Pursuing the Duplicate Love of My Wife
20. Homeless grandpa

"Sandi, do you know when this photo was taken?" joe asked when he was in the car.

His car drove towards the road home and Sandi was the one driving. He was behind with Robert. The boy was still asleep in his arms.

"What photo, sir?" Sandi turned her head back for a moment, then looked at the piece of photo that Joe showed. "Oh, that was yesterday, sir, when Adek Robert went to Ms. Syifa's house" he replied.

"Pake hape who? Robert says he can't take hape in school."

"Wear my hape, yesterday Adek Robert had time to borrow."

"Is there still a picture of him?" ask Joe.

"Still." Sandi nodded her head.

"Send it to me, San."

"Well, sir, when we get home."

"Yes." Yeah." Joe nodded slowly, then put the photo back into his son's pocket. "Oh yeah, San, one more. I want to ask you a favor."

"Please what, sir?"

"Hire someone to make my wife a poster. Continued to spread to some areas. The whole of Indonesia when necessary" Joe said.

What he did was try to find a new Robert Mommy, because for him Syifa was not his match.

"Poster what does that mean? Like some kind of missing person?" Sandi looks confused by Joe's request. "But, sir, I'm sorry, your wife passed away 7 years ago."

"Yes, sort of for the missing. But later you make it look for a duplicate of my wife, so look for a woman who looks like Sonya's late house" Joe explained.

"Oh. If I had met how? Do you want to marry?"

"I want to know him first, if it's appropriate, I'll marry him. But the important point is that his religion must be Christian, yes, San," Joe explained.

"Yes, sir," replied Sandi with a nod to health. "But that means you write your number too, yes, on the poster?"

"Just your number, San, my number has been scattered a lot in the sosmed. I'll get dizzy later" said Joe. "If there is already, you make sure it is true or not that the person looks like my wife. Only then did you tell me. But calm down .. This is different from your salary as a driver."

"Ready, sir." Sandi nodded quickly. Speaking of money, he must be very passionate.

"San .. Try to stop first!" joe's command when looking towards the window.

Right on the side of the road, there was a homeless grandfather who was sitting next to a big tree. Next to the old man was a sack, but what Joe noticed was that he was rubbing his neck. Looks like she's thirsty.

"What do you want, sir?" tanya Sandi was confused, but she stopped her car immediately.

"That, grandpa was a pity. I think he's hungry and thirsty" Joe said as he got out of the car.

"Grandfather?!" Sandi's forehead frowned. He looked to the right and left. The streets were deserted, and there was no Grandpa Joe meant. "Which grandfather, anyway?"

Now, Sandi sees Joe crouching on the side of the road, with Robert still asleep in his arms.

"Grandfather, why? Are laper equally thirsty?" joe asked, looking at my grandfather's face.

His skin was white and already very wrinkled. He was wearing a long white robe and a white peci, but his cape and pecans looked perfectly clean. Like new clothes.

"Yes, I'm so thirsty" he replied, nodding. His voice sounded hoarse and like it was stuck. Probably because of the dry throat.

"No, son." She shook her head. "I just need water. Do you have any?" Back, the old grandfather touched his own neck.

"Sepent ...." Joe stood up, his feet stepped towards the car and then knocked on the glass at the position where Sandi was. The man inside lowered his glass.

"Sir, come on up. People are no one," said Sandi invites.

"Nobody what, anyway? Your eyes are blind, aren't you, San?" scold Joe who is not in thought. There was clearly a grandfather who looked helpless. "Hurry to get a bottle of water that is still sealed and unseal it" he said later.

Sandi directly bowed down to the seat beside her. There's a cardboard mineral water in there. Soon, he took one. Then unseal and give it to Joe.

"I'm not blind, sir, but there really are no Grandpa-grandparents" Sandi said as she looked towards where Joe had been crouching.

However, the boss ignored him. Joe walked back to Grandpa. Who still sits weakly there.

"Here's the water, drink first, Cake," Joe said as he crouched down and held out a bottle of water.

The grandfather grabbed it, then downed the bottle until the toilet was not left. "Thank you, thank you very much, son," he said later.

"Either. Grandpa's coming with me, we're eating at the restaurant," Joe asked as he reached for Grandpa's hand. But the man pulled his hand out.

"No need, son. This is enough" he refused. The grandfather also opened the sack that had been beside his body, then took a black-colored crackle bag that had no idea what it contained. "Take this, for you. But it won't be when we get home, will it?" He put the crack in Joe's hand.

"What's it, then, Cake?" joe asked astonished as he looked at the crackle.

"Tools to take you to get a new wife and certainly for your next life, son," he replied, which sounded ambiguous. Seen now Joe frowned. Slowly—kakek was rubbing the head of Joe's hair gently, then rumbling whether to read what, because the slow horn until Joe can not hear. Then, he switched to stroking Robert's head hair. "Don't forget to take your son to the hospital, and hopefully he'll get well soon, huh? Don't come with her mother."

"Mother's parents? Meaning how?" joe asked confusedly.

The old man again sounded ambiguous.

"Just obey what I say, son, because it's good for you."

"But my son is not sick, Cake." Joe stared at Robert, who was still asleep. "I must also go to the hospital and ...." Joe's words immediately hang while staring back at the Grandpa. But the problem here is that he no longer exists. The sack doesn't even exist. "Where is the old man going?"

"Sir! Come home! I'm afraid of it." Password got out of his car, then pulled Joe's arm up to make him stand up.

"San, is Grandpa missing? Where the hell is he?" her tanyanya was confused while holding her leg, before Sandi took her into the car. He turned to the right and left, looking for the grandfather.

"There are no Grandpa-grandpa here, sir, you have been talking to yourself since," said Sandi with a feather sitting immediately standing up.

In a hurry, he pulled Joe into the car, after which it was his turn to go in and drive the car again. This time it's a little tight.

"What is it yourself? That guy was like Grandpa-grandpa, San." Joe looks confused, let alone hear the words of Sandi earlier.

"Oath to Allah, I don't see Grandparents. You just hallucinated it times."

"That hallucination was you, San. Obviously he was there. And he loves this to me." Joe raised his right hand, which was still holding the crackle that grandfather had given him.

Sandi looked at the boss from the windshield of the car. "That's the plastic you picked up on the street. Just open it, it must be garbage."

"Well, what rubbish?!" Although the grandfather had asked him to open when he arrived home, in fact Joe did not obey. Because he himself felt curious plus Sandi also spoke strangely according to him.

But when it opened, he actually felt confused.....

...Come on guess what it is 🤭...