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The Immaculate Love 82

“Raf-Rafasya!” Call Alarik with a choked voice. And when the steps of the young man he called stopped, Alarik stopped at once. The beat in the chest, as if a horse race, while the tall, sturdy body twisted its body and turned its head.

That handsome face, looking into those eyes, Alarik was like seeing a rainbow bias at the foot of the twilight sky. The man's lips were attracted to form an arch, a beautiful smile that had long been buried, now he developed again. And perfectly.

“Rafasya,” watered Alarik with vibrating sound. Along with the heart beat that is getting bumpy, the step back swayed to approach.

While Rafardhan himself, still standing glued like a stone statue. There was no expression that could be read from her face, just like the first time she saw Alarik a few days ago in Risa's house. Only the difference now, Rafardhan's clear eyes did not switch one bit from Alarik's handsome face. Even though his real father was already standing right in front of him.

“Rafasya.” Can only say names, no words other than that can slide from Alarik's lips. His gaze also encapsulated the handsome face of the son without pause, as if he wanted to satisfy his gaze, like a person who had just met for the first time.

But in the next second, Alarik was unable to hold back. He stretched out both hands hugging the handsome, sturdy body in a tight deck. A moment later, Alarik's body shook in a sob.

His sense of heart and soul is now undefined, and unable to be described. Like there is no right expression to express what Alarik feels now. There is no proper language to describe. He just poured out all the mixed feelings in the crying.

“You drink what, son?” ask Alarik.

“Successful,” replied Rafardhan briefly.

They are now in a coffee shop, where Alarik used to meet with Rendi. After the blue meeting, Alarik invited Rafardhan out of the hospital to speak more freely.

The young man who was still fasting those words just followed. He also just nodded his head, when Alarik chose to go to a coffee shop that has a beautiful interior design, as a place they just talk. In fact, there is no sentence that slides from Rafardhan—From a form of greeting words, ask and so—the young man chose the silent option, among many choices.

Maybe because they feel awkward, unusual or any other reason that only Rafardhan knows. But Alarik was impressed not to bother. The man kept smiling with happiness. Untold happiness finally getting two like this with her son.

Two types of coffee drinks are presented, one for Rafardhan with the type of current coffee drink, while for Alarik the original type of coffee drink, which has been given a touch of new innovation, typical of the coffee shop.

“I don't know, this is your mama's favorite kind of coffee drink or not. But in the past, every time I came to his house, he always served drinks like this for me, making me so opium until now,” Beber Alarik, told me about the beginning of his favorite coffee.

“Tell about, Mama!” Pinta Rafardhan, though still spoken without the tone of intonation of pronunciation. Flat like a notice board.

But from that, it is enough to make Alarik understand, if the young man began to be interested in the topic of conversation thrown.

Telling the story of the late Kanaya, is a very pleasant thing now for Alarik. Unlike the past, which every name only mentions, which feels only a gaping wound.

Although still loyal to his silence, but it seems that Rafardhan listened to each story Alarik carefully. From the beginning of meeting with Kanaya, while still wearing a gray white uniform, the moments they began to fall in love, until the beginning of the tragedy struck, all told by Alarik to his son.

“Excuse me, papa, son,” said Alarik at the end of the story. It appeared Rafardhan only took a faint breath then nodded slowly.

And not only that, Alarik also tells about his life that chose itself until so many years passed. Until one day, Ridwan, his trusted person who was also Sherin's future husband died in an accident. It was there that he decided to get married, for the sake of his responsibility to Sherin who was supposed to marry Ridwan three days later.

In this section, Rafardhan looks very attentive, even then one question word is said from him, “ May, I met the wife, Papa?”

“Eh.” Alarik did not answer immediately, his voice seemed to disappear just like that, and went somewhere. Because the call ‘papa’ that Rafardhan said, felt very soothing to his soul.

While Alarik remained silent, Rafardhan continued to stare at him waiting for an answer. Until then, Alarik was awakened. “Of course you can, son. He's on hospital call right now.”

“She hurts?” Rafardhan seemed to be showing his attention.

“Yes, soybeans possible. Are we going to see him now?”

“If, Papa doesn't mind.”

Alarik smiled, as soon as he headed to the cashier to pay for what he had drunk. While Rafardhan reached into his pocket to pull out a phone that from the beginning was made silent mode, There was seen many times a missed call from Adam, there were also some messages that to all of them were ignored just like that by Rafardhan.

For him right now, there is something important to be ahead. The matter of all his dealings with Adam can be resolved later. Now Rafardhan can conclude with certainty that of all the tragedies that have occurred, Alarik is not guilty. It is wrong if he holds a grudge, let alone want to involve his wife who in this case, certainly does not know anything at all.

While in the hospital. Sherin was seen many times looking at the wall clock. The reason, Alarik who said he would only leave for a while, it was eight o'clock at night had not come.

QUinsha intertwined the lyrics with Aura. Damaresh's wife also came to the hospital, shortly after Magrib's doom. “Call only, Rin!” quinsha.

Sherin shakes. I don't know, why there is a sense in him that Alarik is currently doing something very important, so he does not want to disturb him.

“I just did, that phone Om Al.” And without waiting for Sherin's approval, Aura immediately pulled over to call Alarik.

“Om Al is on his way here,” Aura said. Sherin smiled happily at it.

“Now, you guys change prayers yes,” suggested Sherin.

“I first,” sahut Aura and he's out soon. After the Aura comes from the mushola, it is Quinsha's turn to go for the Isya prayer.

It was then that Alarik came with a greeting. After answering his greetings, both Aura and Sherin both turned their heads, and saw Alarik was not alone. The two hijab-wearing women were stunned to see who Alarik came with.

“Rafardhan Malik?”