My One Billion Girl
Chapter 32 Fresh breeze

"Cantik dong... now is a beautiful image especially later!" sahut Bu Asri in between his meals full of praise.

"Right, I want to be a model ah. Can you Dad, Bun?" ask the image directed at the two parents.

"Can, it could be anything. As long as it's good, we'll support you." Fatir gave support to this daughter's wish.

"But. I want to be a speaker ah. Speeching, uh means I have to go in that cabin, right? if you want to be a speaker!" he stared at Fatir and Viona.

Everyone at the dinner table nodded their heads slowly. Moreover, Fatir was very excited to nod his head.

"Especially the hyacinth, Dad will be very supportive of Citra. After elementary school. Direct image of the cottage-"

"What kind of Junior High School, Dad?" The image cut the words of the father very curiously.

"Yes, it's in the school cottage." Added Fatir. "The image in the cottage while continuing school is also certainly more religious as well."

"Oma will also be very supportive of the image of the mole. In order to become a more religious child, not like this Oma!" timpal Bu Asri while showing his smile.

Silent mood. Only the sound of the spoon meeting the plate sounded so loud. They choose to be busy with their own thoughts, while enjoying their breakfast.

"Excuse me?" the voice of someone behind them.

Of course they were shocked by the voice that was suddenly present there. All looked. It turned out that he was the one who had Fatir and Viona told to look for the existence of princess Vivian whose results were always nil, did not produce good results.

Fatir smiled very kindly. "Yes, can we have breakfast together?" fatir pointed towards the chair.

"Thank you, let me just wait on the couch." The man turned his body towards the sofa.

Fatir and Viona as well as Bu Asri exchanged glances. And then finish the meal immediately.

"Bun, Dad. The image goes first, right? but who is the same? if Dad has a guest," the boy complained slightly scratching his head that does not itch.

"Darling, don't scratch that ah. Later his hair is not neat, between drivers yes. The mother who will pick me up. We're going to Dad's shop!" persuade Viona while taking Citra supplies. He put it in his bag.

"Asyik .. want to be invited to the store. Sik cool, Sik cool to go to the store. Want to eat chicken noodles that bua ..nyak ... once." The boy instead sang cheerfully while greeting his father, mother and omanya.

Then Fatir and his wife approached his guest who had been treated to a glass of coffee and cake by the house assistant just now.

"Taste this surprise. What's up, huh?" fatir asked directly to the points, asking the needs of his guests.

"Em. About your missing daughter's search." This person's words made Viona feel curious.

"Yes, how? did you find anything? that good news?" asked Viona who was impatient with the person's answer.

The person turned to Viona and then said. " There's a little bit of information. It might be a bright spot for your family."

"What form is it? don't make us curious, father!" timpal Bu Asri's. Follow curious.

"Em, I got information that at that time, there was someone getting a toddler out of who, a female toddler. And taken care of by the family." Add that person.

"You address? but valid isn't the info?" tanya Fatir hesitated. As is often the wrong target.

"Valid, this is valid. And I want to go there but I want to call you first" he continued.

"Yes, Mas. We're going there now?" Viona moved and pulled Fatir's hand, she felt impatient.

Viona looked impatient to prove the information. Feeling a bright speck about the whereabouts of his missing daughter.

"Mother coming?" Ma Asri walked over.

"No, Madam ... I'm home." Pinta Fatir to the mother-in-law, did not agree if he joined. Because it is still not valid according to him.

Then they immediately slide to the location or address that is in the can. An hour later, he finally arrived at a village.

Fatirs find out the address they mean.

"Right, the occupants are Mr Muhidin?" ask Fatir again.

"Ooh, no. It's Mas Karyo's house. Not Muhidin. If Muhidin has long moved out of nowhere!" the answer.

"Do you know where you're moving?" viona was very curious about the whereabouts of the person.

"Ooh .. The move doesn't know, It's been a long time since." Answer the man.

"Is it true, he found a female toddler at that time?" ask Fatir again.

The man was silent for a moment. His forehead shriveled as if recalling an old story. "If it's not wrong. Right, but moving everywhere he doesn't know. Because at that time he lived in this village also just contracted."

Viona let out a long sigh, it felt like she was back in despair. "We're asking RT here, Mas."

Fatir turned the wheel to re-apply his car. But before leaving. Fatir and Viona thanked him and gave the man some money as an expression of gratitude.

After the muters, finally met also with the house of the RT chairman there. Then Fatir asked about a family called Muhidin.

Mr. RT said, indeed he had heard there were residents in the village named Mr. Muhidin. But do not know clearly, because it has been a long time and not he also served as the chairman of RT at that time.

And about the foster children do not know as well. Because his son has three, all women. That is if not wrong.

Fatir and Viona let out a long, lethargic sigh with this unsatisfactory information. The two of them stared at each other with sad eyes.

"No one knows the move at all! where's that from here?" fatir asked for the last time.

"No, there's no report of where he moved?" shakes again.

"But, isn't he really this guy? and here's the baby photo I'm looking for." Viona was still curious by showing me two photos.

The man watched closely. "If this man seems like he is, but for his baby I don't know that either."

Again Viona and Fatir sat. Along with a heavy breath.

"Yes, thank you for the info and sorry for interrupting your time" Fatir asked him.

Finally Fatir and Viona came home with no satisfactory results, they came home with restless hearts. Which had felt a fresh breeze, turned stuffy and stifling.

Again, the two took a long, disappointed breath. He was lethargic, an effort that did not bear fruit.

" Dad, how is this? where are you going?" viona asked, looking closely at her husband.

"Prophey, baby? maybe it's not time to find him yet." Gently rubbing the wife's sad looking shoulder.

"More times, find more targeted info?" Fatir glanced towards the person who looked confused.

"Sorry, Sir. It was my fault." The man felt guilty and said goodbye.

"Yes, thank you?" Fatir nodded slowly.

"Yes, we're going home." Fatir turned the wheel to go home, after the man got out of his car.

Eventually they went home without any significant results. Viona with a sad face is clearly visible from the look.

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Now Rasya is relaxing on the couch, watching his favorite television show. Sometimes laugh, sometimes sad. Along with snacking on food available in the refrigerator whose contents have now shrunk

His hand moved to grab the empty food bag. "Yes ... out?" make sure that the bag is empty hopping ....

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