Missing In The Heart
Chapters 100. Remembering his first meeting with her.

After her daddy left, Rachel was still curled up in her bed and sobbing in her tears. Recalling every detail as he hurt Mahavir. How he chided and demeaned the man.

His heart was getting squeezed by the feeling of tightness. His breath was so breathless, it was so difficult for him to breathe air. It was as if the oxygen supply in this world had been depleted.

Rachel has heard many times Mahavir said that she is the air that is always there in every breath. That he was the life of that man. And every time she heard that Rachel just looked one eye, always scorned her and just thought it was a prank. But now Rachel realized the meaning of it all. How painful it is when half of our lives are far from sight and leave a huge regret to him.

Every day, and in every moment Mahavir always undermines himself and imposes his will. Being possessive and obsessed with himself.

Slowly the men carved one by one the initials of her name in Rachel's heart. Carving it so deeply even though in the process of each sculpture it leaves a very painful taste. Until now when the initials of his name can no longer be erased by anything, the man was far from his reach. Hate that is so great finally turned into love that is so extraordinary when the man was really not on his side. Getting him used to it depends on it.

Then if it is like this, can he go through everything alone? Can he survive to fill the time in each day without his presence? With all the sweet and poignant memories at once?

No, just to imagine Rachel couldn't. The man's warm embrace and gentle touch were even still felt in his memory. He misses her, wants to see her smile, wants to hear her voice, wants to be touched by her. Rachel really felt so fragile without him. The water hasn't stopped flowing since.

Back Rachel rewired her daddy words in her memory, 'It wasn't daddy that brought her in your life, in our lives. But you're on your own, son. Unknowingly you brought it to daddy, you brought it into our family. You alone made it into your life.'

Well, if only his daddy hadn't reminded him maybe he'd just keep forgetting about it. Because deep down Rachel admits that her daddy's words have a point.

At first it was not Mahavir who appeared in his life, but he who pulled the man into his life.

Silence her wet eyes, trying to remember further a few years back.

Flashbacks...

A young girl with round eyes, milky white skin, long brown hair with eyes so clear. Using a baby pink knee-length dress with small wings on her back. With an expanding smile and laughter, she was busy handing out snack parcels to some of the younger children in front of her.

At that time he was helping the Mommy distribute birthday gifts from his little sister who happened to celebrate at the orphanage where his daddy routinely made donations.

All the children with sparkling eyes received cheerfully the gifts, except for one child who looked the same age as him was silent and just looked at him with a look of admiration.

"Hay... You okay area?" Tegur the crossbred girl who used to be called Rachel. Frowning was confused in the curly-haired, dark-skinned boy who did not respond at all to his giving.

The boy looked down embarrassed, probably also not understanding the language the girl spoke. His hands were hidden behind his body, and one leg was rubbing the other leg that stood supporting his body.

"You don't want the package?" The soft voice from Rachel made the boy look down even deeper. Rachel's hand was still in the air while carrying a parcel containing some snacks of children's pleasure.

Rachel slightly bowed and looked at the face hiding in embarrassment. He gently pulled the boy's hand and handed him the package. "I'm ugly so you don't want to see me?" His successful question made the boy lift his face.

The boy smiled clumsily and shook his head. "Beautiful, very beautiful as an angel." Sluggishly.

Rachel laughed amusedly. While the boy was unmoved without blinking a single bit.

"You're funny. L like you. Whose name? Want to be my friend?" Rachel asked in her soft voice.

"My name is Dir...."

"RACHEL....!!" The scream from the Mommy who was holding the three-year-old boy made Rachel turn around.

"Yes, Mommy. Waitt's..." His mouth then immediately turned around to move.

"Wait.... If we're friends, when do we meet again?" Ask.

Rachel smiled, gently patting the boy's shoulder. "Every day I'll take the road ahead there. If you want, we can meet at the front crossroads every morning. My car's gonna slow down to wait for the red light. Seven o'clock exactly. Remember..!!" His words then ran small leaving the boy who was still sculpting.

When the car carrying Rachel had left the orphanage, the boy continued to run and overtake her until the intersection of the red light. Rachel's tail saw the boy from behind the window. Rachel smiled and waved her hand at the child until the car completely moved away and the child's figure was no longer visible.

