Pursuing Love Om Duda
The departure of Faris

Tasya walking must have approached the table where there were still Mey, Gibran and Wilona. He brushed off the trail of his tears violently. Then replace it with a smile as sweet as possible.

"Gib, take a walk. King seems to be getting bored here all the time. You bring a car, right?" Take it to the guy. Mey who heard that looked at Tasya full of probing. He knew something happened to his stepson.

"Tar at home I'm telling you, I need peace now." Whisper Tasya as he sits on the chair back.

"Okay." Reply Mey.

"Yuk, I'm still not satisfied playing with King, I brought a car. Take a walk, Boy." Gibran looks so excited. Lifting the fat baby into the air. Of course King liked it and laughed cheerfully. At the same time Alex rejoined.

"Where are you going, My boy? Let Papa take it around. Come on, I'm the big one, right?" Pinta Gibran's. He also changed his calling so I'm you. Tasya could only smile and nod. Gibran laughed happily and immediately took King away from there.

Alex tightened his jaw when he saw that. He felt unwilling Gibran to be Papa to connect for his son.

Tasya put her things in the bag. "Mey, I'll go first, okay? Sorry I couldn't wait until noon. Kasian King if it stays here, it'll get hot on him." Pamit Tasya who actually insinuated Alex.

"Oh yes, say the same Buk Neny I said. Tell me I have important business. I was Gibran first, right? See you, Mom." Tasya kissed Mey's cheek before leaving from there.

Tasya. Mey looked at Alex with a wry smile. "Lo believe these words? The regret comes at the end." Mey laughed crisply after saying that. And a second later changed the appearance of the waves to cold.

"Wil, wait in the car." Tell Alex to Wilona.

"But...."

"Now." Resolute Alex.

"OKs. Don't be long." Ketus Wilona is straight from there.

Alex looked at Mey with a serious look. "Mey, I'd like to apologize directly to you. I know all my mistakes, I'm a jerk, I...."

"What do you really want to talk about, huh?" Cut Mey.

Alex breathed heavily. "Gw wants to fix everything, I want to deket same King. I didn't get a confession from King. But I'm mrsel, Mey. Gw nyesel since the incident lo nyerang gw, even I still want the accusations I lontarin for Tasya. I'm so sorry, Mey."

"There's no point in lo niesel now, brother. Tasya has passed the difficult time in advance. Maybe I used to and Tasya hoped you would come and apologize in person. Lo ngakuin in front of my husband if you are pregnant with Tasya. But you're missing." Mey shed her tears. Alex who saw that was about to grab Mey's hand. But Mey quickly refused.

"Lo know what Brother is? For now my husband doesn't know who King's real father is. I sinned because I hid all this. But I love Tasya. He doesn't want his Daddy to know, he's still protecting your good name after what you did to him. Her love for elo was huge, and elo broke her heart to pieces." Mey touched his forehead. Actually, he was unable to tell me more. But he was already very furious with the nature of Alex cemen.

"Eight months he's humming your son, don't you think for eight months he's all right. No, he's suffering from you know. Gw who saw for himself how hard he went through the times he craved. He used to cry every night just because he wanted to see Elo. He's a pendem all alone." Mey's defense collapsed. He was crying so hard.

Alex felt guilty. "Yes, gw...."

"Gw is not finished, brother. You also have to know, Tasya almost died at the birth of King. He's bleeding heavily, because he's had a blood clotting disorder. Luckily, God still gives him a chance to live. Caring for King to this size. So I beg you, don't be selfish to get King's custody when Tasya chooses someone else to be a father. Let him be happy with his own choices. Salah lo yourself because nyiain a girl as good as him, also throw King that way."

Alex rubbed his face violently. The man looked really frustrated. But he realized, he did not deserve himself to expect Tasya or King to be his.

"Now it's up to you, brother. If you want to fix everything, you say the same he's fine. But don't ever make him, naturally. I'm sure he won't stop you from seeing King."

Alex looked at Mey with sadness. "Gw just wants the same deck as my son, Mey. I won't disturb Tasya's life. I'm self-aware, Mey. I'm the one who ruined his future."

Mey sighed furiously, looking at Alex full of pity. "Lo this nonsense is good as he deh, I can not help you if King's problem. Salah lo himself because it used to deny the presence of King. You were conscious the day after, from the womb of whoever King was born. You have to take responsibility. Now you're the one who's messed up yourself, right?"

Alex grabbed his own hair. "Gw sinned terribly, Mey. I once asked Tasya to make King fallout. Gw nyel."

"Free now, King has been born and grown into a pinter child. Lucky he doesn't know anything, don't know if he's got a fucking father like lo." Mey smiled bitterly. Tasya's problem is not easy.

Both were silent for quite a while.

"Mey, thank you for telling me the same story. I won't bother Tasya, I promise. He deserves to be happy. I go home first, Nyokap already waiting."

"Hm." Mey nodded.

