Bondage of Love

Responsibly

A cold night pierced to the bone accompanying the departure of Kamisha to Jogja. The sorrow so deep about a betrayal he buried deep within. Memories - memories of their togetherness are still imprinted in the memory of Kamisha. It is undeniable that Rama always gave support for what he did.

Rama asked for something he could not give. It seems old-fashioned but that is what he has always maintained until now is honor. It turns out that Rama is not a typical man who can keep it all until they are legitimate in the presence of god.

The song About Missing from Virzha accompanies her journey to Jogja. While fixing the jacket he was wearing, Kamisha tried to close her eyes, her body and mind were very tired. He still had to travel seven hours to reach his hometown.

Five o'clock in the morning Kamisha until the terminal. Using an ojek he returned to his hometown. It turns out that these past few years have undergone many changes. More people now. It did not take long finally Kamisha arrived at the house where he from childhood to adolescence became his shade. Until the presence of a woman who ruined her life. Somehow the heart injury he brought to Bandung has not healed until now. He should be able to accept the reality and forget the past.

"This is the money."

"Gggih mbak, maturnuwun (thank you)."

Kamisha stepped foot heavily into the front door. Not to knock on the door he was greeted by mbok Sri maid at his home.

"There is no Kamisha."

"Mbok Sri," murmured Kamisha

"Monggo ma'am, let's go in first."

Mbok Sri brought Kamisha's suitcase into the house. The condition of the house is still the same as before he left. What changed was the situation. The house that his father and mother built was made of teak wood. It is simple but feels warm in it. Many of their childhood photos used to be attached, but now they're gone.

"Kamishah."

"Father," Kamisha approached Amir and kissed his hand. Mr. Amir immediately hugged his youngest daughter. "Sound father?" ask Kamisha.

"Alhamdulillah be healthy" Mr. Amir smiled. His eyes looked glazed - the glass was looking at Kamisha's face. "You're more beautiful, nduk. Add white."

"In Bandung the air is cold sir so rarely get hot."

"Let's go into your room, rest first you must be tired, after that we just talk."

mr. Amir and Kamisha went inside to Kamisha's room. The man over sixty years old seemed to be trying hard. His hair was already bleached, his eyes were sunken and his body was thinner.

"Oh you've come home?"

"Belik," muttered Kamisha

"Polite you, I am now your mother!"

Kamishha was silent. He will still call her bulik because she is not his birth mother. This is what makes him lazy to go home.

"See that! your children are not polite at all."

"Sabar Yanti, maybe Misha is still tired. Bandung Jogja is not a close distance."

"It's not because I'm tired, but I can't call her mom because she's not my mom. I think bulik is a worthy call for her," Kamisha emotionally heard Yanti's words of her stepmother.

It is still warm in his memory of how the woman had taken her father to make her mother sick and eventually died.

"Based on a brat!" yanti shouted.

Oek.. oek... oek. baby's crying voice stops their quarrel.

"Look at that, because you bastard woke up. I'm tired of taking care of it.."

Bastard son? who is the inner Kamisha.

Yanti went into the room and came out again holding a baby boy.

Whose kid is that? there's no way it's a son Kamisha thought.

"Let's be patient, our family has just been doomed."

"That's your son's blessing and it's none of my business."

"Whose baby is it, sir? why does bulik call him an illegitimate child?"

"That's Kyara's son, her grandson mbak yu mu.."

"Kyara has a child?! when did you marry, sir?"

"He's not married! you bad boy!" sela Yanti's. "We wanted to put him up but he smeared your father's good name!"

Mr. Amir just looked down.

"Sir, answer my question. When did Kyara get married? isn't he still in school."

"Forgive your father Misha, I failed to educate my children" Amir's tears began to fall. "Kyara got pregnant out of wedlock."

"Who's sir?"

"I don't know, he said the nephew of Mr. Wijaya who lives in Jakarta. Kyara fell in love with him until she became pregnant, but the man left and did not want responsibility." Mr. Amir took a deep breath, his voice trembled as he told it all and Kamisha knew how heavy the burden his father was carrying was. What else is the gossip of the neighbors considering they live in the village. He feels pity.

"Mbak Ayu how sir? and where is Kyara now?"

