Don't Take My Son
Is That Really Him?
This morning the sun seems shy to appear to the surface making the sky look cloudy, indeed now it has begun to change the season from the dry season to the rainy season, in this week several times it has rained at night even though it is only a short time and not too big.
It turns out that not only the sky looks cloudy, Kharisa also felt his heart cloudy, in contrast to his son who again looks cheerful and excited. Yes Rakha is so eager to go to school, he wants to show his photo duties to his teacher and to his friends. Yesterday Kharisa made a frame of cardboard decorated with a sticker of his favorite racing car, fortunately at the accessories store he found a sticker with Mcqueen's picture. Rakha was impatient to tell his friends who were in his picture who were none other than the people who loved him very much.
Seeing her son excited instead of making Kharisa happy, his face did not show sadness but in his heart still felt sore every time Rakha asked her dady, she said, at this time maybe Rakha's sadness has been treated by the presence of the figure of Faisal who has always been his helper god, but what about later.
Last night before bed Rakha spoke to her momy.
"Momy, why is it not Om Isal who is my Dady." said Raka while lying down hugging her photo assignment.
"I want Om Isal to be my Dady, because wait for Dady I'm not going home for a long time, why old school?" At that time Kharisa was just silent, closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.
"If Om Isal be my Dady, I was delivered to the same school Om Isal, telus belajal najai same Om Isal, before bobo must be read celita until I bobo."
"Momy Om Isal won't be my Dady?"
"Momy..momy." Rakha turned his head, looking at Kharisa who had closed his eyes, but of course just pretended to sleep.
"Om Isal wants to be my Dady." Rakha muttered as she closed her eyes following her momy.
Kharisa's chest was tight, his heart was sore, he could feel how his son missed the father figure so much, until it was thought by the little boy to make Faisal as his father, the father, although it was during this time Faisalah who carried out the role of father for Rakha. The feeling of guilt, regret back to smother his chest, so that he could not hold back his tears that wet his cheeks, fortunately Rakha was asleep. He got up, sat on the floor with a small carpet, hugged his knees, put his face down, and a sobbing broke that night.
At the end of the third night Kharisa also shed all his complaints to the Creator, even he prayed fervently to be reunited with Raphael, for his son who had been the encouragement of his life.
And this morning the tightness and pain in his chest again felt, when he saw his son was so excited just because there was a figure of Faisal in his photo assignment. His eyes were slightly puffy, yet he hid the pain in his heart with a big smile before his son.
"Momy let's go, I'm done with the ointment." Rakha had finished his breakfast, a bowl of cereal mixed with milk made his stomach feel full.
"Mom grab a bag for a minute." Kharisa picked up the bag in his room, apparently heard a phone call from his HP, and Mr. Andre contacted him.
"Assalamualaikum, yes sir, can I help you?"
"Vaalaikumsalam. Sory Kharisa, I want to trouble you again, this has already departed yet?" ask Pa Andre
"No sir, just left."
"Good, I want to sit down again, is that okay? This is Yanmed's boss is so bad, wanted to have a rich rice breakfast yesterday."
"Oh...ya have Pa later I bought, two more servings rich yesterday?" Tanya Kharisa.
" Yes, then immediately bring it to mess yah."
"Good sir."
At seven o'clock less, Kharisa also set off to deliver Rakha to his school first. Arriving at the hospital he parked his motorbike in the employee parking lot.
"Mas Ahmad...where are you going?" Just finished parking his bike, Kharisa saw his senior Ahmad walking towards the mess. Ahmad heard someone call him.
"You go to the mess Pa Andre, there's something to take." Reply Ahmad.
