Don't Take My Son

False Alleged Again

"Mamm...uh....eh.....mamama...." Rakha awakens in Bi Nani's arms as they exit Rafael's house. Rafael's mother is still seen standing in front of the door watching Kharisa who took over carrying his son, his facial expression still looks flat but his heart ripples when he sees the face of the tiny figure who is now awake, as if looking at him. His memory flew to 19 years ago, the gaze from the boy's eyes in his mother's sling reminded him of his youngest son, how it could look like, really like Rafael as a child, his inner self. But he soon entered his house.

With a sad and disappointed face, Kharisa got into the car while holding Rakha whose eyes look cute, it seems still sleepy.

"Where are we now, Neng?" Ask Faisal. He was eager to comfort Kharisa who was sad, from his face he could not hide his sadness, and Faisal could feel it. After hoping for almost two years to meet the man he loved, who was also the father of his son, it turns out that good luck has not sided with Kharisa, he still has to be patient, you know, until when. He did not think with the attitude of Rafael's family, especially his mother, was it really unacceptable for Kharisa and Rakha? At least receiving Rakha as his granddaughter, his online blood, but not seeing, let alone being interested in carrying her. He was furious considering the attitude of his mother Rafael earlier.

"I want to go to Papa's house. Sir, to the area of Pondok Indah well, sir the driver knows the way is not?" Suddenly there was a desire to visit his Papa even though with doubt, this was beyond his plan, suddenly remembered his papa. Moving to Jakarta, who knows, he can meet his father.

"I forgot to remember Neng, still South Jakarta area, right Neng?"

"Yes sir, not too far from here, we go back to the Fatmawati road."

"Neng is good." The driver, named Mr. Ahmad, started driving his car, leaving Rafael's yard.

"Neng Kharis, shouldn't you say Mama Neng Kharis." Bi Nani was a little worried about hearing Kharisa's desire to visit her papa's house, her mother would not like if she knew Kharisa met her father, not without reason, there must be a reason. Kharisa knows that.

"Welcome here Bi, not necessarily papa is at home, if you say first to Mama surely Mama will not ngijinin Bi, Bi Nani later do not tell Mama yes." The longing for his father strengthened his heart to come to his father's house, his father's house with mama Lisna of course. What news of the house he lived with his mother, a house full of memories, must be empty, no way his father lived there. Clear crystal fell on his cheek without being able to resist, recalling the memories with papa, mama at his home.

"Hiks...hiks...hiks....." She couldn't stand it either, tears melted down her cheeks, making Faisal look back.

"MISS.....?" Faisal's expression hinted at asking what's wrong? Is it okay?

"I'm okay A, I just remember papa, mama." He hugged the little boy in his lap. There was only regret that he felt, if only he had not done that stupid thing, if only he had reminded Rafael at that time, not to follow his wishes, maybe now he was gathering with his father and mother. But there will be no Rakha of course. He looked at the face of his little son, a sinless face, which he had not expected, but now because of the little boy he was the spirit of living life, the spirit of striving for a better future life. Now is not the time to drown in regret, regret is necessary for self-introspection and self-improvement, but that does not mean blaming the destiny of the past. Now is the time he fights for Rakha's future, for the happiness of his loved ones.

He hugged Rakha more tightly making Rakha rebel.

"Mamma....Neh....Neh...." Rakha pulls Kharisa's veil.

"Oh...Rakha's thirsty and hungry huh?" Kharisa realized that now it was Rakha's time for lunch.

Not felt half an hour later they were already in the area of Pondok Indah, Kharisa directed Pak Driver way to his papa house.

Their car was already in front of a high fenced house, about the same size as the house they had previously visited, it's just that there is no security post and the yard is more beautiful because there are trees and flower plants that thrive and appear to bloom. Every day the house looks lonely, there is no life, the gate is locked as if it shows there are no inhabitants, even though it may be residents in the house, the fence is locked just to keep strangers from easily entering the house.

Kharisa and Faisal got down from the car, had memorized how to call the one inside the house, Kharisa pressed the bell mounted on the side wall of the fence that was easily reached by his hands. Twice he pressed the bell, there was no one out of the house yet. Pressing the bell again, a small garage door opened and a middle-aged man came out running towards the gate just in front of Kharisa.

"Yes, what's the need?" The middle-aged man squinted his eyes, watching his guests from behind the iron fence that was still locked.

"Mang Jaja....i Kharisa, Mang Jaja still remember me?" It turned out that Kharisa knew the middle-aged man, of course he knew him, Mang Jaja was already in the house before Kharisa was born, he worked with his wife as a domestic assistant, he said, his wife takes care of the house inside the house, while he takes care of the outside.

"Non Kharisa?" Mang Jaja frowned, ascertaining whether it was true that in front of him was Non Kharisa the son of his master. Of course he was hesitant because the appearance of Kharisa in front of him is very different from the one Kharisa used to know, when he was in High School, and also in high school, Kharisa who was in front of him using a hijab and who he knew Kharisa left his papa with his mother who was none other than his employer's second wife.

"Yes Mang Jaja, it's me." Kharisa's face expectantly Mang Jaja to know him and open the door letting him in.