And the days that followed, Rachel always saw the boy waiting for her at the entrance of the orphanage and ran after him to the crossroads. When Rachel's car stops at a red light, the boy approaches her. Sometimes the boy peddles newspapers, sometimes singing while hitting 2 used cans that he holds. Sometimes bring a duster to clean the dust attached to the car. Sometimes they offer a variety of sweets. Rachel would happily give a large sum of money and the boy smiled widely.

It was not the money that made the boy very happy, but the sweet smile of the giver.

One day over-excitedly running after Rachel's car, the boy is dragged away by another car. Rachel frantically went down and immediately swept it onto the shoulder of the road. He sat the boy on the sidewalk and he himself crouched down in front of him. Lucky for only getting blisters on both knees. Rachel took the medicine plaster from inside her school bag pocket and wrapped it on both knees. Netra Rachel then went down and saw the sole of the child's foot that looks peeling and full of wounds because it is not wearing footwear. The reflex of his hand moved gently rubbing the peeling skin without showing any discomfort and disgust, but quickly the boy pulled his leg. Not touched by Rachel. Maybe because he felt that his feet were so dirty and inappropriate to be touched by that delicate white hand.

"illness?" Rachel asked with a grimacing face.

Instead of complaining or grimacing in pain, the boy was smilingly observing the sweet girl who was so attentive to him.

"Why did you have to run?" I asked, but the boy just smiled.

"You're strong running away well, not tired?" The boy just nodded.

"Mh.. Can you ride a bike?" The boy nodded slowly.

"I have two bikes at home." Said Rachel and the boy frowning confusedly while scratching his head. Realizing that Rachel laughed amusedly. "Oh, i'm sorry... I mean I have two bikes at home. If I give it to you, will you wear it? Well, so as not to run anymore."

The boy looked at Rachel confusedly, did not agree and did not refuse as well. Rachel simply blinked her eyes waiting while observing the child's overall appearance, but the child did not say anything.

"You're not in school?" Rachel asked who was answered by the boy's head. "How much money?" Ask again.

The boy seemed to be thinking and scratching his head. Then grin while showing his big teeth.

"What's that crybaby?" Rachel stood up from in front of the boy. Patting her dirty uniform skirt in the dust. "Do you want to go to school?" Bargainly.

The boy looked up and frowned. "Where's your school?"

Finally talk too.Guman Rachel.

"Langdon international school, whose building is tall and gray. The school is great, lots of friends there. You must like it."

Hearing the name of the school that felt foreign in his ears, the boy lowered his head and shook his head slowly.

Rachel glanced at the clock on her wrist. "mmm...I'm late for school. You're doing okay, right? Tomorrow bring a lot of strawberry candy...." He said and ran to his car. But not long back again with a pair of sandals. Put the sandal on the left right side of the child's foot, then lift the child's foot alternately up the sandal. "It's my sandals, you're wearing yah."

Without waiting for the boy's response, Rachel ran back and got into her car. Waving his hand from behind the windowpanes until the car was completely out of the boy's sight.

"Pak Maman, Rachel's bike in the barn please take to the parlor after school later..."

"Who is the bike for?"

"The kid that was."

"His name?"

"Each non. Just order it."

Rachel nodded happily. Take one piece of candy from his bag and put it in his mouth. "Sweet, sweet as that which gives..." Gumannya.

Back the next day, the boy waited with a lot of candy on his shirt. His shirt that is interested in accommodating the sweets makes the stomach until the navel is visible.

Rachel laughed at seeing him. Since knowing the boy Rachel seemed to get entertainment every morning.

"Thankyou so much.... I'm really like you...." Rachel said with a smile that was so developed, receiving so many sweets. The boy only scratched his head while nodding in a nod for not understanding Rachel's words.

"Now you're not running anymore, are you?" He asked as soon as he saw his gift bike parked beside the sidewalk.

"Thank you, my angel...." The boy muttered with a embarrassed look on his face and stepped back because the light had turned green. From the back of the glass Rachel still saw the child bowing respectfully to her then waving her hands.

