Just Just Marrying
Tragedies
Kyara's feet seemed to swing several times while looking at the crowd in the chair that someone had just given her. I don't know what motive that guy was so good to her that he bothered to give her a chair to sit on. It was possible that the person felt sorry for him seeing his bulging stomach.
Suddenly, Kyara's gaze fell on a small man crying while holding a lollipop in his hand.
"Hey... Little sister... You why?" Ask Kyara to the boy.
The little man looked at Kyara with a puddle of tears on both of his round cheeks.
"Mom..." The little man's cry broke again while pointing in any direction.
"Mamah..." Next later.
"Your friend is missing?" Kyara's forehead shriveled.
The boy nodded.
"Where's missing?"
"That's tofu... Huo..." The boy was crying.
Kyara who felt pity reached out to the tiny hand.
"Let's find out where your Mama is."
The boy nodded small with flickering eyes.
"Whose name are you?" Kyara asked as she held the child's hand looking for the whereabouts of her parents.
"My name is Frans, Auntie..."
"What a good name... Don't cry anymore... Hope your mom gets to see you soon."
Kyara also takes the boy around. Kyara is not aware that her movements are always stalked by two men who continue to follow her.
"That's Mama Aunty....!!" Frans said pointing to his mother who was across the street like she was looking for someone.
"Is that really your mom?" Ask Kyara doubtfully.
The boy nodded. "Let's go there, Auntie..." He said as he pulled the end of the shirt Kyara was wearing.
Inevitably Kyara also obeyed the will of the little boy. His body trembled slightly as he crossed the quite crowded highway that night. Finally Kyara was able to breathe a sigh of relief when she had successfully crossed the road with great difficulty.
"French... Where you been, huh? Don't you know if Mama's been looking for you?" The boy's mother seemed to be crying. Worry was evident on his tear-stained face.
Instead of answering, little Frans cried. Finally, the mother no longer asks because her child can be lost. He preferred to calm the boy. It seems little Frans was very afraid of being scolded.
"Is this brother the one who brought you here?" Ask the mother to Kyara who is staring at the interaction between the two.
Frans small wins.
"Thank you for helping my son." Frans' mother said so sincerely.
Kyara smiled. "Either. Next time Frans can't leave without telling Mama, yeah..." Kyara's message because Frans said a little if he was desperate to leave the mother because he saw a game that caught his attention.
Frans only nodded small with eyes that were still red.
"Then I say goodbye. Because maybe my friend is waiting." Pamit Kyara's.
"Thank you, Auntie." Frans' tiny lips said after just being silent.
"Together." Kyara stroked Frans's hair gently.
"Thank you again, son?"
"Kyara."
"Agh, yes. Thank you, Kyara."
"Together, Mom."
Kyara leaves the mother and the child. And once again Kyara's heart must beat faster as it passes through increasingly crowded streets with motorists and motorists.
Seeing the conditions that allow to cross, Kyara also hesitantly stepped her feet quickly. But not yet across the street, Kyara must be surprised by the sound of car horns that drove quite fast towards him.
"Let's...." Kyara screeched as the distant lights of the car were close to pan towards her.
"Kyara...!!"
Kyara's vegetables heard the voice of a familiar person calling her name before her consciousness disappeared completely.
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