Love Me!
Orphanage

Susan took her juice again. He gulped slowly as if enjoying the juice, but in his mind did not. Something was stuck in his mind.

"Susan, are you okay?" ask Ozkan to see Susan who is suddenly silent.

"Eh, I'm fine, Ozkan. Don't worry about me."

"Oh, okay. I hope what you say is true."

Susan stabbed her passe and ate only one.

"Not good?" ask Ozkan.

"Enak, just ... Ah, forget. Ozkan, is there anything else you want to say? If not, I'm sorry, I have business at home."

Susan put down her fork, looking at Ozkan who was dumbstruck looking at her.

"Are you going to stay away from Yoshua if you find out that she is an orphanage child?" ask Ozkan.

Susan smiled and cleared a little.

"What is the reason I stayed away from Yoshua?"

Even if she was my sister, even if I had to hide my feelings, I would still approach her, wouldn't I?

Ozkan smiled, even though his heart had to let Susan go, he was happy enough to see Susan with Yoshua. Susan's happiness was also her happiness. If she loves Susan, but Susan doesn't love her, what does love mean.

"All right Susan. I know from the look in your eyes that you like it too, don't you?" guess Ozkan.

"Ehem, Ozkan, I have important business at home. Sorry, maybe next time we can continue the conversation. Thank you for giving me valuable information."

Susan took her jacket, put it on neatly.

"I'm sorry, sorry I have to go home, Ozkan."

"Oh, that's fine, Susan. Although I actually still want to chat," always.

Little laugh, Susan said goodbye.

"Still treaty. I'm sorry."

Susan turned around and walked away from Ozkan with mixed thoughts. His heart was also broken. Does she love her own brother?

Meanwhile, Ozkan stared at Susan's back who walked away until the girl disappeared behind the cafe door. Smiled bitterly, took another sip of his coffee and stared at the table in front of him. Hoping there would be something left behind like a romantic drama on television that she would have to run to meet her date again, but it was empty. Susan is a pretty meticulous girl.

***

Susan turned on the engine. Mind fucked. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Withholding something that wants to fall from both of its neutrals.

"I have to stay calm before I know the truth" he said.

Susan wants to be home soon.

***

"Sister! Are you done packing up the things we're taking to the orphanage?" susan urged Bianca when they were home.

"Duh! There's plenty!"

Bianca's eyeballs move into a pile of Kin's clothes and toys.

"Why, Susan?"

"I. .. can't wait to get there" he said.

"Susan, it's been a very late afternoon. We can't see the state of the orphanage clearly if we go there tonight. I promise tonight I'll finish packing all that stuff and tomorrow we'll set out to find the location" promised Bianca. He held both of Susan's shoulders.

Susan smile. "All right, Brother."

"Now you rest first. Tomorrow's the day off. Did you go on an internship?"

"No, Brother."

"Yes, Brother. Need help?"

"If you are not tired" said Bianca.

"Not tired, brother!"

Susan sat down and put Bianca's stuff in the cardboard. However, unlike usual he seemed more reserved.

"Susan, if you're tired, take a break" Bianca said, looking at Susan's rather moody face.

"No, Brother."

Finally Bianca just sighed, letting Susan come packing her things.

That night, Susan couldn't sleep. Sometimes he sat down and thought about what to do.

***

The next day, all the frenzied stuffed the boxes into the vehicle. Until a private bus was used to carry the boxes.

The joy of all family members was unable to get rid of Susan's anxiety. However, it still feels curious about the reality that he might know today or when.

"Mangga Street is number nine" Bianca told Felix.

"Yes, Miss. I'll use the GPS. Miss's not calling anybody, is she?" ask Felix. This was the second time they had searched for the location of an orphanage. Felix did not want to be pursued by the police as he had been when he followed the direction of the Miss and it turns out that Nonanya was calling her own mother.

"Yes, yeah. I'm not on the phone" said Bianca, holding back a laugh.

***

After an hour's drive, the bus stopped in front of a rather spacious building with a large gate. There is a board that says 'Mother's Orphanage' and the date of its establishment three years before Susan was born.

Susan went down and looked at the building from outside. He can't believe he grew up there for three years. Childhood memories are only with Mama Winda.

Mr. Anton rang the bell attached to the wall next to the gate. Bianca was running around chasing after Kin who saw a park with two swings. He was attracted because of the colour of the colorful swing.

While Kimmy with Baby Celena and Key holding Baby Celine are behind him.

"Papa, did I really grow up here for three years?" susan to Mr. Anton. They stand in front of the gate.

"Yes, Susan. It won't be wrong. This is the address given by Winda."

The man re-examined the shabby paper, flanked inside his agenda. Susan didn't see any doubt in Mr. Anton's face. He also gave up what he would know today.

An old woman with gray hair, in her seventies, came to the gate and narrowed her eyes staring out of the gate. Observing the two people in front and smiling welcomingly.

The white-colored gate with light-sized iron was easily opened by the old woman.

"Good morning ..." said kindly. The woman stared at Susan, from top to bottom.

"Good morning. I am Mr. Anton and this ... Susan. We'd like to visit, ma'am."

Anton introduced himself politely. Susan bowed to the old woman, showing her respect.

The two old lady's eyes that had faded away on the side of her eyeballs were unable to hide the joy, sparkling. He let them all in. His eyes caught a bus in front of the gate.

"You two got on the bus?" ask him to stumble. However, there was a curiosity about the bus that he felt he had never seen on the road.

"Yes, Madam. We're entourage. They're playing in the playground next to this building" Anton said.

"Ooh .... Aren't they all told to come in, Mr Anton?"

"Let's go, madam."

"Oh, okay. Let's go in, please" said the old woman without suspicion, because indeed they are used to receiving guests from anywhere.

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