"Mbak yu mu at that time was stressed but finally received everything with iklas. The neighbor's gossip she considers the wind last, but after giving birth, Kyara leaves the house leaving her baby without any message."

"Go? where are you going sir?"

"The father also did not know, he said he wanted to find the man in Jakarta."

"Why didn't Ayu look for him?"

"Ju wanted to find him, but as you can see he went to jail."

Kamisha was silent to her father's story. There is a deep regret in his heart, if he had put aside his ego to not leave the house, it would not have been like this story.

"Your children are nothing but sorry that I married you."

"If you're sorry, why didn't bulik divorce you?!" Kamisha raised her tone

"Ask your father? is he leaving me? wanna divorce me?"

mr. Amir just looked down. Kamisha who was looking felt pity and did not want to prolong this matter.

"Mbak Ayu is having problems sir?"

"Fraud and sale of land. The concerned did not want to reconcile so brought this matter to the legal track."

"I can't afford a lawyer to defend him so I can just give it up."

"Tomorrow I'll go to the police station. When's the trial sir?"

"Say one more week, because there are witnesses, evidence and Ayu also no defense of anything."

"Maybe I can not accompany mbak Ayu during the hearing, sir, because my work in Bandung can not be left. Especially now that finding a job is also difficult."

"Father knows your life in Bandung, you don't have to follow your mbakyu trial. Actually I want to ask for help, you just rest first. We'll continue after you've finished the break."

"Have spoken frankly, it's only he who never paid attention to our distress..boro - boro send money, the phone never."

"What do you ask for, sir?" ask Kamisha regardless of the words of her stepmother.

"Mr. I want you to take care of Kyara's baby."

"I sir? caring baby? but I'm not married, sir, I have no previous experience caring for a baby and I work. Who's gonna take care of him." Kamisha was silent for a moment then continued her words.

"I can't sir, what about Rini's mom in Medan?"

"Rini in the field of his life fit - pasan, her husband is only a laborer."

"So you sacrificed me, sacrificed my freedom to take care of this baby. Caring for the child is not easy sir."

"Look at that, I can already guess the answer would definitely be like that the answer. You bastard!"

"Please help your father, just this once. You are old, you will not be able to take care of this baby." urged Amir.

"No need to force it, we leave this baby in the orphanage. Let's just say his parents are dead."

Kamisha was silent. He saw the baby boy who was currently alone without parents. His fate is almost the same as being alone because he was abandoned.

"Alright I'll take care of him, sir. I'll take him to Bandung, but on one condition."

"What is nduk?"

"Mbok Sri came with me to Bandung. If I work who will accompany this baby."

"Eeehhh don't be so happy, yeah. Who will take care of your father?"

"There is no bulik. Bulik it now the father's wife, should be bulik who takes care of the father."

"Have not argued anymore! Misha wants to take care of her baby Kyara I'm happy" replied Mr. Amir. "Well, if that's what you want, just take Sri to Bandung."

"Now, because now you take care of it," Yanti handed over the baby to Kamisha.

Once in Kamisha's sling the baby was very calm and not as fussy as before. Perhaps the same fate is equally left alone by loved ones. It was like there was an attachment between him and the baby. Kamisha smiled looking at the handsome baby.

We will live together and strengthen each other. I'll call you Axel which means inner peace Kamisha. I will take care of you with all my soul, Axel my son.

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"Who do you want to meet?"

"Ayu Nandini's mother."

"For a moment, please fill in your name, address, phone number and mother's relationship with the prisoner."

Kamisha immediately wrote the data at the request of the police post guard. After he finished he followed the officers to meet with his brother.

"Kamisha, you're coming."

"Yes mbak. How's things going?"

"I'm fine here, you're more beautiful Sha."

Kamisha looked at her tired-looking brother with a glare in her eyes that made her sure that there was a lot of burden she felt.

"Thank you mbak. When did the trial start?"

"One more week. Oh, you've come home."

"Have, and besuk I have come home," Kamisha kept silent. "Sir, Kyara's son I brought to Bandung."

"So you told me everything?"

"It's mbak."

"I'm sorry that you're Sha, always bothering you. I don't know who else to ask for help, rather than my granddaughter being put in an orphanage."

"It's okay - what could I also not bear after seeing the condition of Axel from childhood is abandoned."

