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CHAPTER 135: REALITY
Friday has arrived. Muna's body was much healthier than before. Muna can already consume rice even though it is cooked slightly mushy by the ambu who looks sincerely take care of it during illness, Muna skin looks her face has returned to beaming red hue, red, it didn't look as pale as it did three days ago.
Lebam former bogem the kidnappers were not clear that was not visible all over his body. The infusion needle was already invisible stuck in his wrist. Fix, Muna is completely healed.
Muna's mood has also been better, of course he is looking forward to the arrival of Asep from Jakarta. Not because Asep is a bright and handsome man. But, especially if you do not want to use Asep's mobile phone.
Actually Muna could have borrowed a cell phone from Eta when she occasionally came to check the infusion fluid. But he was completely powerless to do anything. So patience is the best choice for Muna who also wants to calm herself. Deliberately giving her empty space to think about all the things that happened to her.
The timer firmly shows the number 3 on the clock hanging on the clean white painted wall of the mansion.
The house consists of four private rooms
each key is held by the owner, an ambiguous child who does not live with him, but sometimes sometimes comes to visit the ambu and deliver food stock for ambu and Asep.
Asep is the only ambu grandson who is willing to stay to accompany the ambu in the house. Because only he is unmarried from his two older sisters, who now live with their small family in the city of Bandung.
Asep is the luckiest of ambu grandchildren, can be accepted as a PNS even if only armed with a diploma 2. So now he works as a staff in the Bandung Kulon District office.
The distance between the village where he lives with the Asep office is approximately 15 minutes. So it is not so much draining energy and gasoline for Asep to return from his village to the District.
The weather is gradually shady, because the sun is not as good as last day. Ambu and Muna were seen sitting relaxing on the terrace of the house. Enjoying the breeze with warm tea jasmine aroma with a plate of biscuits, while looking at the yard filled with ornamental plants as well as toga which is treated nicely by ambu.
Muna felt her heart jump happily, when she saw him from a distance a handsome man who had known him riding a motorcycle bin butter, moving closer and closer towards the house.
Who else if not Asep the casep guy, which Muna believes must be he is the dream man of the women in his village.
Muna's smile faded, as the bike was parked in the garage. And Asep was also seen coming down from his motorbike, then stood up to welcome the arrival of a new luxury car.
Who were the guests Asep brought with him?
Ambu immediately stood following Asep who had first visited someone who came out of the passenger door.
Muna's elongated neck confirmed the scene behind the door, if she wasn't mistaken. It looks like Ambu is having a conversation with someone who just got out of the car.
Muna had not fully been able to see who was coming out from behind that door. His eyes were now easier to see the middle-aged man who still looked like a slash of good looks in his youth coming out the door behind the wheel.
From the way his clothes Muna can recognize him, that they are rich people. Muna is very familiar with how much the car they use. Even Muna has also memorized which shoes are in the discount box and which are really original. Especially from the pattern of clothing motifs used. Really classy.
Now the two guests have stood perfectly towards the house of ambu. Asep and Ambu seemed to follow from behind the couple.
Muna's heart almost fell on her, as Muna's eyes rubbed against the back-haired woman who walked over to her standing.
Muna did appear to be standing, but she did not feel grounded on earth. Why Muna felt like she was facing a mirror, when her body was right in front of the woman who had just arrived.
"Mona. Monalisa. Oooo, am I dreaming?" The woman without permission had surrounded Muna's limpid body in disbelief with an impromptu attack for her.
A few minutes Muna let herself be in the arms of women and men she did not know at all. But slowly Muna's movement in the arms hinted that he asked to be released.
The sudden link was broken by itself. With wet eyes the woman has now properly removed Muna and reached into her own bag.
The woman then offered a few photos of a little blue-eyed baby. There is a photo of the baby sleeping, there is also being in his lap, there was when the baby's eyes are sticky so that the blue eyes are very clearly visible. And the next photo is a photo of a baby in a basket whose chest is draped in a necklace with a heart, in two versions. So when it opens there is this MH shit in it.
Muna reflexes reached into his neck. Where's there the necklace that once told Babe never to be taken off, always wear it anywhere.
Muna knows, even often open the lid of a heart-shaped pendant in which there is this MH shit it. Muna did not mind anything, was not her name Muna Hidayatullah. So naturally he thought he was wearing a pendant with MH initials.
"Monalisa Hildimar. You are my son... It's mama son. In your body flows our blood. 9 months you are in my womb, but only 3 months God allows you to take care of you. Sorry ... Forgive us for acting rashly. Ampuuni us." The woman's true speech similar to Muna's was crying and had even slumped to Muna's feet.
Muna shock is amazing. His chest rumbled uncontrollably upon hearing the confession of a woman who looked very much like him.
But Muna immediately grabbed the hand that was holding her, pulling so that now the body of the two back parallel to face.
"Sorry ladies and gentlemen. Muna doesn't mean anything to you." Muna firmly and without a second blinked her eyes looked meaninglessly at the woman who even now claimed to be her father and mother.
"Call talk on jero."
(We'd better talk inside). Invite Ambu in a friendly manner while rubbing his slightly puffy eyes after seeing the dramatic scene in front of them.
They all stepped into the big house.
Not with Muna.
He would rather approach Asep. Who had seen and heard all their talk.
"Acse.. Seps. Can you borrow your hape?" Muna took the initiative to contact Kevin and his parents.
Seriate....
Sorry if I guessed wrong.
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