Enamored Fascination Innocent Girl
Uncle is not Om Genit

In a boring afternoon. Raisa felt she was alone at this moment. No one wants to accompany me. But, somehow he felt like he wanted to be alone, with nothing to bother.

"Hey, my nephew!" shouted a new man.

Raisa turned her head, her narrowed eyes clarifying her vision.

"Uncle?" Raisa took a quick step towards Mr. Bein.

"What's the uncle here?" ask Raisa wonder.

"Right" replied Mr. Bein of origin.

"uh? makah mah at home. A long way to the mall. There is no.." decak Raisa.

Huffff.....

Mr. Bein sighed deeply, trying to patiently face the nephew who was too naive, either too bloon.

"Darling, if people go to the mall. That means they want to shop, play together. Why ask again try?"

"Well, she said she wanted to defecate" said Raisa.

Mr. Bein rubbed his face rough, this niece was really high blooded.

The old man pulled Raisa's hand, took her to a cafe inside the mall.

"Capek is talking to you" he snorted.

Raisa followed suit, knowing that Mr. Bein was not a bad person. Said Johan, his uncle is very loving and kind.

Well times, the mafia is kind.

"What do you want to drink?" asked Mr. Bein staring at his sweet nephew.

"I'm Milo milk anyway"

"OK" Mr. Bein raised his hand to call the waiter, then ordered a drink for Raisa as well as himself.

Mr. Bein looked at the nephew, he was young, still a long journey of his life. Mr. Bein wants Raisa to get the best.

"You graduated High School? " ask Mr. Bein.

Raisa nodded, honestly she was very awkward alone with her uncle who she only met once.

"Just relax, you don't have to be nervous. Om is very compassionate to his people" said Mr Bein praising himself.

"Have you seen the picture, haven't you?" ask Mr. Bein again. He tried to melt the atmosphere and make Raisa comfortable for him.

Again Raisa shook her head, she had never seen a photo of her real father. The problems that keep coming make him forget about new facts.

"Not yet om, I also want the truth" said Raisa lowered her head.

"Let's see it"

According to Raisa, she looked at Mr. Bein's face.

"You can see your papa's face on om's"

"What do you mean?" Raisa shriveled confusedly, her brain too shallow to think of the meaning of the word Mr. Bein said.

Mr. Bein smiled, he took out his wallet and took the photo he always kept in his wallet.

"Look, one om that one papa you" explained Mr. Bein while giving the photo to Raisa.

Raisa's hand shook, it turned out that her papa was very handsome. All this time he only knew Bram who became his papa.

"Don't cry, your soul and your papa are the same" Mr. Bein reached out his hand wiping Raisa's tears.

"Of...It looks like papa. Hix...Why can't I remember my childhood. It happened when I was grown up"

The people in the cafe looked at them. Seeing Raisa crying like that.

"Sttts... Don't be sad, Raisa, don't cry like that. People will think you hurt you"

Raisa shook her head, she was crying louder.

"Youngpam....I am sad again. Why can't I cry, I want to cry Lo"

Mr. Bein immediately stood up, then hugged his worthy Raisa hug his daughter.

"Sustttt.... Papa's son don't cry dong, his beauty will be lost" persuaded Mr. Bein.

"Papa....Hix...Hicks..."

Not the more subsided, Raisa even more so in Bein's arms.

Mr. Bein smiled clumsyly at everyone. He was very embarrassed, maybe people think if he hurt Raisa.

The waiter came, took their order. Raisa's crying started to subside.

"Thank you" replied Raisa.

Mr. Bein returned to his chair, smiling at Raisa who was beginning to stop crying, though still a hiccup.

"Drink baby, let's eat it" exclaimed Mr. Bein.

Raisa nodded, she grabbed her Milo glass, then drank it up to half.

"Crying is thirsty" Mr Bein joked.

"Om all this time why didn't you pick me up? why am I the same Bram?"

Mr. Bein shook his head, he took a deep breath, then took it off slowly.

"Actually, om really wants to pick you up, especially om also know how much you suffered at that time. But." Mr. Bein paused his remarks. Grabbing Raisa's hand, then grasping it tightly.

"Your condition is not good, if you pick you up you will suffer. Your brain will contract and put your life at risk. At that time the enemy was still wandering, dear. Om let you be there as Raisa. To keep your life safe"

Raisa closes her eyes, she remembers how her mama breathed her last in her lap.

"So.. Mama saved me? withstanding all suffering from Bram. To keep me safe?"

Mr. Bein nodded, Raisa's conclusion was very correct.

Tears rolled back from Raisa's eyes.

"Hiks...Hicks..."

"Have not cried" persuaded Mr. Bein to calm Raisa.

"Now, what do you want? stay like this, or do you want to continue your education?"

This is the intent of Mr. Bein, he wanted to offer his nephew to study abroad.

Not for anything, without any school Raisa also has a good life, all she already has. According to Mr. Bein. Raisa has to get a higher education. The next life we don't know. He wanted Raisa to have a broad enough knowledge to overcome the problems she would face later.

After all, Mr. Bein had also smelled the scent of his enemy knowing that the last descendant of the Jeland family was still alive.

"I don't know, but... For now I want to relax."

"Well, if that's what you want. But, if you change your mind, you call me right away" Mr. Bein said.

Raisa nodded happily, right Johan said. His uncle is very nice, warm. Raisa feels there is a father figure inside Mr. Bein.

Ddrrr....

"Ah, uncle should leave now. You have to take care of yourself" said Mr. Bein. He rubbed Raisa's head lovingly.

"Thank you" Raisa replied, she smiled broadly.

At once Mr. Bein fell silent, hearing Raisa call him that, making his heart feel very happy.

"All right my daughter"

Cup.

"I'm not a kid anymore!!" raisa's yelling removes Mr. Bein's kiss marks on her forehead.

"Haha....Not just a child who is kissed dear" said Mr. Bein as he stepped away.

After Mr. Bein left, Raisa rushed to leave. Before her he also paid for their drinks.

"Basic om modus, instead go before paying" maki Raisa.

"That's the papa or what's the deck?" ask the cashier on a whim. More into satire like her.

"Don't you see, our faces look alike? who is she who am I?" answer Raisa ketus.

"Well, yes" said the cashier again, he was still shameless.

"Didih, I was there. Teasing a striped nose guy. Sorry, I'm wrong people!"

Raisa takes her debit card, then leaves the cafe upset.

"Didih, the son of snot is acting arrogant!" cibir mbak cashier.

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Raisa returns alone, she circles the mall aimlessly. His frustration with the cashier's mother still reached his heart.

Bruk~<

Raisa staggered back, someone intentionally bumping into her.

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