"Yes Allah Gusti." Mang Jaja picked up the lock on his pants pocket and immediately opened the turnstile in a hurry.

"Let's Non come in, Non who's here?"

"Just Mang." Kharisa returned to the car to take Bi Nani down and asked the driver to put his car into the yard.

"Jeez Nani, suganteh kamana maneh teh (chirain where you are), thank you or still gawe jeung Bu Dewi mah (thankful if you are still working with Bu Dewi)" Mang Jaja was also familiar with Bi Nani, they used to live in one village and Mang Jaja who brought Bi Nani from the village to work in the place of his employer's second wife.

"His Ja, teu tega oruh ninggungkeun Bu Dewi and Neng Kharisa(Iya Ja, do not have to miss Bu Dewi as Neng Kharisa)." said Bi Later.

"Mang Jaja, Papa is there?"

"Oh yes let's Non go inside, Mr. this morning out, if the mother is there, Non enter through the front door only, I open the door first." Mang Jaja half ran in through the garage door.

Not long after the living room door opened and there was Mama Lisna in front of him, apparently Mang Jaja immediately told Mama Lisna that there was Kharisa.

"O Allah Kharisa you come home, dear." Mama Lisna hugged her daughter with water welling up in her eyes. Although a stepson, and the son of her husband's second wife, she loved Kharisa as much as she loved her own children let alone all boys, and she was eager for the presence of girls.

"Let's go in baby, just as Bi Nani turns out, let's go in Bi." Kharisa entered followed by Bi Nani and Faisal with Rakha in his arms.

"We're just sitting in the middle of the room."

"Oh my goodness, who is this? Saucy." Mama Lisna tried to reach Rakha for her to carry, presumably her grandson, Kharisa's son whose husband had asked to abort her. And strangely Rakha also wants to be carried by Mama Lisna, usually Rakha does not want to be close to people she does not know.

"This is Rakha Mah." said Kharisa Lirih, Mama Lisna must know the story from her father.

"Thank God, Mama was very worried about your content, Mama was happy to see your granddaughter, sorry your papa Kharis. Forgive your grandfather, son." Mama kissed Rakha with tears.

"How's your Mama doing?" Ask Mama Lisna. "Alhamdulillah good Mah." Since Mama Kharisa left home, Mama Lisna has never communicated, every contact HP mama Kharisa must be inactive, of course because the number was changed.

"Your father is meeting with his business partners while playing golf in Serpong, he just came home soon.

Now they are sitting on the sofa in the living room, including Bi Nani who actually feels uncomfortable sitting there, usually Bi Nani gathered in the kitchen with Mang Jaja and his wife Bi Asih, who is also in the kitchen, but at this time he did not have the courage to take the initiative to go to the kitchen.

As they were engrossed in conversation, there was the sound of someone walking in from the side doors that penetrated the garden and garage.

"Pa pa......." Kharisa was stunned to see his papa standing looking at him, his heart was pounding, his eyes unwittingly began to blur against the puddles in his eyes, until the tears fell on his cheeks. Finally he was able to meet his father who missed him so much, but he was unmoved, still sitting glued to his face, wanting to hug a body that still looks strong at his age which is more than middle-aged, but his body felt heavy to move, until Mama Lisna patted him on the shoulder and nodded her head as if to signal Kharisa to approach his papa. Finally Kharisa stood up and stepped closer to his papa then hugged him with sobs coming out of his lips.

"Excuse Kharis Pah, forgive Kharis.....Kharis kangen with Papa." Kharisa hugged his papa waist tightly, like he did not want to be away from his papa, his cry was increasingly broken while his papa just silently looked down at his daughter's shoulder that shook because of his crying. There was no sign of her papa returning her embrace, only a gentle swipe in her head.

"Nurma...mamama......." Suddenly Rakha whines, perhaps seeing her mother who is hugging a stranger, she is afraid of her moment being seized, just as if her mother was hugging her, surely Rakha immediately protested by whining or letting go of his oman embrace. Rakha's whining made Papa Kharisa turn his eyes towards Rakha who was being carried by his wife.

"This is our grandson." Mama Lisna smiled happily, but not with Papa Kharisa, her face looked red, anger on her face. He let go of his daughter's embrace, and walked over to Faisal who was sitting on the sofa across from Mama Lisna.

"So you're the son of a bitch who ruined my daughter." Papa pulls Faisal's shirt on his chest until Faisal's body is dragged out of the sofa and...

Bukkkkp.....

A punch landed on Faisal's face making Faisal sound.

"Father..do not...." Kharisa shouted, but his shout was too late, as one more punch landed on Faisal's face, loud enough to make Faisal fall with bloody lips. Rakha cried loudly to see Faisal fall on the floor and heard his mom scream, Bi Nani immediately took Rakha from her sling and took her out.

"Papa, don't Pah." Shouting again, he dashed towards Faisal, protecting Faisal from his papa who was about to deliver another blow.

"Awas Kharisa, that jerk must be beaten." Papa's face still looks full of anger.

"Stop Pah, he's not Rafael !!!"

Seriate........