Don't Take My Son

He's my son

"Om doctel come on in....." Rakha pulls Rafael's hand and takes him to the living room. Rafael followed Rakha by carrying two large plastic bags in his left hand.

" Om doctel sit down." Before Rafael sat down, Rakha first sat on the long sofa, Rafael was sitting on a single sofa in front of him blocked by a table, he put a parcel on the floor to his left.

"Om doctel kok know my house?" Rakha asked astonished, he was indeed a critical child, would ask anything that made him curious, including at this time he was curious why Om the doctor who had met at his school could come to his house.

"Because Om....." Raphael paused for a moment, his heart calling itself Om before the blood of his own flesh.

"Because Om knows from Momy Rakha, Om his friend momy Rakha." Reply Rafael a little lie, actually he knew this house because he had stalked Kharisa, even observed it for almost a week.

"Owh.so Om doctel his friend Momy." Rakha. "Friends, Om at the hospital?" Ask again to make sure.

"Yes, Om same momy Rakha works at the same hospital." Rafael replied, since then his heart rippled to see Rakha who continued to ask, imagined how Kharisa would answer his son's questions especially when asking about his dady.

"So Om Doctel here don't want to see me well, want to see momy?" This time Rakha's face was slightly disappointed.

"Om want to meet Rakha kok, so this Om bring this for Rakha." Rafael shows two packs beside him.

"Om bring the same toy snack for Rakha, but Om do not know what toys and snacks Rakha likes, try here see Rakha likes not?" Rakha hurriedly got down from the sofa approaching the package that Rafael showed.

"Well, this doctel is a lot of toys, this is for me all?" Rakha took out one of the toys from a large plastic bag with the logo of the city's famous toy store. There are several hotwheel cars and track tracks, robots that can turn into cars, basketball with a ring that can be attached to the wall, lego and some miniature Disney cartoon characters, Dragon Ball, and others, Avanger.

"Yes, everything is for Rakha, Rakha likes it?" Rafael widened his smile seeing Rakha excitedly taking out a toy and looking so amazed.

"Like, love Om Doctel." Rakha replied with a sumringah, but a moment later her face looked scowled.

"But Om Doktel subtly said it used to be with Momy, you can not toy for me." he said while looking down.

"Of course, this is a gift from Om, Om will tell Momy Rakha." Rakha's face was back.

"Who's guest, dear?" A woman who has not reached the age of half a century approached the living room, she still looks beautiful, at first glance similar to Kharisa, and Rafael is very sure that this is Kharisa's mother just like the one he saw a few days ago on the terrace. His heart was now beating fast, however the guilt towards Kharisa and his mother now enveloped his heart. There was a fear that Kharisa's mother would hate him and not accept him, but he was ready for the risk, the purpose of his arrival to this house in addition to meeting his son, also to meet Kharisa's mother, and to meet Kharisa, of course to apologize. And now Kharisa's mom is in front of him.

"There's Om Doctel Oma, Om Doctel, Momy's best friend, but Om Doctel is here to see me, see Oma Om Doctel giving me lots of toys for me." Mama frowned at seeing that many toys for her grandchildren, not to mention one bag next to her that contained food. Then mama turned to look at the man in front of her who had stood up and nodded his head with a smile on his lips.

"Sorry aunt if my arrival interrupts me, I'm Rafael." Rafael reached out his right hand to grab the hand of mama Kharisa who looked stunned.

Rafael...the name is certainly no stranger to mama, he still remembers when his daughter mentioned who the man who had impregnated her. In fact, he several times asked Rafael to his daughter, whether he could be contacted, or already got his contact number. The last time he asked his daughter was she still waiting for Rafael? And giving the advice to not expect much of his appearance is even better to forget about it and start thinking of plans ahead to find the right father figure for Rakha, and what you're proposing is to try to open your heart to Faisal.

But now the man her daughter was waiting for was in front of her.

"Aunty......" Rafael grabs my mother's right hand and kisses the back of her hand. Mama was a little shocked.

"Oh.iya, please sit." Mama said after looking at Rafael's face with a difficult look.

"Darling.call Momy in the kitchen, say there's a guest." Mama said to her grandson, Rakha nodded and went to the kitchen.

Mama was sitting opposite Rafael.

"Tante...I want to apologize for what Kharisa and aunty and family experienced, all because of my mistakes, but really my aunt did not know that Kharisa was pregnant and gave birth to Rakha. I'm really sorry Auntie, my mistake was really big but I really hope aunty will forgive me." Mama can see Rafael apologizing in earnest, and she will forgive him. Mama does not want to hold a grudge against anyone, everyone must have a mistake, including he must have wrong on others that may be intentional or unintentional. So if there are people who feel guilty then apologizing sincerely would be better to be forgiven with a big heart.

