
Alan had just walked out of the restaurant when his eyes suddenly caught a familiar figure to him. Several times he squinted to make sure that he did not see wrong. Irene was with a small child in the front garden area of her restaurant. It seemed that the little boy was crying while Irene was trying to calm him down.
Curious as to what was happening, Alan approached Irene. "Why him?" tanyakanya.
Irene was shocked to see Alan was nearby. "Ah, this is Kak .. he fell. His parents are also missing. Maybe because it's too fun to play until separated from his parents."
"Mr ... Mama .. huhuhu ...." The little boy, who was about 4 years old, kept crying looking for his parents. The wound on his knee was covered with plaster.
"What's your name?" asked Alan in the softest tone possible.
Looking at Alan's face, the little boy was terrified. He ran over to Irene and hid. He slowly peeked at Alan as he continued to hold on tightly to Irene.
"He why?" alan asked frowning.
"It looks like he's scared of Alan's sister" Irene replied. He smiled at the child he had just helped.
"Fearful? Is my face scary?" Alan was surprised that someone was afraid of him. In fact, with that face there were many women who were charmed by him. He also never felt angry or fierce to others. It's strange that someone is afraid of him.
According to Irene, a quiet person like Alan was indeed creepy. His face always looked serious and resolute. Moreover, coupled with a brew that fills his face, making it even more scary for small children.
"Vino, let's go find your Mama's Papa together, yeah. Don't cry anymore" Irene said.
The boy nodded. Irene carried the child and stood up from her place.
"Where are we looking for his parents, brother? Are they in your restaurant?"
"I don't think so. I just got out, no parents reporting on losing a child."
The two set their eyes around each other trying to find the parents of the child they found. The atmosphere was quite quiet, in the garden area there was no one besides them.
"I think he's coming out of that convenience store over there" Alan said, pointing in the direction in question.
"That's pretty far from here. How could this kid get away alone to this place." Irene was astonished by the self-service distance that she thought counted far from her current position.
"Try to take this child there, who knows someone who feels the loss of a child. Let me accompany you, too."
Irene nodded. "All right then. Isn't Alan busy at the restaurant?"
"My work at the restaurant today is done, my men can continue on their own."
The two walked to take the boy to the supermarket. The place was full of visitors coming in and out. It was hard to find the child's parents in such a vast and large place.
"How about this, Brother .. we don't know which parents are on which floor." Irene was confused herself.
"This part is why children go for a walk on their own. Separate from the crying parents," Alan grumbled.
"Hiks .. hiks ... hiks ...." The boy would cry again as if he knew he was being scolded.
"Oh, sttt .. don't cry, yes .. Brother will help you anyway." Irene calmed the child back down. The boy's face he hid so he wouldn't look at Alan out of fear.
Alan scratched his head in confusion. When he saw an information post, he had an idea.
"Vino ...." A woman was already screaming hysterically upon seeing their arrival.
"Mrs ...." Vino forced down from Irene's sling.
The two children and the mother hugged each other. The mother kissed her son many times. Meanwhile, the child released a happy cry to meet his mother again. Alan and Irene were stunned at the happy sight.
"Have you found my son?" A man approached them. He seems to be the father of the child.
"Really, Sir. We found her crying in the front garden." Irene pointed towards the outside of the supermarket.
"Well! I am so glad my son is back. I thought she was kidnapped."
"Other times take good care of your son, he has gone far without anyone knowing. Good thing it wasn't hit by a passing vehicle."
The father seemed unkindly lectured by Alan. "Thank you again for helping my son. And I'm sorry to bother you," said the father in a condescending tone.
"Then, we'll excuse you, sir." Irene smiled stiffly. Alan's face muttered while talking seriously like a person who was angry. He decided to pull the man away from there.
"Sister, don't scare people with your facial expressions" Irene scolded.
"Are the fathers afraid like their sons?"
"There is no need to ask again right, Brother .. from his expression it also seems that the person is afraid."
"It scares you more, right, than me."
Irene gave a sharp glare. "Aren't you going to be racist because of your skin color?"
Alan closed his mouth holding back a laugh. "I'm sorry, sorry .. but today you look more ... beautiful than usual. You fit the hair out like this."
"Is this enough to make Alan like me?" Irene asked confidently.
Alan covered his face again. Irene is a confident woman and is difficult to guess her behavior. Meeting with Sovia alone she dared to fight back. It became one of the attractions that Irene had. "You already know that I have a boyfriend, why do you still ask?"
"Dating doesn't necessarily like each other, does it?" chirps Irene.
Alan was silent. It seems that Irene's words fit perfectly into her current relationship with Sovia. He no longer had any love for the woman, but a sense of responsibility for what he had done.
"There are people who can date if they don't like each other. You're all right, Irene." Alan was trying to deny the truth.
"If Brother Alan likes me, I accept it right now. Quickly leave that woman named Sovia!" Irene Strictly.
Alan was astonished by Irene's speechlessness. Irene could have broken up with Sovia. "You look like a drunk person. You're fucked."
"Is Brother Alan still able to defend Sovia if he sees something like that?" Irene gave the code by moving her head to the right. There was Sovia in front of the jewelry store with a man. Irene first saw the presence of the woman there, so she deliberately provoked Alan's response about the woman who became her boyfriend.
...(.(.Handsome Chef \= Alan Narendra)...