BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO

72. For the Beloved Father

Bimasena has long bagged the home address of his biological father. But out of anger when remembering his father's treatment to his mother, made him reluctant to meet his father.

But because of Nadia who kept pressing him, he was finally willing to meet his father.

"Whose bike are you riding?" ask Nadia to him.

"Dad," he answered briefly.

"Whose bike are you teaching?" ask Nadia back.

"Dad."

"Isn't there anything good you remember about your father other than his bad attitude toward your mother?" cecar Nadia's.

He did not answer Nadia's question. Just tossed his mind into the past, when he was a kid.

"I'm sure, deep down you want to see your father. You miss her. Don't be a hypocrite Bim. Don't follow the pride of your heart."

"Are you waiting for your father to die? Then the endless regret you will feel."

He finally gave up on Nadia. Ready to meet his father. Just because Nadia was crying.

He who has a problem with his father why is Nadia crying? Sensitive woman.

But when he invited Nadia to join his father, it turns out Nadia refused.

"Bim, it's not that I don't want to meet your father. But it would be strange if you introduce a potbellied woman as a girlfriend to your father. Not to mention if your father knows what my status is, I'm ashamed," Nadia subtly refused.

But he had his own argument, "In the end my parents had to know how we were doing. Nothing needs to be covered," he concluded.

It was Nadia's turn to give up

And now the woman has been at a bakery outlet, buying souvenirs for the future father-in-law. Previously, Nadia had bought fruit at a fruit outlet.

*******

Along the way to Bimasena's father's house, Nadia enthusiastically listens to Bimasena tell her a long story about her family.

Bimasena used the driver to drive his vehicle, so they could sit side by side in the back seat of a black Mercedes.

"My mom and dad used to run a travel agency. Almost every time we are invited to travel to follow the tour group."

"Sometimes my mother was a guide to certain guests. At that time he knew my daddy."

"Then a tempest hit our family when my father was in a relationship with a woman. Mom and Dad fight almost every day. Almost every fight, the father did physical violence to the mother. Many times I've seen my mother slapped, kicked, and slammed by my father."

"A few times I was angry and invited my father to a duel, but I was prevented by my mother. lest I sin against my father because of their problems, he said. We're forbidden to interfere with parents' problems."

"Not long after that our travel company went bankrupt, because the money was drained dad to finance the woman. Not only did I put the company out of business, I also sold family assets, including the house we were occupying."

"Our family also experienced economic shock, so the mother opened a loundry business to meet our needs. At that time, I was no longer reliable. We're having a tough time."

"Makanya, when we went to school I was late sometimes. Never follow extra-curricular and never join a gathering or street with friends. Because I have to help mom wash clothes, iron, sunbathe and shuttle clothes to subscription."

His heart was tenuous to hear the confession of the difficult life the man had lived. His hand moved with Bimasena's hand. Without feeling her tears.

"Finally the mother sued for the divorce of the father, while the father did not try to maintain the household. After the divorce she accidentally reunited with my daddy in a hospital."

"From that moment my mother and father's relationship was getting closer until finally getting married. Then we took my daddy to America. In America I heard the news that the woman who was with my father had left me because I could no longer afford to pay for her lifestyle. So the woman who's father's wife now isn't the same woman she was before."

"It turns out mom was much happier with her second marriage. Sometimes I envy seeing them. They are both attentive to each other. Full of intimacy. Where do you go, you always accompany."

"I used to be hard-hearted to leave Texas and go back to Indonesia, not wanting to leave the warmth of our family. I don't live in Indonesia, I always want to go home with my family."

"But now it's different. I have a heavy heart to leave Indonesia and do not feel at home for long in Texas. All because of you, Nadia."

He blushed in shame because Bimasena inserted seduction in the story about his family.

"Thou Bim, wooing her all the time."

"I'm serious Nadia. You and the baby in your womb are my life's purpose now." Bimasena looked at him.

Just now Bimasena made him cry because he heard the man's life story, now Bimasena made him soar. It's so easy to feel overwhelmed. It was as if Bimasena was able to control his soul.

"I want you to be happy in your second marriage like my mother. And I want, we're like them, everywhere always together and have a warm family" Bimasena continued. Clasped his hands tightly and then let him down.

Nadia did not know what to say so she only hid the blushed face on Bimasena's shoulder. While immersing his face on the man's shoulder, he got a kiss on the forehead. Deep tenderness is felt from the kiss. Dissipate her mind in an atmosphere of beauty.

Moments later Bimasena's lips moved to her lips, so that both lips fused together. Her body felt cold hot, as Bimasena's initially gentle kiss turned tempestuous.

He closed his eyes to enjoy the smooth tan luma alternating rough from Bimasena. A full-flavored kiss. Two interlocked tongues. Two souls dissolved in beauty.

But ...

"It's up to Sir." Suhardriyar's cry drove them back to earth.

Her memory only came back, if they weren't just the two of them in the car. But four. There's Suhardriyar also the driver of Bimasena. That is when two souls dissolve in romance. The world belongs to only two.

He did not stop thinking, how Bimasena was so relaxed without shame at all. He had no idea where to hide his face.

*******

Bimasena does not believe in seeing his father's house more rickety than the boarding house Nadia once occupied. His father's house is located in Tongkol Village which is on the banks of Kali Ciliwung children.

