The One More Chance
Ara

"Don't forget to stop by the boy's house, don't waste the child's potential to become a successful person." Abra sighed remembering that sentence.

The scorching sun made him grimace, it was fitting that the island he was on now was the island producing the most salt, the scorching sun that stung so stinging the skin.

"i've borrowed a car, the owner of the car who wants to drive because we're new here." Ares.

Abra just nodded. He let Ares walk ahead of him. Ares and his father were clients that he had to meet in Surabaya, even though he had served as a director of all his movements as if monitored by his grandfather.

In the middle of a projector screen meeting suddenly displays the face of his grandfather who asked him to meet the child he had met first, even asking Ares to take him.

And this is where they are now, they have to use airplanes to shorten time.

Not only because the child has the potential to be a successful child, but Abra believes there are other reasons that make her grandfather insistent so that the child can be a scholarship, he even threatened to get out of the hospital again to meet the child directly.

"School High School 1 here," the car owner he rented stopped his car in front of the school. "I'm waiting here or am I going inside?."

"No need to leave me alone" Abra refused to open the exit of the car.

Abra began to walk into the school, a school that is not so luxurious does not even include a school. The building, which only has one floor, does not have a sports hall, only has a sports field that now has students who still play basketball.

Abra reads the writing on every door of the room until she finds the room she was looking for, the Principal's room.

The principal was still in his room with reading glasses perched on his nose.

"excuse me... Assalamu'alaikum".

"wa'alaikumsalam," said the headmaster standing open the door of his room even wider. "What do I need to help you with?.:

Abra rolled her hand. "I am Abraham, one of the sponsors of several competitions that have been participated by the father's students."

The headmaster returned Abra's hand politely. "Oh yes sir, I'm the principal here. Nice to meet you, how can I help you?."

The headmaster greeted him so politely, that Abra smiled trying to be polite.

"I came here to see a student named Adam Regan or Rehan."

"Oh ... Regan," The principal immediately smiled widely. "It looks like he's gone home because there was a school meeting all the students were sent home, accommodation a message to Regan's mother. So the boy's permission to go home first with his mother, what if my father directly deliver to Regan's house?."

"no sir," Abra refused. "I'm asking for the address, because I'm also with a real friend here."

"then let me talk to your friend directly".

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"Absite ...." Zahra called Regan from the kitchen.

Slowly Regan approached him with a motor key in hand. "Where else is it?" Ask lirih.

Since then he has twice come out to deliver cake orders for various events.

Zahra smiled at him, although Regan's face was always flat she knew exactly what Regan was feeling. "Arz tired huh?" Regan's head shook. "Sorry yes mbak ika enter the morning now so can not help Mother, why also Mother's order today is a lot."

Regan's grunt was beside him. "A lot of grumbling orders, a little bit of grumbling orders," Regan nagged. "Who are you going to get us to?" Ask again.

Zahra's naughtiness made Regan turn her head. "To the hospital mbak ika ya, said mbak ika want to wait in the lobby dear."

Having the son of an Adam Regan Zerous was a blessing to him. From a small Regan always makes him proud of everything, whether it's from achievement, and also his understanding of their condition.

Every time Regan wins the race she gives the money she receives for him, but Zahra always keeps Regan's money for Regan's future. Because he knew that he could not afford to pay for Regan to attend a university. If Regan attended the usual University, Zahra felt a waste of the intelligence God had given her son.

Tok tok....

Zahra's hand kneading the flour stopped. He is lazy if he is working on something to stop before it is finished. Attempting to ignore her usual behavior, Zzhra returned to the flour in front of her.

Tok tok...

Zahra sighed twice that man had knocked on the door of his house, forced him to leave his job and walk open the door of the house.

"A ...."

Zahra's throat was blocked.

He was silent, even his chest seemed to be squeezed into something so that it made him tight. Even the person in front of him was silent as well, staring at Zahra so closely. He stared at Zahra from head to toe many times.

Zahra's hand clasped the doorknob tightly, holding her strong enough to stand. Especially refraining from doing things that he does not want to do at this time.

"Nature ...." Panggi the man in front of him softly.

Zahra clutching the doorknob. A call that he had not heard for a dozen years, a call that seemed to make him dragged into the past that he tried hard to forget.

Regan's motorbike stopped at Zahra's courtyard.

"Mother, I just met you on the street so...."

Regan's sentence stopped when he saw someone in a neat suit standing right in front of Zahra. He turned off his engine and walked up to them to see who his mother's guests were.

Seen face from the side of Regan's brain immediately worked, she quickly stood beside her Mother and clasped her hands tightly.

"Mother," call Regan make their gazes both disconnected and turn to look at Regan together.

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