Don't Take My Son
That Taste Doesn't Need to Grow
As usual, the days of Kharisa are preoccupied with external marketing program activities that have now been neatly scheduled and the team is getting compact. Monday and Tuesday schedule visits to the company, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday schedule visits to the Puskesmas, doctor's clinic and midwife practice clinic. Saturday is used for administrative activities. The schedule is of course flexible, adjusted to the conditions and needs, not infrequently outside the schedule of company visits he had to accompany Andre to visit the company at the request of the company, usually he replaced with Ahmad, he usually, but these days Andre always asked Kharisa to accompany him until rumors emerged that Kharisa and Andre were PDKT. And this makes Meita as a true fan of Andre, until he breathed isue if Kharisa teased Andre.
"I have nothing to do with Mr. Andre, I went with Pa Andre yes because of business." Kharisa replied as Arjuna clarified directly the isue.
"Ah thank God Neng, A Juna was almost heartbroken."
"What the hell is Doctor Juna." Of course, Kharisa considers Arjuna's speech is only a joke, as usual if you meet it must always tease him.
"Cuekin, let's just say the wind then, later also the gossip evaporates itself." Zaki said as Kharisa complained of feeling uncomfortable with the circulating isue. "It must have been Mr. Andre's fans who felt rivaled" he added. Actually Kharisa wanted to talk about it with Andre, but seeing his boss's relaxed attitude made him undo his intentions. It seemed like he also had to behave like his superior was facing rumors about them.
Isue was in Rafael's ears, of course he did not believe the rumors, but still made him curious.
"Bang, brother doesn't mess with Kharisa." Rafael asked last night as they finished enjoying dinner at the mess.
"How's it going?" Andre asked while frowning, he was not ignorant of the gossip that was preaching it, but he considered it the wind then, sometimes he deliberately responded as if the gossip was true if in front of his admirers including Meita.
"Again Kharisa again PDKT." Rafael
"And you believe?" Ask Andre casually
"Not really....."
"Well, why use everything." Andre glanced towards the fridge grabbing a cold drink, the night air was hot, it seemed like it was going to rain. In his heart he laughed at his cousin, he must be jealous. There is a sense of pity also considering the fate of the romance of his cousin's sister, and makes him dizzy when thinking about it.
He himself will feel confused when in the position of Rafael.
A few days after the arrival of Rafael to the house of Kharisa, their relationship was getting better, their communication was smooth even though often through WA chat because Kharisa always refused to meet in person. In the hospital they just passed each other and just greeted each other and threw a smile, as if they did not know each other very well, as Kharisa wanted, she said, he does not want to appear again rumors that he is close to the manager yanmed who already has a fiancee, surely he will be rumored who teases him, even though in reality it is the manager yanmed who is trying to get close to him, more precisely, he reached for his heart again.
Usually in the evening Rafael will contact Kharisa through Wa chat, they discuss more Rakha, more precisely Rafael who more often ask about Rakha, Rakha, there was also a one-time vidio call at Rafael's request on the grounds that he missed Rakha while Kharisa did not allow Rafael to come to meet Rakha every day, fearing that Rakha would have many questions, surely Rakha will ask why Om Doctor comes to his house every day, while Kharisa is not ready to tell Rakha who Rafael really is.
And Rafael must be satisfied by asking Rakha through his WA chat, like tonight, after clarifying to Andre about the rumors circulating between Andre and Kharisa he laid his body on the sofa, he said, while sending a message to Kharisa.
"Today Rakha nanyain I don't?" Rafael very much hopes Rakha will like him and start to miss his presence, maybe this is too soon he hopes like that, the new two they meet, the new two times they meet, rakha Rafael could have been just an ordinary friend to her mother.
"No." a short message from Kharisa was read immediately, making his heart immediately shrink, but making his blood feel hot. If only Rakha had known that he was his dady maybe Rakha would have missed him and wanted to be with him. He immediately sent another message to Kharisa.
"When will Rakha know that I'm the dady?"
"Give me some El time." It's always Kharisa's answer, Rafael's mind.
" Morrow weekend, can I see Rakha? I want to talk to you."
Tomorrow Rafael plans to return to Jakarta, he wants to ask for an explanation from his parents, especially his mother who has made a different version of the story about Kharisa, but he wants to meet his son first.
"Come home." Kharisa's reply made his heart relieved, a faint smile rising on his lips.
"Okay, I'm there tomorrow afternoon."
"Rakha what are you doing?" Rafael sent another message
"Just slept." Kharisa
"Photoin dong, I want to see if he's sleeping."
Not long later Rafael looked at a photo sent Kharisa, looks Rakha is asleep with a slanted position, his face is so peaceful, his hand is holding a toy attached to his chest, a red race car, the race car looks like his favorite toy, unfortunately not the toy Rafael bought a few days ago.
It's okay, tomorrow he will ask what toys he likes and will buy them for Rakha.
*****
POV Faisal
As I promised, today I will meet Kharisa and his son, Rakha whom I have considered as my son. Ha...ha..ha...don't laugh at me, don't you think I'm my son? Although there was no blood relation or brother, my relationship with Rakha had been established since she was born, from waiting for the moment of her birth, to complaining, to calming her down by holding her when she was fussy, to bribing her, sometimes to bathing her, am I not like his father? Even our relationship was established since he was still in his mother's womb eh momynya. He..he.iya momy, Kharisa inginya called momy by her son, so cool she said, then her son would be funny call momy...... Ah it's up to Kharisa, even though in my ears it sounds weird that it's important he's happy.
Yes I want to see Kharisa and Rakha happy. After the winding journey of his life he lived, now is the time for him to be happy. Now my memory travels back five years when I first saw the girl who came from the city in a state of slump, frustration and worse in a state of being pregnant, while she was not married, that made him sad full of regrets.