The next day, armed with Rachel's bicycle, the boy desperately follows Rachel's car to school. He even desperately climbed over the fence and quietly observed Rachel from behind the wall. But his position in hiding did not make him able to see Rachel's activities in his class on the second floor. The boy continued to look for a way, until finally climbing the high banyan tree that was beside the school building and lucky, the position of the tree was directly side by side with Rachel's class, who was, rachel was sitting on the bench next to the window. Making the boy could freely look at Rachel who was studying. Fortunately, the child was able to listen to the lessons written on the blackboard in the class.

The day changed, Rachel never saw the boy again at the corner of the red light intersection where she was waiting. But without realizing that the child always followed him to school every day.

Until one day the commotion out there invites the attention of Rachel and her friends who are studying.

"What's up? Why is the security guard screaming?" Rachel's Arab-faced friend rushed to the window.

"It looks like there's an outsider kid who's infiltrating." Say the other Rachel friend.

Rachel simply silently watched from her place.

BRAKKKIS...

The sound of falling objects, making the entire class scatter to the window, Rachel was no exception. Rachel even looked pale when she could recognize the clothes of the child who had fallen down there. Rachel rushed out of the classroom, down the stairs, continued to run along the school corridor, out of the school gate and came to Pak Satpam who had raised the boy with both hands.

"He's okay, right?" Step closer and observe the state of the child. Around the former place where the boy fell there were books and stationery. Rachel could see the writing in the open book was the same as the lesson she had just written.

"Miss knows her?"

"Yes, he's my friend sir." He said as he bowed to pick up all the children's belongings that were scattered.

"Friends?" The security guard looked at the young boy who looked very cute and compared him to Rachel's neat, clean and fragrant appearance.

"Yes, my friend. Let's take him to the hospital first."

"But non, this kid...."

"Do you see that he died and just wanted to help him? If my daddy knew you'd be fired."

"Well, good non... Let me take him to the hospital. Miss went back in and studied, later on the same teachers' search." Said tergugup.

"What's wrong. I'll call daddy when I'm there." The guard nodded and followed Rachel into the parking lot where the driver was always waiting.

At the hospital, Rachel runs from the parking lot with Mr. Satpam who carries the boy in his cradle, immediately taking him into the ER room. The boy was laid and treated by doctors and nurses.

With a pale face and two hands Rachel who was hanging on the right left side of her body was only able to grip the strong skirt of her uniform looking at the state of the boy.

Shortly after, Mr. Wijaya came after getting a call from Rachel. With a trembling body Rachel immediately jumped hugging her daddy.

"Daddy.. I'm scared..." His complaint was in the arms of the daddy.

"Who is he, son?"

"He's Rachel dad's friend, from the parlor. Looks like she followed Rachel to school because she wanted to see Rachel study, and she ended up studying outside the classroom, but the security guard kicked her out."

The security guard who felt mentioned immediately broke out in cold sweat and swallowed his saliva with difficulty.

"Dad... Couldn't she get into daddy's school?"

"But son..."

"Daddy don't feel sorry for him?"

"But we have to ask his son first baby."

"He must be happy dad, he's so eager to learn. Can you daddy? Can dad? Look at this writing." Open the book he held and show the contents of the child's writing.

Mr. Wijaya furrowed his eyebrows observing the writings of the questions and answers written by the boy. The way the answer works is that there are mistakes but the end result is correct. Mr. Wijaya was a little amazed by what he saw. His eyes squinted at the child lying down and his overall appearance and then again observed the contents of the book he was holding. Looks like the kid has intelligence that can be sharpened. Her thought.

"Well, daddy will ask the boy when he wakes up. Now you go back to school. Let daddy wait for him here."

"Daddy promotion?"

"Yes, daddy promise." Gently rubbing Rachel's top of the head and smiling.

Rachel finally returned to school with Mr. Satpam who did not dare to speak a little since.

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Happy Reading's.... 🤗😘

Not felt, it turns out author is able to also write up to 100 chapters with 210,663 words.

Though at the beginning of the author was down and intended to stop because it was quiet readers. Moreover, long waiting for clarity of contract from the NT Editor.

But thanks to you who are always waiting for its continuation, and this work that passed the contract. The Authority is excited and always tries to get it done.

For this chapter flashback first, and the next chapter is still continued flashback well...

later author of the sweet love of the supporting cast in this novel.

This story may still be a little long, so don't get bored...

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