"It just so happens, all of these are well, Mr. Andre's order." Kharisa thrust a plastic bag containing rice and side dishes. Ahmad accepted it. Not bad so it does not have to mess Pa Andre first, inner Kharisa, frankly he feels bad to go to the mess Mr. Andre, worried about causing slander, he said, especially if it is too often suspected that there will be a special relationship, this one week only he feels there is someone who is monitoring him, because he is often with Mr. Andre outside duties, because he often has outside duties, even though just because he was running the task, it was not only the two of him, but three with Ahmad as an external marketing team.
Kharisa also went straight to the hospital building, after doing his absence directly to the elevator that was almost closed, he immediately entered when the elevator door opened again. It turns out that there are Vania, Meita and two other staff.
"Assalamualaikum, good morning." Kharisa greeted as he nodded his head with a sweet smile on his lips. They also answered the greetings except Meita who revealed her cynical smile.
"Your engagement van was announced by Dong at the welcoming ceremony of your future husband." Meita suddenly broke the silence.
"No, be shy when it's announced" replied Vania while playing a ring around the ring finger of her left hand.
"It should be announced, let all the hospital employees know that the new Yanmed Manager is your fiancee, your future husband, let no actor dare to mess around." said Meita while glancing at Kharisa cynically. Kharisa who was looking at the mirror on the elevator wall, inevitably saw how Meita's expression was as if her speech was directed at him, but Kharisa did not want to take a headache.
"You are Meit" said Vania while shaking her head.
Ting.
The elevator doors opened on the sixth floor. Kharisa hastily came out first, avoiding contact with Meita who several days each meet always issued words of satire of the actor, but he never responded.
As far as the office room looks different, there are several small tables that have been prepared, it seems to be to keep food and drinks, in front of the elevator was not seen a sofa, replaced with a long table for buffet. Yes today there is the welcome of the new Yanmed Manager, is it always as lively as this until there are all food dishes, is it because Yanmed is the new son of the owner of this hospital? Ask in your heart, it could be because of that.
"What time are you leaving?" Ask Mr. Andre to Kharisa and Ahmad.
"After this MM Sir, the agreement is at nine" replied Ahmad, the company that will be visited is not too far away, can be reached in half an hour.
"Who's the doctor, is the material ready?"
"Doctor Arjuna Pak, the material is ready, already copy to the laptop, he is waiting in front of IGD"
"Yes, you're there to go, after you're done straight home, and then go straight to the auditorium, I'd like to introduce you to a new specialist, including the new Yanmed manager."
"Then we leave, sir." Ahmad. Kharisa walked after Ahmad while carrying a laptop bag. In front of the door IGD doctor Arjuna was ready for an outside task, his face looks radiant because it turns out he can be with the girl he was near.
"Please sit in front of Doc." Ahmad opened the front passenger door for Arjuna.
"I'm just behind, thanks." Arjuna instead opened the back passenger door, of course because he knew there was a beautiful girl sitting there.
"Finally can be an outside task with beautiful Neng, how are you?" Sapanya after sitting next to Kharisa.
"Thank God, Mr. Doctor." Kharisa replied kindly, although he actually felt bad to hear the call of doctor Juna for him, especially in front of his partner and there are drivers as well.
During the trip, Juna was more active in asking questions, making the atmosphere in the car feel warm with the chat of three people who will carry out fieldwork, making the atmosphere in the car feel warm, drivers also occasionally draw until it does not feel almost thirty minutes passed they reach their destination.
Health counseling at PT. Sumi Indo runs smoothly, only takes an hour and a half for presentations and questions and answers. At half-twelve in the afternoon they arrived at the hospital. In accordance with the instructions of Mr. Andre, Kharisa and Ahmad went straight to the auditorium which turned out to have been filled by hospital employees who could freely attend without disturbing service. He and Ahmad sat in the back seat that was still empty, while Arjuna went to the doctor's rest room to save his bag, he said.
