The After One Night Mistake
Last hope

"What do you mean you suddenly want to talk about my former secretary?" el-barack asked shortly after he and Boril reached the main balcony of the Mansion. Four years on, she's even stranger to the name, Aina Caroline.

Both eyes Boril glanced right left to monitor the situation, then slowly he stepped back to his position parallel to El Barack. "I'm sorry, sir. For the past four years I've been monitoring Miss Aina through my man."

El Barack looked at him with a confused face. "Why are you monitoring him? Is he a suspect in a case or has he committed a crime?"

The disturbing feeling came back to haunt Boril. Because for four years he has kept the secret itself, so that the employer focus on undergoing treatment and not burdened.

The conversation between Antonio and El Barack made Boril more confident to reveal everything he had saved so far. He tried to catch his breath before continuing.

"Ehm, actually .. four years ago I saw Miss Aina coming out of the apartment building where you live with a disheveled appearance." Boril goes on to explain everything in detail.

If Boril could only assume, now he had hard evidence to justify the incident. He spoke without hesitation, hoping that there would be one last hope for Alexander's family.

After hearing the assistant's explanation, El Barack could not speak, slowly he retreated to sit on a sofa on the balcony. "So that day, me and him ...."

"Yes, Sir. During these four years Miss Aina raised her own son for being chased away by her sister. For four years I went back and forth between Melbourne and Indonesia just to make sure they were okay."

"Why are you telling me now!" El Barack exclaimed, he rubbed his face violently while trying to twist the memories of the past. Yes, all that was left in his memory was a plain and hardworking Aina.

"I'm sorry, sir. A month after arriving in Melbourne you are diagnosed with cancer, how can I further add to the burden of your mind. If you want to punish or punish"

"My earrings are there." Cut El Barack. "I have to make sure myself that, that child really is my flesh and blood." El Barack stood up from his seat. "Why are you daydreaming, come on."

"Bright, sir." Boril could only bow, then stepped away following El Barack from behind. Although he felt relieved to have revealed everything, but there was one thing that Boril was afraid of, the possibility of El Barack who would take Aina's child forcibly.

The journey to Aina's residence will take time, let alone it's already night. But all that did not dampen the wishes of El Barack, because Aina was his last hope.

***

A little boy dragged his beloved doll towards the kitchen with a sad look on his face. Arriving at the kitchen doorway he stopped his steps, looking at a woman who seemed to be busy struggling with groceries. "Ma, Al lapal."

"Al, you're awake, son." The woman turned her head with a smile looking at the son. Aina Caroline is a single parent who takes on the role of Mom and Dad at the same time. "Mama's fried nuggets for you, wait a minute."

Deftly Aina took the rice and also the chicken nuggets she had prepared for the son. At four o'clock in the morning she was awake, frying risol mayo and other wet cakes.

For four years now he has chosen to sell cakes, which were originally shipped to shops and have received quite a lot of orders. From the proceeds of selling cakes he can finance his life and the son.

"It's food. Al, sit in front of the TV first yes, Mama is still fried risol, later Mama catches up." Aina patted slowly on the son's shoulder.

Aina looked at the son from a distance. It had been a long time, but every time he saw Alvian his heart was always full. He immediately wiped away the tears and continued his activity of frying the risol.

***

"This, Ma. Total order 40y risol, I give you two more bonuses, thank you very much." Aina gave a plastic containing risol to her customers who were waiting for her on the front porch.

"Bye-sama, Ai. My office friends are addicted to your homemade mayo risol, next month there is an event, I will definitely order the cake with you." The woman was seen looking at the risol in the plastic bag.

"Tante, eat insol teyus," said Al who suddenly came from behind Aina. "Kan Mama's cake many others co-" Al could not continue his speech because his mouth was fixed by the mother.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Al is a little chatty." Aina sighed softly. Because the son is always familiar with his customers. Although people think Al is funny, but Aina still feels bad.

"Haha, it's okay, Ai. Just now I want Al to go where, kok tumben does not appear." The mother took out a hundred thousand bills as much as two pieces. "This is for the 120 thousand risol, the rest love this handsome boy yes."

"Thank you, good aunt," said Alvian, showing his best smile. Sometimes Aina felt bad for the customers who were so kind to her son.

"It's okay, Mom. That's too much, let me take the change for a second." Aina immediately stepped inside the house to secure the change. But unfortunately when he came back out, the mother was no longer there.

"False, Ma. The aunt was too late," said Al when he saw the mother came in a hurry.

"Huuft, again Mama can't resist." Aina gently rubbed the head of Al. "Then we put the money in your piggy bank yuk."

"Boyeh," said Al enthusiastically. When you want to enter the house. Al and Aina stop their steps when they see a luxury car entering the yard. "Ma, is that Ma's capa?"

"Mama doesn't know." Aina still looked relaxed until a second later, her face started to stiffen. Yes, from a few meters away from the terrace he saw a formally dressed man get out of the car.

Who else if not El Barack Alexander. He opened the sunglasses that covered both of his dark netra, looked at Aina as well as Al as he continued to step closer with Boril.

Panic started to hit Aina, she wanted to run inside and lock the door. But his body felt stiff, unable to move. How could it be, why could he come here, Inner Aina.

El Barack's steps stopped right in front of Aina. He glanced at the boy who was looking at him boldly. I don't even need a DNA test. Everything in this little boy was really similar to me. Inner El Barack.

El Barack turned back to see Aina. The curvature of the smile was now clearly depicted on that masculine face. "Long time no see, secretary Ai."

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