And it didn't feel like for almost five years that I accompanied him, comforted him, gave him strength so that he could take the test that God gave, gave him confidence that he could get through a phase that felt tough for him, and he can prove he can get through it all. From the beginning she was just a girl who was frustrated with her dreams, now she can achieve her dreams, he said, she used to hate her pregnancy so much that she even wanted to abort her fetus now she loves her newborn baby who is now growing and developing into a healthy and intelligent child, also fun. She used to be a self-blame child and now she is a great mother, a strong mother, raising and educating her son lovingly. And now it's time to see her happy.
My trip this time felt more relaxed, yes I went to the city where Kharisa lived using a travel from Bandung, after finishing attending the wedding reception of my lecturers. Hoping to sleep to rest my eyes and mind, it turned out that when I closed my eyes, my mind still continued to wander considering the first time Kharisa said that he had met Rafael, who had been with him, the man who had been waiting for her, Rakha's biological father, whom they had been waiting for her arrival. I should have been happy to hear him tell the news, because it turns out the prayer that has been promised by Kharisa Allah but why do I feel disappointed and excluded? And I was so happy to hear Kharisa say he was going to marry Rafael because he was engaged to another woman.
Astarghfirullah.....
What's wrong with me, why do I have this kind of petty feeling? Happy in the sorrow of others? Though I often remind Kharisa to keep the heart not to be happy to see difficult people, and difficult to see people happy, but now I alone can not organize my heart. Maybe because there was a feeling I was afraid of losing Kharisa, I was afraid that if he returned to Rafael I could no longer get close to him as well as Rakha. I myself do not understand my feelings towards Kharisa, all this time I consider him as a sister, like the mandate of Abah who asked me to consider Kharisa as a sister, she said, but sometimes there is a feeling of dislike when he is close to other men, a kind of jealousy.....No, no, no, no, I'm just afraid that Kharisa will be hurt by men close to him. Ah I don't know what I obviously don't like when anyone comes near Kharisa.
Sometimes I also ask how Kharisa really feels about me, because I feel he also does not like if I am close to other women, such as with my college friends, sister level or friend of DKM activists in my college. Once when he saw me together with a friend in DKM, he looked at my friend with sharp eyes, and when I played to his contract he leaned in with many questions.
"A who was yah akhwat? who's? fellow majors?"
"It is akhwat, if the Brotherhood is not possible to wear hijab." I replied then with a chuckle, he looked sullen at my answer.
"A Isal again taaruf same him?" Ask with a grim face.
Once also when I walked together with Kharisa to the exit gate of the campus, suddenly there was a level sister who approached me later while the road invites me to discuss the subject matter, suddenly Kharisa walked quickly left me, and when he got to his contract, he did not greet me at all, I ended up just playing around with Rakha. I asked in my heart, wondering if Kharisa was jealous? But that conjecture was eroded as he poured out his feelings, if he wished to see Rafsel again, and would always wait for him, the man he had always loved. Finally I threw away the taste that grew in my heart for the woman who had been close to me besides my mother and sister. That sense of unworthiness grew in my heart, enough affection from a sister to her sister, that it was worth it to make her happy.
Traveling with travel is more comfortable. There was a familiar song in my ears, although I did not like music very much, but this song I often heard in my office, one of my colleagues who loved music, he said, deliberately playing a collection of songs on his laptop, so as not to be quiet he said. I also followed the lyrics of the song that floated in my heart
I got it
The journey you are now going through
I wish
Although heavy, you don't feel alone
You're fighting
Let me accompany you
Wash your tired
Let me paint twilight
Carve your name there
Heard you tell a story
Crying, laughing
Let me paint a night
Bring you the stars
'Your friend's injured
Until you're happy
The lyrics of this song feel connected to what is in my heart and mind at this time, as if it is intended for someone in my mind, someone I love sincerely, he said, what I want to see is that he is happy with his life now, yes I want to see Kharisa and Rakha happy, even if later I can't share it.
I'm right here
If you are tired, try again, do not stop
I wish
Although heavy, you don't feel alone
You're fighting
Conquer your unbeautiful days
Let me accompany you
Wash your tired
Let me paint twilight
Carve your name there
Heard you tell a story
Crying, laughing
Let me paint a night
Bring you the stars
'Your friend's injured
Until you're happy, ha-ha
Ha-ah, ha-ha
Let me paint twilight
Carve your name there
Heard you tell a story
Crying, laughing
Let me paint a night
Bring you the stars
'Your friend's injured
Until you're happy
'Your friend's injured
Until you're happy
Song title: Painting the Twilight
by Budi Doremi
If I could sing and play an instrument, I would like to sing this song in front of him.
And it did not feel like I had arrived in the city where Kharisa and Rakha were, I got off at the travel pool and immediately ordered an online ojek to go to Kharisa's house, the time was already at half-five in the afternoon, he said, it turned out that only an hour more journey I took from Bandung to this city. Just ten minutes by ojek I arrived at the residential gate, I stopped there because I was going to stop by the mini market, buy something for Rakha, her favorite food and drink. With a plastic bag with a mini market logo that I visited, I walked to the house of Kharisa which is not too far from the gate, only about two hundred meters away has been seen a white fenced house that I have very familiar. I saw a luxury sedan parked in front of his house, it looks like a guest to Kharisa's house, I saw the door open.
"Assynolt......." I saw Rakha with someone in the living room.
"Waalaikum... Om Isal..yeeehh Om Isal came.." cheers, he kissed my hand, I crouched down to hold him and kissed his forehead.
"Om Isal here is Om Doctel."
seriate.......
