confident in appearing so, why should I whose real father should feel prestige?

The journey we took almost an hour and a half ended when my mother smiled at a signboard that read the name of the orphanage she was looking for.

"Here is the place. Let's go down, baby." he said to Birru who had been awake after a long time asleep on the way.

Birru was excited to see some children running around in our car. He must have thought the boy would invite him to play.

"Kids, don't play in the streets. Come on in." the voice of a woman calling the boy.

My ears are like magnets hearing that sound. A voice so familiar to the ears that seeing the owner of the voice made me unsure of my own hearing.

"I forgive the child. Did they wreck your car?."

A hijab-wearing woman and even a black veil came out to the boy. He didn't look at us at all. He kept his head down as if afraid of his interlocutor looking into his eyes.

"No really. They don't bother us at all. Is this really Nani's mother's orphanage?" tanya mama continued to interact with the woman while I kept trying to focus on the veiled woman.

I don't think I'm mistaken for that voice, but her appearance made me doubtful. It's impossible that,,,,, it's, like, that,,,,

"Come Ody. This is the place."

"Ody???" Hearing my name being mentioned, the woman immediately looked up until the pair of neutrals met my netra.

I can't be wrong, those eyes, those eyes, the eyes I once adored. Beautiful eyes belong to Valencia,,,

"You know my son?" asked the mother who did not know who the veiled woman was.

"Mama??"

"Mama?? You who?? Ody who is he?? You familiar??" my mother was confused to be called Mama.

"The great guest has arrived apparently. Valencia, why just stand there? Let's take our guests in." The woman my mother's age who I guessed as my mama's friend came out and answered all of my questions.

"Valencia?? Is this really you??" she was shocked and ignored her friend's invitation.

"You know??" ask Nani's mother in wonder.

"He,, he,,,"

"I'm sorry." Valencia immediately ran in leaving us still riveted at a loss as to why he could be here and what had happened to him and his performances.

What kind of fate is this god? Why do we have to meet again?

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