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The Immaculate Love 80

On the way to Abdul Rahman Saleh airport.

“What are you, change your mind?” Ask Adam with a probing look. Though originally he was happy with Rafardhan's decision, because he did not have to bother anymore to find a reason to cancel the event tomorrow.

“There are angels that whisper to me. Said you had dry idea to cancel tomorrow's event,” sahut Rafardhan with origin. But it made Adam laugh, because it was all true.

Rafardhan kept looking straight ahead, Adam's laughter blaring and booming unable to shift the focus of his gaze, although he still answered whenever asked. Without realizing by Rafardhan, if all his attitude is carefully considered by Adam.

“Lu, baek-baek by Raf?”

“Ya,” the answer is short.

“News to me. Where do you know I can help.” Adam knew or could feel that something was being felt by Rafardhan at the moment.

The young man is not easily open to others, especially when it is about a very personal thing. No matter how close he is to Adam, there is still a sensitive realm he does not want to share. And Adam really appreciated that, as Rafardhan did with him.

On the one hand, Adam can also feel, where Rafardhan with a loose expression without burden, and which only presents joy as a demand.

“Gue is not ready yet, Mas,” replied and returned to direct the view only forward.

“Ok. As long as you stay fine.” Adam could not force something on the artist that was out of context as an artist manager of course.

“Thank, Mass. I'm fine,”

Adam nodded, for a moment he still stared at the handsome face beside him with a worried look. But soon he realized, that Rafardhan can always be mature on all the problems he has been through. He was sure, so will he now.

The luxury car stopped at a red light, lined up to wait with a row of other cars. Less than a few seconds from the change of color of the light to green, suddenly a sound was heard,

BRAKKS

Followed by the shock felt by everything in the car.

“What's up?” asked Adam who was busy monitoring his phone screen.

The driver looked behind the car. “It looks like someone hit this car from behind, Mas,” he told.

“Hah?!” Adam was shocked, rushing him out of the car followed by the driver to see what happened. While Rafardhan instead leaned his body with a more comfortable position with closed eyes.

But the handsome young man's plan to reach peace—with a little sleep, maybe—only stay plan. Due to the commotion that was happening behind his car, it burst into the ears.

Inevitably, Rafardhan came out as well. The first thing he saw was the body of his car the back that was really unpleasant in the eye. While Adam was busy debating a young man biker who became the perpetrator of all of them.

“Iya, Sir. Sorry I was wrong. I was unintentionally. I am in a hurry Sir,” the man said, trying to explain the situation.

But everything did not dampen Adam's intention to continue to blame. This type of Mercy car, suffering from such a bonyok, would naturally have to spend tens of millions to return to recover as usual. Yes, although it will still not be Adam who will spend funds for repairs, because this is indeed Rafardhan's car. But unfortunately, according to Adam if you have to go out of funds for something that should not be.

“Iya, Mas. I understand, you are in a hurry. But what the red light is can't be seen, Mas. Or a car as big as this, also does not look the same, Mas?” subtle satire pitched loud gliding from the mouth of Adam who was good at preaching it.

Maybe now Adam is happy, because there is something he can give a sermon other than Rafardhan.

“Sorry, Sir. I am in a hurry,” said the man with a downcast face and a restless look at his eyes. The jibundice of regret had already lined up neatly on his head, regarding the accidental action that had been fatal in front of him.

The sound of horns blared, as the street lights had changed color. Rafardhan gestured for the driver to pull over the car so that the cars behind could return to the road. Because it is impossible, Adam's preaching to the man, can be stopped now.

“Ok. I understand, Mas is in a hurry and accidentally hit our car. Then what about that car, Mas?” the hard code for compensation began to be launched by Adam.

“I will indemnify, Sir,” said the man steady. He may not know yet, how expensive the cost he had to spend to return the car in its original condition. Even by selling the motorbike he drives will still not be enough, even if two motorcycles will still not be enough.

“In what way?”