"Who's Axel?"

Kamisha smiled. "Ayu's granddaughter I can name Axel, right?"

"As far as you are Sha, you've been willing to take care of her already mbak is grateful."

"Have you heard anything about Kyara?"

"No, I don't know how my son is. I've failed Sha's parents, so I feel calmer if my granddaughter comes with you."

"Sir, I say goodbye first. I need to buy some stuff for Axel before I take it to Bandung."

"Thank you so much Sha."

Kamisha gave a little money to Ayu in jail later. After that, leave the police station.

Before returning home Kamisha stopped by the shopping mall. He bought some stuff for Axel. Clothes, blankets, milk, diapers and other baby needs.

"Misha! Kamisha right?" call a man. "Call me yet?"

"Hmm" Kamisha tried to remember. "Oh Great right, his son sir lurah."

"Yes.it's right. Been back to Jogja a long time?"

"Just this morning until, tomorrow I'm home again."

"Well just a minute?"

"It doesn't take too long to get permission. I can - I can be fired later," Kamisha explained with a smile

"You're married Sha?"

"Not yet, you alone?"

Agung just kept quiet and watched Kamisha with a strange look. "I'm next month?"

"Oh yeah, congratulations."

"You're not married yet but already have Sha's son?"

"Oh yes it's okay in this day and age" replied Kamisha lightly.

"Fortunately I didn't express my feelings for you."

"What does this have to do with me having a child?"

"There, because now I know you're not a good woman - either. Have children but no husband."

"Gung you're not far away. So always narrow-minded like this, people can have children even though they are not married. Adoption is possible."

"Oh. yes, yes." said Agung with a shy smile, he realized his stupidity.

"Now I'm thanking you, for undoing your intention to express your feelings to me."

"You mean?"

"Well, I don't need to waste my energy rejecting you," Kamisha smiled looking at Agung who seemed a little emotional. "I'm leaving first yes, my son is waiting."

Kamisha immediately headed for the cashier to make the payment and returned home.

At home Yanti was waiting impatiently.

"Where the hell are you? your baby is crying."

"Axel bulik, his name is Axel. She cried because bulik did not carry her. The baby was sensitive to her feelings." After washing her hands and feet. Kamisha immediately changed clothes and took Axel from Yanti's sling.

It turned out that after being in Kamisha's arms, Axel looked calm. Kamisha headed to the kitchen to meet mbok Sri.

"Mbok, you've been kicking (talking) with mbok Sri?"

"Sampun (already) mbak, about me coming to Bandung right?"

"Mbok Sri has packed?"

"Sampun mbak, the clothes I brought were just a little."

"Yes already, tomorrow morning we leave at dawn yes mbok, let later arrive in Bandung at noon."

"Well (yes) mbak."

"Hmmm I'd like to ask."

"On nopo (what) mbak?"

"On the people who impregnated Kyara?"

"Ssttt. don't be hard mbak, later if you hear I can get angry."

"What do you mean, I don't understand?"

Mbok Sri drew Kamisha's hand to speak outside. "So gini mbak, the father had met the man who impregnated mbak Kyara even asked for accountability, but Pak Wijaya's family is the richest family here, they even beat the father."

"Father in hajar mbok?"

"Yes, probably because it's making a fuss there. Father raged and broke the goods in the house of Mr. Wijaya. But it turns out that the man is also no longer there, he said studying abroad."

"Heh the rich do sometimes act arbitrarily."

"Yes mbak, so the father advised that his children do not know if he got beaten up."

"Yes, thank you for the story. It seems free too if now I come to the house of Mr. Wijaya. The cowardly man ran away from responsibility. Grateful Axel wasn't taken care of by such a person."

"Don't mbak, if anything happens - do I get angry."

"Then I go in first. Axel's asleep."

"Yes to mbak."

Kamisha went inside, he put Axel on his bed. The plan is that he will buy a baby box when he arrives in Bandung.

Kamisha's lying next to Axel. I think I should work harder for you. At first I was afraid of not being able to take care of you, but now I accept your presence. I'm sure it's like fate written in the course of my inner life Kamisha. He fell asleep next to Axel because tomorrow they will leave for Bandung. Leaving behind a place full of memories.

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