Don't Take My Son

Back to Work

Rafael drove his car on the highway at the recommended speed, not exceeding 100 KM/H even though the road looks empty. His face was radiant, the occasional dikulum smile rising on his lips. Of course Kharisa who was sitting next to him saw that smile felt Rafael was laughing at him.

"Why do you keep smiling?" Ask full of questions.

"Who is smiling?" Rafael neutralized his face as if he was seriously driving down the street.

"You've been smiling like that, and you've been holding me?"

"You're watching me continue? Wh why? Want to see my face?" Rafael asked back and teased him.

"Who is holding you? I see you smiling again." Kharisa objected, indeed he did not look at Rafael but several times looked at him, because he was surprised the atmosphere in the car was so quiet, usually Rafael will talk a lot,

it turned out that her husband was smiling to himself whatever was on his mind, which clearly Kharisa felt that Rafael's smile had something to do with him.

"I'm happy, so that's the smile from before."

"Be aware that I'm surprised." Grutu Kharisa while pursing his lips.

"What makes me happy until I smile?" Rafael asked as he looked towards his wife.

"You know." Answer Kharisa flat.

"He.he..since when to become a psychic, you can know that. What is it that makes me happy?"

"It's because of our marriage, right?"

"That's for sure, but there's something else that makes me happy, just makes me excited today, so the mood booster is really for me." Rafael developed a smile on his lips while glancing at his wife.

"What?" Tanya Kharisa was curious, let alone who needs Rafael as happy as that, is not the dream to be with him and Rakha that is his big dream that must make him very happy.

"That was in the room, before we left the room." Replied Rafael while grinning. Immediately Kharisa rounded his eyes, his hand reflexively hit the arm of Rafael who was holding the steering wheel made Rafael shocked.

"Blu.sebel......" Shouted Kharisa sambi continued to beat Rafael's arm.

"Ouch..aduuuh." Rafael chuckled.

" Pardon me, just one day married already dapet KDRT." kekehnya again. Kharisa stopped his punch, put on a pouting face.

"You're the nyebelin." His word.

"Aren't you happy with what we did, instead of enjoying it?" Tempting Rafael, Kharisa's face seemed to be blushing, he turned his face to the window on his left.

Remembering the incident made him ashamed, for some reason when they had legally become husband and wife, but Kharisa like an innocent girl who was first touched by men. Whereas in the past when dating in High School, when he did not understand the limits of the association of men and women, he did not refuse and did not shyly kiss with Rafael, until he fell prey to surrender his honor.

But just before they left the room, as Rakha was engrossed in watching her favorite cartoon in the living room, Rafael held her back from going out, even locking the door of the room without Kharisa's knowledge.

Rafael immediately clenched his lips without permission first, apparently he could not resist his desire to touch the lips of his wife who since yesterday was so tempting, until when there was a chance, Rafael did not want to waste it.

Kharisa, who had refused by pushing Rafael's body, could not dwell because Rafael's body was more sturdy and his hands locked Kharisa's head.

Kharisa realized he could not resist her husband's wishes, even if Rafael asked for more than just kissing he should not refuse, but he was afraid that suddenly Rakha or her parents entered his room, after all, when they also mepet, must immediately leave for their work city so as not to be late. It's not funny if Kharisa is late, already not going to work twice a week when the entrance is too late.

But over time Kharisa enjoyed the touch of Rafael even replied to him until they were both out of breath. If Kharisa doesn't remind me maybe Rafael will demand more.

"El, we'll be late." Kharisa reminded, they put their eyebrows together with gasping breath, Rafael's face reddened, withstanding his burning turmoil.

"El please don't right now, we have to go." Kharisa distanced his face and tried to take off Rafael's hand which instead touched some of the back of Kharisa's body, his face harrumphed in shame considering what he had done earlier, he instead enjoyed and replied to Rafael.

Finally Rafael relented, harboring his desire that had been tempestuous. Good for warming up, her mind.

"Thank's Sa, I love you." Said Rafael while looking at Kharisa whose face looks flushed, then Rafael again kissed Kharisa's lips and headed to the bathroom. Kharisa himself tidied up his appearance again, tidied his hijab that pointed to the right to the left, then polished his lips again that felt thick with liptin so as not to feel dry.