“This, Sir. This is my ID, this is my STNK. You hold it before I give you the money. Just now please let me go first. My father had an accident, sir. He is hospitalized and I have not seen his condition.” On the face of the man looked very panicked.

“This magazine is not looking for a reason?” search Adam.

“For God's sake sir. I'm not making up stories. I can't sell my father's name for a lie. My father is my treasure in this world, Mr.” There was a lump of water floating in the man's eye.

“Ok, but What do I mean by KTP and STNK, Mas? I am not a pawnshop.” Adam refused to accept everything.

“This as guarantee, Sir. I only asked permission to see my father's condition first. I beg you,” hope the man with an anxious look.

Rafardhan is approaching. “What's the matter, Mas?” tanyakanya.

“Where is his father now?”

“RS TNI AU, Germany Abdurrahman Saleh.”

It is the nearest hospital from the airport.

Let's see the father now, Mas.” Rafardhan said immediately. The man was astonished to hear it.

“What do you want, Lu Raf?” hardik Adam's.

“Lu follow me from behind!” rafardhan's word is without dispute.

“Come, Mas. I join his motorbike,” invite him to the man who immediately fainted.

“What the fuck the boy,” grumbled Adam who saw Rafardhan immediately piggybacking on the man, without wearing a helmet anyway.

What makes Rafardhan moved to see the condition of the old man? Not because he wanted to prove that the man's words were wrong or right. But because of his affection, his concern for someone called ‘Ayah’ that makes Rafardhan's heart feel pinched.

*********

“Rest!” Alarik rubbed Sherin's hair slowly.

“Mas, I'm not seriously ill ‘ right? Why do you always tell me to sleep?” grouse Sherin. He had just woken up, having fallen asleep twice in a day. It was at the command of Alaric who always told him to rest and sleep.

“For you to be healthy, Rin. So that our children are also healthy,” said Alarik who for a day did not leave the hospital in the slightest.

“I'm healthy, Mas,” said Sherin with a smile. “Hour 4 hours passed. Mas has not prayed ‘kan?”

“Wah yes, I went to musholla briefly yes,” pamit Alarik. Not forgetting he kissed Sherin for a moment right along with the arrival of Quinsha who became fixated in the middle of the door to see the scene of intimacy.

“Sha!” call Sherin who sees Quinsha still riveted.

The beautiful girl smiled with an uncomfortable expression.

“Come in! Accompany Sherin for a moment yes, I want to go to musholla,” Alarik said to Quinsha and immediately came out after getting the nod.

“I see a rainbow here,” Quinsha said as she stepped closer to Sherin.

“There is a rainbow, Sha. No rain either,” Sherin said as she stared out the window. The sky is clear out there.

“That's right. The rainbow came after the rain. But the rain is not there. But here!” point Quinsha in Sherin's face. “There is a rainbow in your eyes,” he added with a smile.

“Aih, as the title track,” greet Sherin with a cheerful laugh.

“At any name, Sherin. I'm glad to see you and your husband now,” Quinsha said after a crisp laugh that airs between them vanished.

“Iya, Thank God. This pregnancy brings blessings.” Sherin felt her stomach. “While possible, she did all of that on behalf of her son, not the mother carrying her child. At least it's better.”

“It needs to be this one day, you guys talk about it. Let everything be clear. For now, thinking like that is still not right. Because you ‘kan do not know for sure what the reason of your husband.”

“Iya, Sha. You right. Thanks, I always remind you.

The two continued to engage in conversation, until Maghrib's time was almost nearing.

Alarik entered the room again. “Mas, your phone has several calls from earlier!” said Sherin.

“Roof appointed, Rin?”

Sherin shook her head with a smile. Alarik immediately grabbed the phone he left on the table to see who had called him. There were three missed calls from the same number. Number not stored in the contact.

Seeing the frequency of that call, Alarik immediately called back. No need to wait long, the phone was picked up from there.

“Assalamualaikum,” greet Alarik.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied from across with a slow voice.

“Sorry, who is this with?” ask Alarik politely.

“I,” the voice sounded choked. “I, Rafasya Aditya Zaidan.”