Don't Take My Son

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The sun began to rise, emitting a warm glow in the body that was hit by the wind that blew a little. Two people who have just been reunited after being separated for five years are now on the edge of a vast artificial lake located on a plateau. The lake is known as the largest reservoir in Indonesia, in addition to its function as a water reservoir dam that is used as a PLTA (Medical Power Plant), also used for irrigation, drinking water raw materials, and, fishery cultivation, flood control, and used as a tourist spot because of its natural beauty.

The two men were sitting on a wooden bench under a cherry tree that was so shady, looking at the lake that was spread wide with ripples due to the wind. They are silent, no one has started to open the conversation, maybe they are arranging their hearts. Reuniting after being separated for so long makes them like strangers who just know each other, although in their hearts still stored a deep love and longing that arouses, but the awkwardness felt by both of them was especially felt by Kharisa. Moreover, now he began to install a barrier wall after knowing the man he was waiting for had been engaged to another woman.

"So why take me to this place?" Kharisa's soft voice broke the silence. Rafael turned his head towards him, then sighed.

"I want to hear your explanation of everything that happened after I left for America." Rafael.

"Don't I tell you, ask your parents, especially your mother, they know everything." Kharisa's reply reminded him of what he said a few days ago.

"I want to hear an explanation from you." Said Rafael while looking at Kharisa who was looking at someone who was fishing on a raft by the lake.

"Why? Don't you trust your parents, aren't you sure what they're telling you?" Kharisa asked, now his heart feels sore, his memory of the treatment of Rafael's parents, especially his mother, is back present, but he tries to remove the shadows.

"I want to hear the story according to your version."

"Do you think my version of the story will be different from your parents' version?" Kharisa still asked as if testing Rafael, honestly Kharisa actually wanted to know what his parents explained to Rafael, did they not tell the truth?

"Please Risa I want to hear from you directly." Rafael tried to refrain from emotions, seeing Kharisa who was still reluctant to give his explanation. But Kharisa was still a thousand languages, I don't know what he thought.

"Who's Rakha? Who's the real father?" Rafael asked, apparently he could not wait to find out the truth.

Kharisa was surprised to hear Rafael mention Rakha. He looked over with a frown.

"I met him yesterday, at his school, didn't he look a lot like me?" Kharisa remained silent, not believing that Rafael had met his son.

"Dadynya medical school, far away, old school, can not go home. That's what her mom explained to the boy who when she saw his face reminded me of my childhood."

Kharisa was still unmoved, visible flashes of light in his eyes that grew longer the glint became a puddle of water that he tried to withstand by opening his eyes while raising his head.

"Why do I feel that Rakha's Dady is me? What was my guess wrong?" Ask Rafael who hopes Kharisa will reveal that his assumption is true.

"I don't know what your parents explained, whether it was the truth or whether your parents made up the story." Karisa said, she was increasingly convinced that Rafael's parents had been hiding her pregnancy first and Rakha after she was born until Rafael did not know about her child.

"I'll tell you everything, whether you believe it or not, I beg you not to cut it off until I'm done telling you everything."

"Yes I'll listen, and I trust you." Rafael

"Same......" Said Rafael when he heard from Kharisa's own mouth that Kharisa was really pregnant.

"Don't cut it yet." Kharisa said while looking at Rafael who was looking at him.

"I couldn't believe I was pregnant at the time, but on the monitor there was a fetus in my womb. My feelings were mixed, sad, angry, scared, and I couldn't accept that I was pregnant. I'm calling you, but your HP is off, maybe you haven't arrived or your old number isn't activated, which is obvious I'm so afraid you won't take responsibility. Until the next day when my father came home, Mama told me about my condition and Papa was very angry, he asked me to come to your house, and I did not know where your house was. Lucky I still remember your father's name, Mama's best friend who the doctor also knew your father, and told you your home address." Kharisa sighed, then continued the story.

"That afternoon my mom and dad came to your house, and we met your mom's dad. Ppa explained my pregnancy and held me accountable for what happened to me. I remember, your father was so calm, he didn't ask much, he just said as a form of responsibility he asked me to come to the hospital to abort the fetus in my womb. He said you and I were too young to get married. I have to continue my school, and so do you. Finally my father agreed with your father's advice to abort my fetus, but not with my mother, he disagreed even against it." Kharisa was silent for a moment, his mind was glaring to that time, where he agreed to drop his jan, he did not want to get pregnant, he was not ready to have children, he still wanted to go to school, continue college, she did not want to get pregnant, achieving a dream that might not have been realized if she maintained her pregnancy, that was what was on her mind at the time. While Raphael was frozen with a red face harboring anger, either angry at whom, perhaps at his parents or at himself who was so foolish as to not know what happened to Kharisa because of his actions.

"Papa asked Mama to take me to the hospital to follow your father's advice, but she didn't. Mama doesn't want me to be a murderer, a murderer of my own flesh and blood, neither does she want me to make a mistake, a big sin a second time and neither does she want us to live in regret, until my mother took me away from Papa." Kharisa paused for a moment, his eyes began to glaze over, his chest hurt. Yes parting with his father is a very painful thing, although his father was angry, disappointed but he was sure his father loved him very much and he loved his father very much. She felt guilty that her mother had to part with the husband she loved. He did not feel his cheeks wet with tears that he could not contain.

"Rise......." Raphael could not bear to see Kharisa in tears, he felt the sadness, the suffering that Kharisa felt because of his actions. Yes it was because of his actions and because of the treatment of his parents. His heart also felt pain. He stretched out his hand to dry Kharisa's wet cheek, but Kharisa first brushed it off.

"Risa." Rafael could not bear to see the sadness of the woman he loved, he really felt guilty. And now he is very sure that Rakha is his son, his flesh and blood, yes he is Rakha's dady.

"Let me finish my story first." Kharisa said while wiping his tears.

"I, Mama and Bi Nani live in a village on the Garut border with Bandung, we live in the house of Mama's sister-in-law in the boarding school. The house is empty, only occupied while on vacation. I didn't go to high school, I didn't want to achieve my dream. With my pregnancy alone I was devastated, but Mama patiently strengthened me until I finally accepted my pregnancy. Mama said after birth my son will be my encouragement, become my entertainer, gradually I also love the fetus in my womb." Now Kharisa's face looks radiant, remembering the times when she was pregnant, grateful she did not follow her father's desire to abort her fetus. It is true that his mother said that if he did that, he may now live in remorse, and in the moss of sin of course, the sin of a murderer.

"You know, in a village far away from the crowds, I kept hoping to reach you, even though I didn't know how to reach you. Oh yes my old HP was left at home when I left Papa, and there the internet network was very limited."

"I wish I could see you or you would come to see me before the fetus in my womb was born, I don't want him to be born without a father, but until the day of my delivery I still can't reach you. I am sad, disappointed, sorry for myself, how it would have been if my son had been born without a father. Luckily, there was someone who always encouraged me, encouraged me, encouraged me, so I could give birth to my son even without his father by our side." Kharisa smiled remembering someone who had always been beside him, giving support when he was down, encouraging when he was weak, and giving support when he was weak, giving strength until he can stand strong living the bitterness of life but now sweet with his presence and his son.

Ddrr....

There was a telephone connection tone and felt the vibration of HP from inside the Kharisa bag on his lap. He picked it up and saw a phone call on his HP screen, his smile also expands when reading the name of someone who contacted him.

It seemed to connect, like there was a strong inner connection between him and him.

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