Unknown Baby
Acting

"Assalamualaik."

"Girisham, Yuno?"

"Yes, Bun. Its me. Dad, Mommy, you're all healthy, right?"

"Thank God we are healthy. How are you there? Eating regularly isn't it?"

"Thank God, Bun. Here the food is delicious. Mother don't have to worry."

"You don't forget to pray, do you?" This time it was my father's voice.

"Yes, Dad. Yuno here always prayed."

"Bang Uno pan repeat. Ina kangen." The voice of his little brother.

Yuno wiped away her tears that were dripping just like that.

"Doain Bang Yuno can go home. Deck." Deck."

"We miss Bang Yuno." Kahfi followed.

The voices she missed for two months. Once again Yuno tried to look happy in front of them.

No matter how straight he was at the moment, his body was covered in bruises from Elja, not to mention his mental illness from Renold who expected him to be perfect. There was no more family warmth that he missed.

"Next week I'm going to America, school there. The family at the doain house I'm at home."

"Yes, anyway Yuno should be fine there. Dad's son is strong, pinter, fine. It'll be a success."

Once again Yuno's tears were dripping. Soon he's removed. The opportunity to listen to their voices was so rare. He cannot look sad.

"Aamiinu. Yuno shut it down, Dad. I'll have to send a letter there."

"Yes, you should always be healthy. It's cold, don't forget to take care of your health." The sound of the mother full of worry.

"Mother don't worry, I'm big. Take care of myself. I close first yes, wassalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

The phone was given to Elja. The woman with red lips wiped her phone before it was put in the bag.

"Thank you, Ma," Yuno said as she lowered her head.

"Ais a fucking kid. Eat up!" Elja throws dry bread to Yuno.  "Be careful if you do it again."

To be able to call his family in Lampung, he did not want to eat for two days until he was allowed to call. He knows that his family is worried, by calling and saying he is okay then the people he cares about will be more relieved.

Yuno picked up the bread on the floor, she ate it as promised. Good food? That only applies if there is a Renold. But unfortunately Renold wasn't always at home.

Once again Yuno wiped away her tears, she looked at the servant. They're bowing. Can't help a little against the oppression he's been through.

"Good." Yuno walked to her room on the second floor. This spacious and luxurious house is not at all comfortable.

Here he is just a tool, he said there are other children who used to be touted as heirs. But her stepmother treated her well. Very inversely related to it. She herself did not know why Elja hated herself so much.

Though Renold knew that he often beaten Elja. But the cold man did not say anything, like letting it happen. Even now want to send Yuno out of the country.

The car drove to the headquarters of the WterSun Group. Along the way Yuno looked out the window. How fun it is to be held in the form of Mother, bought fried sausage by Dad when he goes somewhere, he also misses his bike very much. Even the wind when he was riding the bike he missed.

The scent of her Mother's body as she held on, looked at the back of the woman who had cared for her affectionately. She wanted to feel the sound of her mother again.

Now, he is just a puppet that is always brought there here to be introduced to investors. His last name was also changed to Bagaskara following Renold's surname.

He held the name tag that was usually installed in his school's white shirt that read 'Yuno Putra Alamsyah'. Every time he was introduced to the person he is today, Yuno would bring him along, so that he could hold back and not forget the identity of being the son of his father in Lampung.

"He looks a lot like President Renold." The voice of the middle-aged man echoed.

"The printer is the same." Elja. Keep holding Yuno's shoulder tightly until it hurts.

"Hallo, Um. I'm Yuno Bagaskara." Yuno tried to smile as best she could.

"Yuno loves playing outside, Mama wants to talk to Om Toni jerk."

"Yes, Ma."

Elja kissed Yuno's forehead before letting her go. The woman waved until Yuno walked out of the room.

Acting as well as possible that he was happy, dear to Elja and Renold, and raised to be the perfect heir. Yuno lived a tiring life for these two months. His wounded heart seemed insignificant.

The child sat beside the building, feeling the sunlight where this person rarely passed. He's leaning back. His head lowered, the teardrops just fell down.

"I want to go home." He mumbled with a cry. I miss the family that made her feel comfortable.

"Where is your home? Come on, I'm anterin."

Hearing that voice Yuno turned her head, finding the girl with waist-length straight hair. Wearing a cane and not having eyes. A girl his younger brother's age is blind.

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seriated.

just wanted to tell me when Tuesday is over.