Truly remembering the incident made his face blush, he continued to stare at the car window to make Rafael continue to tease him. The atmosphere in the car is now warm with the voice of Rafael who speaks a lot to express his feelings, finally Kharisa responded. Even when Rafael complained of hunger, Kharisa offered his mother prepared food, tuna sandwich and some cake stored in the lunchbox. With spoiled Rafael asked to be fed by Kharisa on the grounds that his hand held the steering wheel, Kharisa could not refuse. Their journey was very smooth because the streets were so quiet, in contrast to the road to the city of Jakarta that looks crowded, did not feel they had entered the housing where Kharisa lived.

After getting off the car Kharisa directly to the house of Wa Dewi to take the keys of his house, yesterday mama entrust the keys and ask PRT who at the house Wa Dewi clean his abandoned house for two weeks.

When Kharisa stepped on the terrace, the floor was clean shiny, the patio chair also looked clean not dusty, as well as when entering the house and room, everything looked clean and tidy. Kharisa was relieved, he just got ready to go to work.

He changed his clothes with formal clothes that are usually used for work, while Rafael transports goods carried by Kharisa a lot, there are souvenirs from Singapore for his colleagues as well.

The time has shown at half-eight when Kharisa out of the room that is ready with his work display.

"Would you like to go on a motorcycle?" Rafael asked when he saw Kharisa was ready to hold the key.

"Well, I don't want the others to know our wedding, I'm not ready, let them know by invitation, after I resign." Answer Kharisa sure.

"Everything's been down?"

"Already, what I want to take with me to keep on the terrace, here's the bike I go out first." Rafael asks for the key of the motor held by Kharisa, then to the living room takes out the motor and heats the motor, Kharisa follows him and locks the door of the house.

"Can I take this much on a motorcycle?" It turns out that the items that will be brought to the hospital are quite a lot, not heavy but appreciable up to three large size bags, the contents of various snacks and chocolates, there is a box of various cakes also from yesterday he deliberately brought.

"Can." Karisa arranged three bags in the front trunk, under her feet, quite full, slightly disturbing the position of her legs so it must be widened, fortunately she uses the culottes so more freely.

"I leave first, then please keep the fence closed." Karisa started to take the bike slowly.

"Sa, wait, it's time to be with your husband."

"Eh...." Kharisa stopped the speed of his bike before exiting the fence, extending his right hand towards Rafael who was already on his right side. Raphael greeted her, kissing the back of her husband's hand in haste.

"Helm open it first." I mean Rafael wants to kiss his wife's forehead.

"Why? I rush El, I'll be late. I'm leaving already." Kharisa immediately put forward his bike, he should not be late, while the time has shown at eight less twenty minutes, really a short time, he must tighten the speed of the motor. If Rafael is late it doesn't seem like a problem, people already know he owns the hospital.

"Don't speed Sa." Said Rafael slightly shouting to be heard by Kharisa. He hurried to follow Kharisa with a little worry to see Kharisa put forward his bike rather fast.

Kharisa entered the hospital building with half a run, while carrying three bags made him a little troubled. Thank goodness he was not late, the absent time showed at 07.56 WIB. Several employees who knew him greeted him, asking for news because two weeks ago he was not seen in the hospital. Kharisa only answered her with two words while widening his smile. " I'm a permit."

Arriving at his room, Meli who was sitting at the meeting table immediately shouted.

"Kharisaaa." Meli immediately went over and hugged Kharisa. Ahmad, Siska and Zaki at their desks turned to Kharisa. The faces of Ahmad and Zaki look relieved finally Kharisa entered as well. Unlike Siska who looks cynical, surely in her heart she grumbled.

"You have the heart to make me battered, the photo today you have to overtime help the stacked PR. Mr. Andre said your task is to do administration and help internal marketing, along with me. I know a lot about PR. Yesterday's monthly report is incomplete, there is no recap and analysis of patient satisfaction questionnaire. Recap referral midwives, clinics and companies also keteteran. You know, these two weeks patient referrals have increased drastically, I got dizzy receiving calls from the referrer who asked this. Where your replacement has not been dapet, said Mr. Andre who has tested no one is suitable. You don't have to resign, please Kharis. You have no pity on us-we are battered." Meli directly nyerocos mole his grandfather. His work is indeed metered, because since Siska does external marketing he does not want to help Meli's work by reason of busy working on her visit report. Even though when Kharisa served as an external marketing, Kharisa can still help with administrative work, especially on Saturday there is no full exit schedule.

