I LOVE YOU UNCLE BASTIAN
Bastian
"Sir whose house is this?" dara asked when Mr. Rusdi had stopped his steps in front of a house.
"It used to be the home of my ex-wife" replied Mr. Rusdi.
"Really, then why yesterday, sir?" ask Dara to Mr. Rusdi.
"We have no place to take refuge, Dara, we're only here for a while. You want to ask for help from your brother." replied Mr. Rusdi.
"Will he help us, sir?" ask Dara.
"God willing He helps us, blood. He is a very good man." replied Mr. Rusdi.
GECK..
GECK..
Mr. Rusdi knocked on the black-fenced door.
"Yes sir." replied the security guard.
"Is Bastian at home?" asked Mr. Rusdi to one of the guards in the house.
"Mas Bastian is working again, sir" replied the security guard. The eyes of the security guard guard who guarded the house looked at a man and a little girl who were beside him.
"Isn't this Mr Rusdi, the ex-husband of Ms. Herlina?" ask the security guard who made Mr. Rusdi smile.
"Yes" replied Mr. Rusdi who returned the smile of the security guard.
When the security guard opened the gate, the man invited Mr. Rusdi and Dara to sit at the security guard post.
"O Allah, Mr. Rusdi, has not seen him for a long time. How's it going sir?" ask the security guard.
"Thank God my good news." replied Mr. Rusdi.
"Sit here sir, sit down." ask the security guard.
Finally Mr. Rusdi and Dara sat at the place, Mr. security guard made a glass of warm tea for Mr. Rusdi and Dara.
"What kind of nights are you here for?" ask the security guard.
"I have little need for Bastian" replied Mr. Rusdi.
"In the near future Bastian mas must come home, Mr. Rusdi knows for himself that Bastian mas work in two places. So it's likely to be home soon" said the security guard.
"It's okay, I'll wait here" said Mr. Rusdi who then sat down while sipping warm tea made by the security guard.
The eyes of the security guard continued to look at Mr. Rudi, for 4 years he had never met the man.
"Where have you been, sir? have not heard from Mr. Rusdi for a long time" asked the security guard.
Mr. Rusdi just smiled, the man stroked Dara's hair so gently.
"Whose son is this, sir?" ask the security guard.
"He's my son." replied Mr. Rusdi who made the security guard really surprised.
"Father boy? does this father have children? all I know is that Ms. Herlina has no children?" ask the security guard who made Mr. Rusdi smile.
"He is the son of my second wife" replied Mr. Rusdi who made the security guard immediately silent.about an hour later it was seen a car had entered the yard of the house that is not too magnificent.
TIN..
TIN...
the sound of car horns.
"That's Bastian mas already home" said the security guard who then opened the gate.
When the car entered the courtyard of the house, Mr. Rusdi looked at a young man who had always been close to him. The security guard rushed to meet the man in the car.
"Mas, Bastian's mas." Call Mr. security guard.
The man opened the door of his car, looking at the security guard who had come to him. "What's up, sir?" ask Bastian.
"There are guests" said the security guard.
"Who are these nights to see you?" ask Bastian.
"Pak Rusdi, Mas." said the security guard who made Bastian immediately speechless.
"who's Rusdi's father?" ask Bastian.
"Mas Rusdi?" ask Bastian.
"Yes" replied the security guard.
Instantly Bastian immediately walked in haste to meet a man he had not met for a long time, seen Bastian staring at his late brother's husband.
"Mas Rusdi." Call Bastian to the man sitting at the security guard post.
Mr. Rusdi who heard being called immediately the man turned to look at a young man who was already in front of him.
"Bastian" said Mr. Rusdi.
Bastian immediately ran to the front of Mr. Rusdi, the man hugged the man who always made him happy. "Well, where has God Mas Rusdi come from? Why did he suddenly disappear?" bastian asked while hugging Mr. Rusdi.
No words were spoken by Mr. Rusdi, the man appeared to pat Bastian on the shoulder three times.
"You're more amazing, Bastian" said Mr. Rusdi.
"Yes Mas, Mas this is from where the hell, I look for mas everywhere but never get the news" said Bastian.
"Udahlah Bastian, I'm here because I need your help" said Mr. Rusdi.
"What's wrong?" asked Bastian who then looked at a little girl who was beside Mr. Rusdi.
"Whose son is it, mas?" ask Bastian.
"By entering first no, we were rained time to come here" said Mr. Rusdi .
"Let's go in first let me make you some warm coffee with the food for you and the boy." said Abian who invites Mr. Rusdi to enter the house that has not been seen for a long time by Mr. Rusdi.the house he used to live with his wife and sister-in-law.
While inside the house, Mr. Rusdi's eyes looked at the room. "You didn't change the house, Bastian!" ask Mr. Rusdi.
"For what Mas, everything is still the same as when Mas Rusdi left this house" replied Bastian.
After that day Mr. Rusdi told me about what happened to him, of course Bastian was very surprised to see the 12-year-old boy was dumped by his mother.
"Are you sure you want to raise that child?" ask Bastian.
"Of course Bastian." replied Mr. Rusdi.
"Mas lives here, and I know I'm always alone and never home. If Mas wants to go back to the house Mas used to do what, pity that little boy has no friends at all" said Bastian.
Finally Mr. Rusdi lives in Bastian's house with Dara. Dara's life journey will begin to run, a plan God will never be able to change.
* Four years later *
"Assynnya!" exclaim Dara who just entered Bastian's house.
"Waalaikumsalam." answered Mbok Iyem.
"Om Bastian hasn't come home yet?" ask Dara.
"Not yet, why?" ask mbok Iyem.
"It's no crap, it's a school assignment" said Dara.
About 20 minutes later Mr. Rusdi had gone home with a tired face.
"What's wrong?" dara asked when she saw her father had just come home with a look of a face that was so tired.
"Dad tired, Dara." replied Mr. Rusdi who seemed to lie to Dara .
"If so the father took a shower, then change clothes sir." said Dara .
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I love you uncle Bastian