"I'm sorry.but I beg you never to hurt Kharisa in the future, he has suffered enough all this time, it is time for him to be happy, so please let him be happy with his son." Mama's words were so succinctly interpreted by Rafael. He agrees and promises not to hurt Kharisa again and will make Karisa happy, but what does it mean to let him be happy with his son, does that mean he is not allowed to be with Kharisa and Rakha, making them happy? Rafael threw away his guess, not that mama Kharisa, her inner self.

"Momy.see that, Om doctel bring me many gifts....." Rakha who was leading her momy pointed to the toy on the floor. Kharisa turned his head towards Rafael with a sharp eye implying a sign of disapproval of what Rafael did bringing many gifts to Rakha. While Rafael just smiled while twitching his shoulders.

"Rakha wants to be here or go with Oma inside?" Ask the man who stood up.

"I want to be here, open the toys." Rakha sits on the floor in front of her toys

"Tante lives inside." said Mama as she left the three of them.

"Hi Sa's....." Ah yes Rafael has not greeted Kharisa. While Kharisa who had been sitting on the sofa still showed an expression of disapproval to see many toys on the floor.

"I can play with Raka yah." Said Rafael, but Kharisa was still silent with a sullen face. "Don't pout that dong." she said again with a seductive smile. Kharisa immediately turned his face away.

"Momy can I open this toy?" Raka showed a blue dus with a picture of a car and the track track was written hot wheels.

Rafael also sat beside Rakha, inviting Rakha to play together.

"We first install the track track, later the car can walk alone here."

"Well, done, uh this batrenya must be installed first in order to push the car speeding."

"OK...now just play the car, save here you press this button, so the car is pushed." Rakha keeps a mini-size car in red, his favorite color, on the start track, then presses the button and the car goes fast through the rollcoaster track, the iron car does not fall and ends at the finish.

"Yeeeehhhh...cool...the car can go up and not fall." Rakha cheered in excitement. Rafael smiles happily at his son's joy, but unfortunately he still has to be called Om. Patience El soon she calls you Dady, comfort her heart.

"Secalang gigililan Om doctel, come on Om." Rakha said excitedly.

"Okay, um the car's blue." Rafael did the same thing that Rakha had done. Rakha cheered again when Rafael's car made it through the track without falling. They both look fun to play together, so they do not realize that Kharisa had left to bring drinks and snacks.

"Udah ah play." Apparently Rakha is getting tired of his hotwheels.

"If you have, trim the toys again." Kharisa. Rakha also tidied it with the help of Rafael.

"Rakha wants a drink? It brings drinks and snacks too."

"I want the white milk Om." Rafael took it.

"Om doctel why do you give this much food, this is all for me Om?" Rakha asked still in disbelief.

"Yes for Rakha, later can make provisions brought to Rakha school." jawan Rakha

"Come with Om." Said Raka after sipping milk box. Now he is enjoying a cheese-coated biscuit in the middle.

"Momy, if Dady comes home later, Momy's performance will be right? Blalti baleng Om doktel ya mom." Rakha's words surprised Kharisa and Rafael. They looked at each other with disappointed faces.

"Well, isn't it Momy?" Rakha asked again because Mommy had not heard her answer to her question.

"Eh.iya." Answer Kharisa.

"Tuuuh Om Doctel dengal well said momy, later if Dady I go home, later on in the hospital as well, so later Dady will be friends with Om doctel." Rafael's heart melos, ah if only Kharisa let want it feels like he told Rakha that he is the dadynya. Rafael was only able to nod his head with a bitter smile on his lips.

The sound of the Adhan echoed from the mosque not far from the house of Kharisa.

"Rakha, let's pray Maghrib, take ablution first, Momy will follow." Kharisa said to his son. Rhaka also did not argue, he already understood the time of prayer that must be hastened.

"Om doctel, I went in first yah want to wudhu first, transparent want to pray maghlib first." Rafael nodded his head. Rakha also went into the bathroom for ablution

"You're great Sa, educate Rakha well."

"It was also thanks to the upbringing of Faisal, during this time Faisal who taught religious knowledge to Rakha, later if he was here I introduce." Kharisa. Not knowing why he heard Faisal's name, Rafael's blood was hot, feeling that Fasal would be his rival.

"El, you're overreacting with all this." Kharisa pointed to the toys and food that Rafael was carrying.

"There is nothing superfluous for Rakha Sa, even this is the first time I bought something for Rakha, I want to pay for all my mistakes to Rakha, including you Sa. And this is nothing compared to what you gave Rakha.

"But there's no need to overdo it like this El."

"I told you, there's nothing superfluous, because he's my son, my flesh and blood, I want to give his best."

"El....." Kharisa still shows a disagreement with Rafael.

"Please Sa, let me give something to my son, Okay."

"Ah yes already...preferably you go home, already maghrib, later we talk again about the thing earlier, we have to equate how to educate Rakha like what, so that Rakha is not confused.

*Ah Sa even though I still miss, still want to be with Rakha, with you too.

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