The Promise of a Lavender
Ask Fito

Part 5's

"Om, how was Mama, anyway?" search Fira on Fito.

"Mama is like Fira now. Black hair, straight and shoulder length."

"Beautiful, no, Om?"

"Hemmm, that's fine."

"Where are you looking forward to, Om?"

"Maybe pretty Fira."

The girl then smiled spoiledly at Fito, In a matter of hours Fira was very close to Fito. However, Fito secretly realized something.

"Fir, Om can ask, can't you?"

"What, Om?"

"It's Sunday, Fira why don't you go with mom and dad?"

"Bell, Om. Fira aja do not know what kind of face papa, mama said, papa again studied abroad and took a long time to meet Fira. Mama said, if Fira champions one continues, mama will meet Fira with papa when Fira is seventeen."

"Don't Fira ever see you, papa?"

"Never, Om. Even if."

"Everything?" tanya Fito.

"Yes, Om."

"Fir, Om can you ask for something, can't you?"

"What, Om?"

"Today, Fira wants to take a walk, right?"

"Hmmm... But don't make it night, yeah, Om. Mom will be angry."

"Ok, Pretty."

Fito then scrambled Fira's hair with a gaze that was still fixed on the girl's face. This time Fito realized that the girl resembled him. Those brown eyes, that sharp nose, and the birthmark on Fira's bangs-covered forehead, it was Fito's. Yes, everything belongs to Fito, even the hobby that Fira has is the hobby of Fito. And from his basic investigation, Fito learns that Fira's last name is Fito's last name. Curiosity and curiosity are becoming more and more intriguing.

...💞...

That day Fito complied with all Fira's wishes. Whatever Fira wants Fito to give. Fira also enjoys her time with Fito.

"Eh, meet Fira bastard," said a teenage boy.

Fito who heard that felt sorry for Fira, then he tried to calm down even though Fito wanted to slap the teenager.

"I'm not a bastard, Anggi!" said Fira beaver.

"Where did your father go? How come you never come to school? It's always your mama who comes."

Fira did not answer Anggi's question, he chose to run away from Anggi.

Fito let the girl cry while squatting. Slowly Fito grabbed Fira's body, resting the teenager in his arms. Fito hugged Fira warmly, and Fira's crying was increasingly spilled in Fito's arms.

"Why, the hell do people say I'm an illegitimate child? I got papa, right, Om? Why, the hell they do not want to be friends with Fira, even though Fira never evilin them, Om. "

Fito was so pityed, he understood Fira's sadness.

"Fira is not an illegitimate child, nor is Fira an evil child. Fira's a good boy. If Fira wants to, Fira can think of Om as Papa Fira. Tomorrow, Om's going to get Fira home from school, okay, right?"

"Om, why is Om so good?"

"Because Om mama and papa's friend, Fira. Actually Om here was told to go with Papa Fira to take care of Fira."

"Papa? Where's Papa Fira, Om?"

"Papa Fira is here, but he's busy. If Fira wants to see papa, Fira can see Om as much as Fira."

"But, right, Om isn't Papa Fira."

Fito then smiled and turned Fira's body on the glass-lined mall wall.

"Liah, our eyes, our noses, even our birthmarks are the same, aren't they?" entertain Fito to Fira.

Fira was cheerful again, lucky Fito was able to calm the girl with his essay story.

...💞...

That day Fira was very happy, all her will was followed by Fito. But unfortunately, Fito had to go back to parting with Fira, even though his heart was very reluctant.

"Fir, Om can you, when do you play at Fira's house?"

"Can, Iah, Om. It's Mama and Papa's friend."

"Thank you, yeah, Fir. Then we go home, yeah. Mama's gonna be pissed, you know."

"Om, can you send a message to Papa, won't you?"

"What?"

"Papa has to go home on Fira's birthday, yeah, Om."

Fito then nodded with certainty, there was no doubt from him to respond to Fira's request.

The sky began to orange, leading them to a farewell that was not expected by Fito.

...💞...

A thick night accompanied Fito in such eternal solitude. He remembered Fira again, there was a big question that perched in the mind of Fito.

Dara disappeared sixteen years ago, then the age of Fira is also sixteen years. Is that possible? Did Dara disappear because she was tormented because of me? And I'm the cause of everything? Oh my...

Fito seemed frustrated when he thought about the possibility. Everything in Fira is his. Fito was curious.

Drett... Drett...

Fito's phone shook, a sign of a message coming in on his phone. Fito opened the tiny object, a message from Dara that forbade him to meet with Fira.

"Why can't I see him? Is something wrong?" reply Fito.

Not long ago Fito's phone again rang, this time Dara contacted Fito by phone.

"What's up, Lavender?"

"Please don't go near Fira, she's still too small."

"Hey, do you think I would rape her? You don't think weird, Ra."

"Please, Fit. Let me be calm with my son."

"Wait, what age did you get married, and what age did you have Fira?"

"The...."

"When I saw the girl, it was like I was looking at you. But, when I saw him clearly, he was very similar to me. That birthmark, those brown eyes...."

"Forget over! he's not your son, Fit."

"I haven't asked, but you've answered."

"Stop for everything, or I'll be gone from your life for good."

Fito did not answer Dara's words, but somehow he was so sure that something was hidden by Dara.

And the phone became a phone that left a huge curiosity for Fito. The more curious he is, then Fito will soon find out everything.

I have never forgotten a little about you, nor have I ever forgotten what I have done to you, the most beautiful sin I will ever forget, because I enjoy everything that happens between us.

Then is it wrong if I want to make up for everything?

Is it wrong to ask about everything.

Why are you so hard for me to embrace, when I miss you so much, I still love you so much. I never even threw a damn thing about you.

T. B. C

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