Nadia looked at his face with a judgmental face. He knew what Nadia meant. Why all this time he let his father stay in this place. How can he inhabit a luxury apartment while his father only inhabits a hut.

His hand took Nadia to enter the rickety house. The walls are made of rusty boards and zinc. But only in the doorway, their steps stopped, because they heard the voice of a woman who was angry from inside the house.

"It's not working, picky food anymore. Just eat what is. Don't bother people just your job. If you don't like it, don't eat it. Let's just die."

His chest rumbled to hear the woman's voice.

Nadia knocked on the door, and appeared from inside the house of a woman in her fifty years.

"Excuse me ma'am, is this Mr. Cakrawangsa's house?" nadia asked the mother. While he was just standing circulating his gaze into the house.

His soul was turbulent at the condition of his father's house. During this time he lived in a luxurious apartment while his father lived in an uninhabitable house.

"Yes right. Mas and Ma'am who shared the money shocked yesterday in this village huh?" the curly-haired woman sumringah gushed out their arrival.

"I am Mr. Cakrawangsa's wife. My husband has been paralyzed for five years. Can only stay in the room. Can't work anymore. Our son has dropped out of school. Hopefully we can shock money from Mas and Mbak to help ease our burden."

He could only bite his lips in bitter manner. Paralyzed for five years? So all this time his father depended on his wife.

Is it appropriate for him to punish his father by allowing him to live like this?

"May I meet Mr. Cakrawangsa?" lirih. Because his chest cavity shook withstanding the outpouring of regret and sadness.

"Please mas!" The mother let them in.

He and Nadia went into the living room that was integrated with the kitchen and dining room. The floor of the house is only made of mortar on the tarp base. Chairs for guests are only old plastic chairs.

A girl sitting on the floor was folding clothes, staring at him. He smiled at the boy, and the boy replied with a timid smile.

Is that boy his father's daughter? At first glance he could see the resemblance of the child to Karenina.

The mother opened the curtains of the room that was used as a substitute for the door. On a bed on the floor, an old man was sitting eating crackered rice with trembling hands. Just rice and crackers. Which makes his heart hurt even more, because the man ate while shedding tears.

The man ... Her dad.

He leaned against the wall because he could no longer look into the room. Trying to hold back the tears that were pressing out. Beside her, Nadia was already crying tears.

But it was a man. Can't cry.

That's right Nadia said.

Is there nothing good you remember about your father other than his bad attitude toward your mother?

Why did he forget his wonderful childhood with his father. When he fell off his bike, his father asked him to get up and stand up.

Come wake up, boy, boy can't cry.

His knees and hands were bleeding.

Why he forgot when he drowned in the pool, it was his father's face that he saw at the bottom of the pool. Bringing him back to the surface.

Don't be afraid to swim just because you drowned. You will be a good swimmer.

So wonderful his childhood. Why did he forget his father so much?

The tall, burly body had been emaciated dry and bent inedible to age and disease. Her father's jet black hair has turned white. It was very different the last time I saw him. Fifteen years ago.

Where has he been for fifteen years?

Why was his heart so haughty and arrogant, living a material life yet letting his father live like this?

"This is Mas and Mbak who want to give us money startled Bang," exclaimed the mother.

Nadia had already stepped inside that narrow room. It may only be 2 x 3 meters.

The old man tried to smile at Nadia.

"Please sit down, son, sorry this house is so dirty." His father's voice has changed. Apparently both of his father's legs had been paralyzed so it was difficult to shift.

"No, I'm just sitting on the floor" said Nadia sitting near the old man's feet. The man did not realize that the man standing in the doorway was his son.

And as he stepped inside the room, the old man turned to him, smiled and nodded respectfully at him.

"Sorry, our house is dirty son," said the man in a hoarse voice.

But a moment later the man looked at her. Then the man's body shook violently. Stammering to say his name.

"Bi .. ma..."

At that moment he could no longer hold back his tears. Sit down and hug his father.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

She was ashamed of Nadia, seeing her crying like a child. But he could no longer hold back his tears.

His father's burly body used to be too small for him. It was very apparent that his father had been through a bitter life.

"Don't cry, son. Boys should not cry" said his father, sobbing. Reply hugging himself.

"Dad can understand if you never come to Dad. Because of Dad's own fault. But even if you forget about Dad, your love and affection still gushes out on you. I always miss you."

His father's words increasingly made his heart sliced.

Why did he forget his father's efforts? Why forget the sweat drops and all the sacrifices of his father? Why does he dirty his soul with a grudge that in the end only bears regret.

"Daddy's feet don't work anymore. If you can, I want God to take your life. Because now I'm just troubling people."

"Dad don't say that." His heart grew louder considering the voice of his stepmother who scolded his father.

"Father misses you and Nina very much. Father's prayer, I can see you before I die."

"Bima will bring Nina to Father" he murmured.

"Oh yeah, this is your wife, son?" asked her father to break their arms. Hands out to Nadia.

Nadia was embarrassed. But still shakes his father's hand.

"Not Well. New wife candidate. Her name is Nadia."

His father seemed stunned for a while looking at Nadia's face and stomach, but then smiled.

"Hurry up and get married, son. I want to see you married while you're alive."

Maybe he should thank Nadia. Had it not been for Nadia, she still remained in her ego and the arrogance of her soul, reluctant to meet her father. If he had realized when his father was gone, he would have been grieved for life.

Thank you my dear Nadi.