Under the Black Umbrella
You're different people

The clock has shown twenty-thirty at night.

Ghavi was laying down his weak body on the sofa in the middle room. Occasionally, a whirring or grimacing sound is heard.

" Oh ..., aoww! Slow down, Mom, sick!" he groaned at Bu Yoyon who was kneeling his legs that felt cramping because of too long standing during the funeral this afternoon.

" Yes! Inu has also been made as smart as possible," replied Bu Yoyon smiling.

"Non Ghavi shouldn't go soaking, so it's not like this."

" Audududuhhh ...!" ringis Ghavi again.

" What's your leg, Vi?!"

Handy's voice shocked the employer's maid and granddaughter who were on the massage.

" You, why did you come in? What are you doing here?!" pekik Ghavi.

He immediately got up from the fall and sat down beside Bu Yoyon.

" It was Mr. Yoyon who opened the door" Handy replied casually.

" Please sit down, Den!"

Bu Yoyon told him to come in and sit down.

Without being ordered twice, the man immediately dropped his body on the sofa opposite the girl was.

" I just want to see your condition after this afternoon" he said.

" I also want to straighten out the unfinished thing earlier."

" There is nothing to discuss and straighten out, so you can go home now" Ghavi said.

She let Ms. Yoyon go back, even though her massage was not finished.

He himself got up to go to his room on the top floor. However, before that happened, Handy had walked up to him and stomped Ghavi's body back to sit down.

" Sit down!" the orders are a little harsh.

" I must keep explaining it to you with or without your consent. I don't want misunderstandings to continue between the two of us, Vi," he said softly.

Ghavi held his hand to convince the girl.

" I really have nothing to do with that woman. Even we only met once yesterday when you saw him."

Handy tried to give her alibi.

" I also don't know if there will be a woman at the meeting yesterday. Really am! If you don't want me to be close to him again, tomorrow I can cancel our cooperation contract" he added.

" No, no!" sergeant Ghavi fast.

" why? You don't want me to be around him anymore, do you?!"

" No, not like that! Me, I'm just a little disappointed in you that's all. I thought you couldn't accompany me shopping because you were busy. But, to be honest, yesterday's incident made me misunderstand" Ghavi said.

" I shouldn't have accused you of that. In fact, even if the truth is so, I have no right, right?!"

He looked at Handy's eyes with a sad feeling. I don't know why the girl was sad. Could it be that he had already begun to be comfortable beside Handy?!

Moreover, since their departure with Miss three days ago Handy treated her very kindly and gently.

In fact, all this time the man looks a little stiff, even tends to be cold to him, although he is still willing to accept the matchmaking.

" Vi, believe me, I can't possibly do all that to you. Because, "

Handy didn't finish the sentence. Instead, he squeezed Ghavi's fingers into his grasp.

" I like you. I want to marry you at the request of Grandpa Herman's late father" he said honestly.

Ghavi glared in disbelief at what he heard. He looked at Handy with a peeking look.

Handy nodded twice wanting to reassure her feelings for the young girl in front of her.

" Yes! I've liked you since the first time I saw you at the change. At that time I was the first time to become a donor there," he explained.

" I'm not sure how I feel. Because there's no way I like the ABG who just sat in ninth grade, right?! But that feeling keeps coming up every time I see you."

" But I've never seen you before. I just felt like the first time I saw the reading of grandfather's will at that time" said Ghavi confused.

" That's because three years ago I wasn't what I am now" Handy replied quickly.

"You remember that gondrong guy who wore a leather jacket who helped you when you almost fell for being pushed by the orphanage kids?!" tanya Handy reminded.

" I remember! At that time I almost fell because of the many children who scrambled to hug me. Fortunately there was a leather jacketed gondrong man who helped me. So I didn't fall" Ghavi said, recalling the incident about three years ago.

" But I haven't been able to thank him yet, he's gone first" she said.

Suddenly the girl realized something and ...

" Where did you know all that? Do you know him? So, what does that person have to do with you?" cecar Ghavi is curious.

How did Handy know that?

" Because that person is me" I smiled.

" Oohh!" Ghavi ber 'oh' long.

" Wait! Whatt?!!"

Ghavi was shocked to hear the confession of the man who had been holding his hand since.

" Sir?!" ganged Handy's hand until detached.

