The Unforgettable Story
Section 75

White shirts, dark brown shorts, and white sneakers make her look relaxed. But that wasn't how Miles felt in his chest. His heart was pounding thinking of his plan today. For the umpteenth time she looked in the mirror checking her appearance. Her blond hair has been neatly combed. His long bangs he let cover his forehead naturally. She's not at the office, so there's no need to tidy up her hair like she does at work. He smiled seeing that his cheeks, chin, and neck had been shaved. He's ready to go.

When he goes to the office he uses his Mercedes Benz sedan driven by Markus, this time he drives his own Ford truck. With the difference in the location of the steering wheel in Indonesia with in the UK, he took a few weeks to get used to it. Every time he goes to England, he only takes a few days to adjust again, as well as to return to Indonesia.

He will meet the people he loves. The waiting period is over. It was time to claim the right to hers. To reduce her nervousness, she turned on the CD and let the voice of one of her favorite rock music singers fill the car. The morning traffic was not heavy. It only took him half an hour to arrive near his destination.

One large paper cup containing coffee was gone. Two packs of potato chips had also been devoured. Three hours waiting in the car and watching the house, no one came out. Maybe he picked the wrong strategy. It would be better if he just got out of the car, knocked on the door of the house, and caught the woman wet with his son.

A taxi came from behind and stopped in front of the house. Miles straightened his seat seeing the front door of the house open. A boy came out first. His heart beat rapidly at the sight of the woman who then walked out of the house.

She was wearing a white sleeveless dress with a sunflower motif. The tip of the skirt is just above the knee. Her long hair was draped with beautiful curls on the ends. Chest pain. The woman was not far away from him but she had to refrain from running and hugging him. She's so pretty.

As the taxi moved, he waited for a while before following it. He kept a safe distance so that no one would suspect his presence. The taxi stopped in front of a park. Miles drives his truck into the parking lot and searches for them inside the park. While searching among the sea of humans enjoying a picnic, he found them under a shady tree. They sat together on a blanket.

A child called William by name and his son turned his head. Miles put his hand on his chest. He felt an overabundance of happiness. Allegedly right. Kirana named him William. The name she chose was so she and Angelica planned to have children. His favorite name is because of the meaning of the name. The boy was playing ball with some boys who seemed to be his age.

His gaze then turned to Kirana who was sitting alone. He watched their son play while doing something with his tablet. Miles fights within himself whether now is the right time to come to the woman or wait for the right time.

The answer comes when a ball stops just under his feet. Miles lowered his body and took the ball. He saw a little boy running towards him. The blonde-haired boy and, Miles took a surprised breath while rounding his eyes, bright blue eyes. No doubt about it. That boy is his son.

“May I? That’s our ball.” Can I have the ball? That's our ball. The boy spoke with a perfect British accent. Where did he learn it? Kirana doesn't speak with that accent. He asked using a foreign language of course because the boy suspected he could not speak Indonesian.

“Of course. What's your name?” Miles squatted down so they spoke in parallel.

“Mama says, don't talk to strangers. You are a stranger.” he said seriously. Smart kid.

“My name is Miles. Now I'm not a stranger anymore.” Miles extended his hand. The boy looked at her suspiciously.

“Yes, you are a stranger. I just met you.” William insisted.

“Exact answer.” Miles gave up and gave the ball to him. The boy caught him swiftly.

“Thank you.” said politely.

“You’re welcome, Will.” reply Miles. The sentence made the boy turn his head back towards her.

“You know my name?” ask the boy surprised.

“I gave you that name.” replied Miles while twisting his shoulder.

“My mom gave me that name.” protested. Of course Kirana would say that.

“You don't want to know why I gave you that name?” ask Miles. The boy frowned.

“No. My mom named me.” William stomped one of his feet against the grass. Hm. It is like the nature of your mother when she is very angry.

“Miles?” I heard Kirana's voice.

“Mommy!” William immediately ran over to his mother. Miles stood up and turned to look towards Kirana. From this close distance, she could see how beautiful she was wearing that shirt. But he is on a mission. He needs to focus and complete the mission.

“So, we have a child?” asked Miles with a very serious expression. Kirana swallowed her saliva nervously.

“Miles, I can explain it.” Kirana's face was pale. Miles doesn't care. The woman knew that she had done the wrong thing, which was why she was nervous.

“When? After you resigned and went away from this city?” ask Miles, raising a little bit of his tone. Thinking about the woman's stubbornness drove Miles crazy. Kirana closed her lips. “So it's true? You intend to take my son away from me?”

“Miles, you misunderstood. That's not what I mean.” Kirana shook her head.

“He's my son, Kirana. Ouch!” peekkik Miles in pain. He looked down and met a look at William who was angry with him. His son just kicked him?

“Don't yell to my mama!” pekik angry.

“See what you just did.” Miles told Kirana.

“A, me? What have I done?” kirana protests. Miles ignored him and squatted back in front of his son. Kirana grunted in annoyance.

“Do you want to know why I gave you the name?” ask Miles again. The boy looked at his mother and then at Miles again. “Because I am your father.”

“No, you are not my father. My father is dead!” william disagreed. Miles took a surprised breath. He turned his head towards Kirana who immediately turned his gaze in the other direction. Miles growled angrily and turned back to his son.

“Your mom said that I'm dead?” ask Miles, continuing his interrogation.

“Iya! I have a strong mother. I don't need a papa. I am a very special child. I don't need to,” said William sprayed all his mama's sayings. Kirana quickly covered her son's mouth with her hands. Miles looked at him in disbelief.