At first glance he noticed the podium, it appeared the chairman of the Medical Committee was standing on the podium delivering his speech, looked a row of white clothes sitting on the front gasket sofa which only visible behind him. Kharisa immediately opened his HP to check the incoming message, who knows there is an important message from colleagues, usually many midwives or doctors from outside who contact him to ask for a schedule of specialist doctors or hospital facilities, and, not infrequently they tell Kharisa when referring patients, usually Kharisa will go directly to his patients at IGD to welcome him, if he is in the hospital.
The event is still filled with remarks from the hospital director, whether what the director said, Kharisa did not listen to him at all. When the director introduced a new doctor, both the replacement for Manager Yanmed and the newly joined specialist, Kharisa was still focused on his HP.
"Kharisa's finished counseling don't go anywhere, directly back to the hospital, directly to the hall, the show just started." That's a message from Mila, her marketing partner, half an hour ago.
"If there is no loss, Yanmednya kece abis, handsome, dashing, similar to Mr. Andre but Mr. Andre original lost, will be a rival to Mr. Andre in this hospital" Kharisa smiled as his head gnarled through the message from Mila. What if it's cool, handsome, dashing? Ask Kharisa in his heart. Although the handsome exorbitant was free already belongs to someone else, oh yes Mila did not know that the new Yanmed was his fiancee Vania accounting staff, and not yet, Mila must be immediately informed that she immediately undoes her intention to fantasize high, Kharisa mind while grinningly imagining Mila's disappointment.
There was a message from Faisal as well.
"How does Rakha want to go to school? Still not scolding?" Apparently Faisal was worried about Rakha. Kharisa is indeed a story that Rakha had said he did not want to go to school because he could not take pictures with his lady.
"Alhamdulillah want to go to school, already cheerful again and excited, not craving anymore." Kharisa took the time to reply to Faisal's message. Anything about Rakha Kharisa must have told Faisal, had Faisal not been like carrying out the role of father for Rakha, it was fitting that Rakha wished Faisal wished to become his Dady. Then will Kharisa convey Rakha's wish expressed last night, which he did not respond in the least? Too embarrassed for Kharisa to deliver. Faisal had been considered as an older brother who was always present when he needed it, there had been many sacrifices Faisal for both of them, he did not want to burden him again with Rakha's desire to make Faisal his Dady.
Until the event continued with the handover of the post from the old Yanmed Manager to the new Yanmed, Kharisa just raised his head, paying attention to the podium.
When looking ahead, how surprised he was, his heart seemed to stop beating, his body stiff with round eyes, as his eyes were fixed on a handsome male figure with a doctor's distinctive white coat perched on his body. Then his heart suddenly throbbed fast, he covered his mouth with his hands that were about to say his name. He sharpened his eyes again with a feeling of disbelief, must have seen his eyes wrong, maybe just similar, or maybe he was too obsessed to meet him, someone he had been looking for for almost five years, he said, since Saturday's incident, Rakha asked when Dady was coming home, and he wished so much to meet him that he asked solemnly to the Khalik at the end of the last third of the night to be reunited with him immediately. And now that figure could be seen.
Kharisa shook his head, still in disbelief. His body was still stiff with his heart beating fast. The man he was waiting for was still his medical school in America, was not medical school usually taken for six years? It's only been five years, yes it can't be miscalculated. Of course the one in front was not her lover, her face was indeed similar, she still remembered her eyes, her cold gaze when she was with others, but it was so warm when she looked at him, her sharp nose, her sharp nose, his firm jaw line, his stiff lips were hard to smile, all of it was still clear in his memory, but why was it all on the man standing in front of him.
His doubts faded when the MC called his name "Doctor Rafael Juliana Prasetya". The name was also very well known, the same name with men who expected his presence even Prasetya name he pinned on the name of his son.
"El, is that you?" His inner. His hands were cold and trembling. Both of his eyes felt warm along with his blurry vision.
"Is that really him?"
Isn't that Rafael, her lover, the man she's been waiting for, the biological father of her son?
seriate.......
Huuufffff. Finally Kharisa could see the person he had been waiting for. Will they meet?
Keep control.
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