Handy pointed at him with her hands trembling a little inexplicably.

" That weird guy?!" point at.

Shoved his head in disbelief.

" Heh, you freak?!"

Handy scrunched her forehead.

" But I'm not sure it was Dad. Nah! You're different people," she didn't believe.

" The Gondrong used to look bad, but he was friendly and sweet. Cheap smile anyway. Not like Father."

Ghavi noticed Handy's appearance from hair to shoes.

" Daddy's hair look is ok, neatly dressed, shoes are also shiny. But ...,"

Ghavi hesitated to continue his sentence.

" But what?!" ask Handy curiously.

" The father is seen more often as a judge than as friendly. His smile was stingy, too," he continued holding his breath seeing Handy's unreadable reaction.

" What did you say?!!" her wrath restrained.

" Judes and stingy smile," repeated Ghavi and prepared to run away evading Handy's sharp gaze.

But, not yet had the girl shuffled, her arms back blocked and pulled hard until Ghavi fell sitting on Handy's lap.

" Try you to repeat again" Handy told Ghavi.

" No!"

Ghavi. There was a sense of unease in the lap of the adult male. There was also a hint of fear at Handy's cat-like facial expression watching the prey and ready to pounce on it.

" Basic bunk!" his grunts a few seconds later.

His ferocious facial expression softened instantly.

" Down! Just sitting on my lap."

Ghavi was taken and sat next to him. The hair of the girl's shoulder was rumbling.

" Uh!"

Ghavi was fixated on receiving Handy's treatment which was completely unexpected and unexpected.

The girl was not out of thought with the behavior of Handy who was sometimes indifferent, sometimes friendly, sometimes also looks warm and easy to joke. But not infrequently also behave haughty and cold. His attitude changed as if he had a dual personality.

" The father who played pull, the father also grumbled," he murmured softly.

" I heard it, dear," said Handy without seeing Ghavi's red-flagged face holding in shame.

His hand was busy typing something on the flat object he had just taken from his semi-material pants pocket that read the notification sign of the incoming message.

" Hm!"

Handy took a long breath. His gaze shifted from the phone towards his little girl who was looking down.

" Vi, we have to go home early in the morning" he said, trying to calm down.

" Please go home first! I still want another day here" Ghavi said.

" But you also have to come home with me" he replied firmly.

His attitude turned flat again.

" Eh, why?!" ask Ghavi wonder.

Actually the girl wants another day in Jakarta. He was not satisfied to meet with Liana to vent.

" Just Harry told me, you fell in the bathroom and went to the hospital."

There was a sense of sadness in his sentence.

" Oh!" pekik Ghavi was shocked.

" But Om Rudi is okay, right?"

" Brain blood vessels ruptured. Dad had a stroke. Harry said you wanted to meet us. There's something to say, he said."

" Oh!"

Ghavi smothered his mouth which was again suffocated.

Ghavi's bad premonition immediately appeared immediately upon hearing Om Rudi wanted to talk to him and Handy.

The girl recalled her late grandfather asking her to meet him to talk about something shortly after experiencing severe shortness of breath before dying.

" All right! Tomorrow morning I'll come home" Ghavi finally said.

" Ok! Ask Mr. Yoyon to take you to my place first thing tomorrow morning. Now I have to go home and get my business done here as soon as possible" Handy broke up as she left Ghavi's house.

" Be careful! Don't speed!"

Ghavi who followed him up to the terrace reminded.

" Hm!" handy muttered entered the car and immediately sped away after starting the car engine.

" May my bad premonition not come true" muttered Ghavi.

Ghavi slowly entered the house and locked the door.

" Who, which Den Handy, Non?!" asked Bu Yoyon confused.

In his hand was a tray of drinks and snacks. The woman looked for Handy's whereabouts but was not found.

" Home home, Mom!" answer Ghavi limp.

" Sorry! Mom took a little while to fry these bananas and yams first. I thought he'd be here a long time, '" he explained.

" It's okay, Mom! Mr. Handy is in a hurry. He just got word of his father going to the hospital" Ghavi replied.

He also told Om Rudi to Bu Yoyon. The girl also told about her premonition and told about her return tomorrow morning.

" Oh, so! All right, Non Ghavi be careful, yeah! Let's just hope Non's premonition isn't right," comforted Bu Yoyon patting his little master's shoulder gently lovingly.

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