"Gw said it was with Buk Neny, thanks for you." Alex went to Neny's Buk. Mey chose to stay there. Sometimes he sighed, thinking about all the problems of his friend and stepson's life.

"Gw hope you're happy always, yes. Anyone who will be your future, I hope he can understand every situation lo and happyin lo of course."

****

In the car, Tasya continued to smile as she saw Gibran holding King while driving. The puffed-up baby looked happy and continued to babble.

"Buzzz.." King's mouth was filled with saliva because the baby did not want to be silent and kept shouting happily.

"It looks like he really likes to play cars, you never take it like this, huh?" Ask Gibran who deliberately drove the car slowly. He did not want to waste time with his beloved woman.

"Gw can't take him for a walk like this." Tasya answered, staring at King guiltily.

"No papa, tar gw who will be diligent bring King road. Do you feel it?"

"What flavor?"

Tasya laughed funnyly hearing that. "So you have a little family? Okay, let's just say we're a little family."

Gibran smiled broadly. "Gw hope in the future we can continue. I fell in love with the puffer, My baby boy."

Tasya was stunned to hear that.

If Alex were in this position, I would be very happy. Tasya was shocked. Ck, why do I remember him again? I'm learning to accept Gibran. He was the first gentleman I ever knew. He even wanted to accept King without taking issue with his status.

"Geek."

"Hm?" Gibran glanced at Tasya with his distinctive smile.

"Lo really want to marry me?" Tasya asked with a serious look.

Gibran pulled over his car, staring at Tasya. "Gw said, I'm serious about you. If you want to, I want to marry you as soon as possible. I don't want anyone else to take you first, Shay. I don't want to." Honest Gibran.

"Gib, sorry if I'm impressed to benefit you or make you runaway. But I have no intention. I want to recover from the pain that I have been pendem. I need someone to make medicine, I'm tired, Gib. I want to move on." Tasya shed her tears. He could no longer control his pain.

Gibran let out a heavy sigh. "Gw never felt you benefitin gw, Sya. I don't care if you want to do something or what it is. The important thing is that I can continue on your side and make you happy. We can raise King together. I'm sure your love will grow by itself." Gibran convinced Tasya's heart. That he never messed around.

"Why are you so good with me, Gib?"

"Because I love you, yes."

Tasya stared at Gibran for a long time, looking for a trace of furore in the man's eyes. But the man was too honest, until he could not find the slightest doubt there.

"What proof do you want to believe in? If I really love Elo. Anything I'm gonna do to make you believe."

"Bubuzzz...." Tasya and Gibran were shocked when they heard King's large voice. The baby continued banging the steering wheel as if asking Gibran to drive his car again.

Then the two laughed together to see the cuteness of King. "Who's son is a big pinter?" Gibran sat King on the steering wheel. Then kiss King's puffer cheek in a fit of rage.

"Mommy dong's son, isn't it darling?" Tasya rubbed King's head affectionately. The puffed-up baby screamed as if he understood Mommy's words.

"Yes, to my house? I want to know you and Mamah. Want huh?"

Tasya looked at Gibran with a strange look. It made the man feel anxious that Tasya would refuse.

"Ok, come on." Tasya answered with a big smile. Gibran looked at Tasya almost in disbelief.

"Seriously you want to? Meet Mamah Iw?"

Tasya nodded enthusiastically. "Gw also wants to know Nyokap lo. I'm sure he's good, right? His son is also good. Although you used to bully me often."

"Ck, it's been said I bully lo because I don't know how to make deket same elo. You used to be very diem, pas udan know the barbarians aja lo so gini." Said Gibran who managed to get a plot from Tasya.

"Lo don't forget, Mey is Mamud. You can't tell me she's a barbarian anymore." Upset Tasya.

"Sorry, so I call the barbarian Mamud dong? Funny too, huh?"

"Ck, ah don't talk about Mamud gw. Kasian tar her sprain. He said to take me to Elo's house. Come on, I'm ready."

"Who is a ghost, right?"

"Ih. Don't joke Gib. Come on the way." Tasya whine hit the man's arm.

"Patience, Honey. Nih King same lo aja, let me cepet gw nyirnya." Gibran gave King to Tasya. But the baby was crying.

"Eh, how about a cry? Don't want to be carried by Mommy anymore, do you? It's got Om Gibran." Tasya hugged King and rubbed his back.

"To Om anyway, Sya? Papa dong, King should get used to calling me Papa." Gibran Protest.

"Ck, just a moment if it's done."

"Well, so you got me?"

"Gib... when is the sap if you keep talking?" It was regretful that Tasya was actually embarrassed.

"Well, the one who drives my hand, the one who pinched the gas leg. Mouth's still idle, Shay."

"Eh, yes?"

"Ck, just this time I've found you lola kayak gini."

"Gib! I was angry for a long time." Pissed Tasya who was greeted with laughter by Gibran. Then the luxury car owned by Gibran also quickly split the streets of the city.