Devotion of Love

My son

"Arkan, you don't have the right to talk that hard to Hanna!" ghibran said, holding Arkan's hand. Arkan brushes Ghibran's hand. Arkan does not care about Ghibran's opinion, because Hanna is actually being disrespectful to him. It wasn't Arkan who was rude and outrageous to Hanna.

"I don't need rights, because she's my sister!" sahut Arkan cold. And left behind Ghibran and Savira.

In disbelief was evident from the faces of Ghibran and Savira. But Savira did not care about Arkan's words. Hanna's depressed condition, seizing Savira's mind completely. He won't let Savira be depressed alone. Savira will always be there as Hanna's best friend.

"No way!" ghibran said in disbelief. His voice can only be heard by Ghibran himself. It was seen Ghibran shaking his head many times. Even Ghibran accidentally pinched his arm. He's so distrustful, if Arkan's an ordinary young man. Even very poor, none other than Hanna's older brother. Heir to the family of the most distinguished and richest after the Anggara family.

"Let's wait, you have to explain something to me!" ghibran shouted in a loud voice. He ran after Arkan towards the lecturer room.

Arkan continued to walk unscathed by the call of Ghibran. Arkan did not want to turn back. Seeing Hanna's tears that hurt her so much. But softened on Hanna's disrespectful attitude. Just gonna make Hanna feel right and more out of control. As a sister. Arkan should be able to educate Hanna. Although all of that felt heavy, it was even impossible. Looking at Hanna who grew up with gentleness and was always pampered.

"Guil!" ghibran said emotion, right behind Arkan. Ghibran's breath was heard hunting, he was running with all his might. Chasing down Arkan who seemed to be dodging from him. Arkan looked over with a face that did not care. It's as if Arkan doesn't consider the Ghibran to be.

"What's wrong?" as Arkan calmed down, Ghibran stared intently at Arkan. If he had forgotten their friendship. Maybe since then, Ghibran has hit Arkan in the face. He was furious, when Arkan said rudely to Hanna. Moreover, Arkan's attitude makes Hanna hysterical.

"I can't believe you're Hanna's sister. He's the only daughter of Agam with his first wife!" ghibran said in disbelief, Arkan was silent. There was a sense of pain, when his existence was never known by anyone? But there was a sense of pride, when he realized his decision to go with Tika. Has made him mature and not greedy for his family's property.

"I am indeed the son of Abdillah Abqari Agam, only his real blood flows in my body. Believe it or not, it's the same for me. Hanna and I were born from the same womb, the same year, the same month, the same date and hour. Hanna's not just my sister, she's my twin sister!" arkan said firmly and loudly.

"What?" ghibran shouted in disbelief, as he pulled Arkan by the hand.

Ghibran looked at Arkan's eyes. Hope Arkan's words are nothing more than a lie. Ghibran's disbelief is not without reason. The faces of Arkan and Hanna are not very similar, although in terms of age they are both the same. Arkan covered the mouth of Ghibran with both hands. The loud voice of Ghibran attracted the attention of other lecturers. Arkan was deeply embarrassed to see the reckless attitude of the Ghibran.

"Be quiet Ghibran, my relationship with Hanna is not that special. Until you have to shout and tell it to a lot of people. Look at us being the center of people's attention!" arkan said annoyed while keeping Ghibran's mouth shut. Ghibran slowly nodded in understanding. It was as if Ghibran had realized his mistake. Arkan opens the mouth of Ghibran.

Arkan wants to see Tika soon. It also happens that Arkan gets guard duty. Since her identity was revealed. Arkan refuses to be on the team of doctors treating Agam. Not that he hated Agam, but the pain. As if making Arkan afraid wrong in caring for Agam.

"I told you, whatever you think? I don't care, there's a connection between me and Hanna. All is not very important, actually the blood that flows in our bodies is the same. A reality that won't change, even if we want to deny it!" said Arkan casually, then walked out of the lecturer room. The ghibran can only silently accept Arkan's indigestible explanation.

"It's so bad, papa, that you don't want to know papa!" said Agam Lirih, Arkan turned his body 180° towards Agam. He saw Agam leaning on the front wall of the lecturer room.

Arkan personally who is indifferent to the surroundings. Therefore he does not feel the sight of Agam who is standing on leaning against the wall. I heard everything Arkan said to Ghibran. Even Arkan's cold attitude towards Hanna was visibly seen by Agam. Agam wanted to feel angry at Arkan, but the truth was not Arkan was wrong. But the circumstances that made it all happen.

Agam could not hold himself back anymore. That's why he decided to come to Arkan. If you wait for Arkan to come see him. I don't think I can wait. Arkan's cold attitude made Agam feel. His waiting will be in vain. Arkan would never meet her. During the misunderstanding between them.

"When are you here? Would you like to eavesdrop on my conversation!" arkan said coldly, Agam bowed coldly to the words of his son Arkan who disappeared for fifteen years.

"Arkan, can't you call me papa once. I'm your father, I'm no one else. I've been waiting for you to call me Papa. When you were a kid, you never looked at me warm. Now that you're an adult, you refuse to call me papa!" agam said softly, Arkan stared fixedly at Agam.

A man who is no longer young. A thin look on his face. Scars that indicate a life experience that is not small. Marriage with a big age difference. Makes Agam look older than Tika. Arkan looked down lethargic, seeing Agam coming at him. Though inwardly, Arkan did not want to see the weak Agam.

"We better get off campus. It's not worth it, if personal matters are discussed on campus. In front is a cafe, we better talk there!" arkan said, then walked to the cafe without caring about Agam's answer. Only Arkan's strapping back was visible to Agam, far and away.

"When, he looks a lot like you with a hard and cold attitude. But in silence he keeps a sincere love for others. I don't know when the warmth of Arkan's hand will I feel? But I believe your upbringing will bring him to meet me with love!" agam lirih.

"Of Agam!" greet Ghibran, then turn to the gaze of Religion.

"He's my son!" agam told Ghibran.