Under the Black Umbrella
Fainted

Ghavi, Risa and Aksan were finally welcome.

" What do you need with my dad?!" ask Harry in curiosity.

He did not think that it turned out that his father knew the student he had just taught in recent months who happened to be known at that time.

" I came here to give this up."

Ghavi is not as formal as Risa although they are both students. That's because Harry and Ghavi got to know him earlier. Their meeting was not so good. Plus Harry asks her for friendship and asks her to call him a name.

Ghavi handed Harry the brown envelope he was holding. Harry accepted it and flipped through the envelope without any intention of opening it.

Harry's mother appeared from inside the house accompanied by a maid carrying a tray.

" Please drink, sorry nothing special," she said as the maid put down a few cups of hot tea and a snack.

The middle-aged woman had already changed her clothes with a knee-length short-sleeved maroon dress. It looks simple but elegant. At least when compared with the negligee earlier, now the way of dress looks more polite to welcome distant guests who never expected.

" So you're Umar's daughter?" ask again to make sure.

Actually, he asked when he was at the door.

" Yes, Aunt. I am Ghavina Putri Umar, the only daughter of Umar Wicaksono," Ghavi stressed his father's name so that the woman who is now sitting right in front of him believes.

"Oh, you're a big man apparently. The last time I saw you was six years ago, at your father's funeral. You were thirteen years old if not wrong" said Aunt Rudi.

Call it that. Ghani does not know his name.

The funeral time of his father was not so focused on his father's mourners. He was too late in his grief that his father had just left behind.

" I'm sorry, that time didn't come to your mother's attention. We arrived in California when we heard the news. And five days later when your father caught up with your mother, we were able to come. It just so happened that we just arrived in Jakarta."

"It's okay, Auntie. Sorry also at that time I did not welcome you well" Ghavi said regretfully.

" It's okay, Auntie understood, you must be grieving the departure of your parents" said Aunt Rudi smiling.

" I'm sorry, yeah. Far away you come but Om Rudi is not at home. But I'll be home soon, anyway. It was just a minute," he added.

" It's okay, Auntie. We can wait."

While Risa and Aksan only heard the chatter of Ghavi and the hostess.

" Where did you go, Mom? Why haven't you come home yet?" Harry broke the silence after a few minutes of silence they were busy with their minds and cell phones.

Not yet Aunty Rudi replied, the sound of the car stopped on the front page.

" It doesn't seem like Dad's car. Or ... " Aunte Rudi did not have time to finish his sentence once he saw the figure of a man opening the main door.

" Han, you're home, son," said Aunt Rudi, recognizing her figure.

" Mom misses you so much, baby. Why haven't you been home for so long?!" he continued while hugging the body of the man was full of longing.

The man called Han was just silently embraced by his mother.

Actually he was lazy, but seeing the many people in the room he was forced to return the hug.

Semantara Ghavi immediately turned his head as Aunt Rudi said Han. He was curious about Han's figure whose name sounded a little familiar in his ears.

His eyes glared at the sight of that cold, expressionless face standing in front of the door.

" Oh, my God!!!" pekik. His right hand closed its gaping mouth in shock.

" Kauu??!" Appoint Han to Ghavi so out of his mother's arms and see Grandpa Herman's granddaughter in front of him.

Ghavi opened his eyes in disbelief.

" So this is true of you? Uh, you mean, Mr Han?!" ghavi asked back a little nervously stared at so sharply.

" Sir Han?! So you know my sister too, Vi?!" Harry was no less surprised.

" Sister?!" tanya Ghavi flabbergasted.

" We actually met once" he said.

" Yes, she's older sister ...," Arry seemed hesitant to finish his sentence.

" He's my oldest brother" continued Harry as soon as he got a plot from his mother.

" Oh!"

Ghavi really did not expect, why this vast world feels so narrow in his eyes.

He still can't believe that Harry, the man he knew in his school, is Om Rudi's son. Plus now Mr. Han. The man was introduced by Mr. Lukman, his grandfather's lawyer as a permanent donor who now acquired his grandfather's light orphanage.

If Aunt Rudi called herself mother to Mr. Han and Harry called her brother, it means Mr. Han is also the son of Om Rudi who is in fact Harry's brother. Wait ...

Whaties??? Mr Han Om Rudi's son? Oh, my God, is he that kid? The child in the embrace of Om Rudi whom he saw photographed? So why did his father say he was an only child? And if it's true he's the boy, then ...

Ghavi can't think clearly anymore. His eyes are blurred. His head felt dizzy and cold sweat suddenly soaked his clothes.

Sayup-sayup she heard the call of Risa and Aksan who looked worried.

" Viii, Ghavi, wake up!" pekik Risa saw Ghavi sagging on the floor where he was sitting.

" Why are you, Vi, are you sick?!" aksan's last question he heard though was vague.

After that, he doesn't remember anything.

" Where am I?" muttered. Her temples felt heavy.

His eyes looked at the room that felt foreign to him.

" You're in Aunt Rudi's guest room, Vi. You suddenly fainted" answered Risa who had been waiting for her.

" Fainted?!"

Ghavi also tried to remember what happened to him why until he suddenly fainted.

" You passed out because you were hungry, you haven't eaten yet, have you?!" Risa.

" How long have I been unconscious?" tannya

" You're the stinger with all the sleep. Do you know how long you slept? Two hours more."

Risa raised her index and middle fingers.

" what?? That long?!"

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