YOUNG MAN BARREL
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Seen occasionally Bastian who always stole a glance towards Laras. And their views met each other accidentally. Highlight Bastian's brightly lit eyes, hinting an overwhelming admiration for the sweet beautiful woman before him.

Laughter and jokes are still being heard. The warm and familiar atmosphere felt formed just like that. It was as if they had known each other for a long time.

Late at night, the housing complex where Laras lived felt off guard and quiet. A few minutes ago, Bastian came home.

Naren and Arya are already in a good fight tonight. The barrel was still awake, he tidied up some of the remaining items. After he finished he took a sitting position on the dining table chair pouring a glass of water and drinking it. His lips were blown away with a faint smile as he recalled the joy of his two children with Bastian a few hours ago.

The same joy is warm when the husband and children joke with laughter. Thinking of Bastian further makes a smile.

"why did I think about it?" he murmured in the heart. Instantly he immediately brushed off his mind, going to the room to accompany Arya to sleep.

When he was about to enter the room, his eyes glimpsed at the frame of his small family photo plastered on the wall. In his view was clingy and suddenly his tears flowed. He sat against the wall with his head resting on his knees bent, his shoulders shaken. The pain he felt. In his heart there was a sense of regret and destruction. Condemning her unfortunate fate of having to be this fast and in such a way the husband shunned her and her family for good.

Laras thought hard and seemed desperate, how he would support his son. Because all this time only the husband who makes a living.

Not that Laras is an ordinary person, he graduates in business administration. She could have used her college degree to find work, but she thought about her two children. If he works who watches over his two children, especially Arya who is still a child.

Laras who lives in the city of Surabaya, has no one else but his two children. He's from an orphanage. Although her husband Fadil still has parents in the city of Semarang, but maybe until now they do not also recognize Laras and his two children.

How not, up to decades of living in a household with Fadil not once Fadil looked or just exchanged news with his parents in Semarang. Likewise with Fadil's parents, never once tried to find out where Fadil was. Maybe even Fadil's parents didn't know they had two handsome grandchildren.

Only once did Fadil contact his older brother to ask him about his parents. After that Laras did not know whether Fadil and his brother were still communicating with each other.

Laras moved from his sitting position and towards the room when he heard the sound of a text notification from his mobile phone.

"who sms gini night" he murmured inwardly. He frowned while looking at the number listed with no name.

"have you slept?, sorry to interrupt gini night" the text reads. Still in a state of confusion, he looked on the left-hand side screen at 23:47. Without replying he immediately turned off his phone. Taking a position next to Arya who was fast asleep.

It had been two days, Bastian was in a state of disrepute and regret. He was distraught at cursing himself who texted Laras in the middle of the night. Sorry he shouldn't have texted me in the middle of the night either. Even the phone number he got was not directly from Laras, but from Naren son Laras.

Bastian must have realized that Laras must have read it. But because there was no reply, his heart was getting worse.

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Seen still busy even hearing the words of Naren was not Laras ignored. His forehead crimped back a few sheets of paper, arranged several sheets and clamped them with paperclip.

"mama..so what?Naren was willing to leave for school" Naren's hand on his back made him slightly stunned.

"oh! yes Ren?" looking at Naren. Not yet asked his mother, Naren saw a puffy eye and a little pocketing. On his swipe the smooth cheeks of his mother, with a flat face and a glaring gaze enveloped the handsome face of the teenager.

"mama is preparing CV to apply for a job" Laras immediately replied without any questions from his son.

Naren's gaze was still the same but deepened. Jemari Naren who still touches his cheeks he holds tightly, by looking for a look that indicates all is well.

"Naren left ma.." a voice that sounded hoarse but could still be hidden behind a dashing smile. "forgive Naren ma.., hopefully mama soon get a job" naren's voice still sounded hoarse, the eyes that wanted to look glass he could hold.

"has breakfast been finished, son?" while rubbing the fine hair of Naren curls. He just nodded wordlessly, his throat seemed dry reluctant to make a sound because he did not want his mother to know his condition.

Still with a big smile "well.lekas depart not to be late" patted Naren's sturdy shoulder.

Naren just nodded, chirping while kissing the back of his mother's palm. Reversing the body, rubbing the corner of his watery eyes and then out into the courtyard of the house that is not broad.

With a soft look and mind that is still depicted by the mother, while being crammed several sheets of paper to find work. In his heart as if screaming, if papa is still there, there is no need for the mother to struggle with this kind of distress.

Naren kept pedaling his wind bike. A sharp look traversed the streets but his heart and mind were still full of the condition of the mother.

The barrel is neat with its formal clothes. Blue electric shirt black fabric pants black fantofel shoes with heels that are not too high. Her hair is only in the back pigtail.

After driving Arya in front of the house because it has been picked up by her neighbor Mina, Laras prepares to leave.

With his motorbike maticnya, Laras headed for the office whose address he got from a locker ad in one of the newspapers.

One hour later, he arrived at the office. In front of the gate he was stopped by the security guard, asking about him coming. After speaking, the security guard opened the gate for Laras.

The barrel took a bicycle parking lot not far from the gate. Putting on a little shirt he was wearing and looking briefly at his face in the bicycle rearview. Then quickly he walked towards the door of the office lobby.

"may I return to work here" he murmured inwardly with a faint smile as he entered the cold lobby of the office.