"Yes I must help, which is my duty I must finish." Kharisa said feeling guilty has made his co-workers tired. But that was not his intention, there was no way he was more concerned with his work when Rakha lay sick. For him Rakha everything and most importantly.

"Nih I bring souvenirs, who will take it, I bring a lot, take it home can also. I keep it on the pantry table, yeah." Kharisa split up some of it to share with other division friends he knew. He also remembered Vania, kangen also wanted to meet his new friend, he became guilty of not telling and inviting Vania to his wedding ceremony yesterday. He also wanted to tell her if he met later. He recalled that there was a mission he had to complete before he left the hospital, uniting two separate hearts that were now reunited.

Not long after Andre came, straight to the meeting table, followed by all his staff sitting down to perform the morning meeting. He briefed Kharisa mainly on his duties for two more weeks.

No attitude changed from Andre towards Kharisa despite his status as wife Rafael, this makes Kharisa relieved because of course he does not want anyone to know with his new status.

The morning meeting was completed within ten minutes, because Andre had to continue weekly meetings with the director of the hospital and other structural ranks.

Kharisa began to do his duties given by Meli, now he himself in his room. Zaki, Ahmad and Siska directly carry out external marketing duties, while Meli conducts inpatient visits. Kharisa looks focused and concentrated with his work. He only glimpsed into his HP screen when there was a notification of incoming messages. Apparently Rafael sent some messages, but he refused to open them.

While in a different place on a campus that still looks lonely, because indeed students have not returned to active college, still the atmosphere of the end of the semester holiday, Faisal parked his motorbike in the parking lot, and the, then he stepped foot into the office building where Prof's office space was. Apandi Sumadipraja.

Last night his professor called him, asking him to come to his office at nine in the morning. Faisal also agreed to come and this morning at nine or fifteen minutes he was in front of Prof's office. Apandy. He sat in the waiting chair while opening his photo gallery, looking at the adorable little boy's face on his HP screen, who else if not Rakha his foster child. His hand continued to shift the screen that displayed a picture of Rakha when he was a baby, when he began to be able to sit, standing up to Rakha using her Kindergarten uniform. It seemed like he never got tired of looking at the images he stored with a special name on his HP.

"Kang Faisal's....." A female voice called her name. Faisal raised his head, turning to the source of the voice. It turned out to be a girl he knew who was none other than the daughter of his great teacher. The girl walked up to him with a smile on her lips, her face was cheerful.

"Kang Faisal wants to see you, right? I'm meeting Mr. Dean first, I said wait a minute." He said, then he sat down in the chair next to Faisal.

"It's for Kang Faisal, it's me who makes you, still the angel is also rich." The girl took out a 11 x 20 cm paper box from her paper bag, thrusting it at Faisal who was fixated yet had time to answer the girl's question. Faisal accepted it. Smelled of chocolate, it looks like chocolate cake or sponge, guess Faisal.

"Cobain, it's still warm."

"Let's bring him a drink if he gets thirsty." Said the girl again while taking a bottle of mineral water and thrusting it to Faisal, Faisal again received it.

"I'm here." Now the girl opened the box in Faisal's hands, it turns brownies with various toppings make it look so attractive.

"It's brownies cut, it's still an angel right, let's coke Kang, while waiting for dad."

"Eh yes..tell me Aini." Faisal looked awkward, for a long time he had not interacted with the girl, but the girl acted as if they were already familiar. Faisal took one piece of brownies with a chocolate chip topping and tasted it. The chocolate cake looks dry on the outside but turns out to be soft inside, and Faisal admits that the newly eaten brownies taste good not inferior to the taste in the famous cake shop.

"No boy?"

"Enak..asli is delicious." Faisal answered honestly. Aini's face seemed radiant hearing Faisal's reply, she smiled with satisfaction. It seemed like he was thinking of making something again for the man he had long admired.

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