Don't Take My Son

Who's That Man?

"That's not mine.I'm not pregnant." said the Goddess.

"Not yours? Then.....?" Ask the Gods.

"That's..that's..have Kharisa." said Dewi with trembling lips. Suddenly God was shocked, his eyes were round, staring at his wife.

"What did you say? What do you mean Wi?" Dewa read the identity of the USG results on the front sheet and the name of his daughter Kharisa Maura Pradita. He threw the results of the USG examination on the floor.

"Wi the examination is not true, is it? There's no way your son's pregnant Wi." The God holds tightly to both shoulders of the Goddess with the glare of her sharp eyes making the Goddess surrender what her husband will do. Dewi returned her husband's gaze with wet eyes, tears wet her cheeks.

"That was indeed the result of Kharisa's examination yesterday.....Kharisa is pregnant." said Dewi, she covered her face with both hands, her crying broke.

"How can Wi? Who's got him?" Snapped God, his emotions were completely uncontrollable. As this is the true nature of God, easily angry, can not control his emotions, especially when in the office, any incompatible always brought emotions, especially when in the office, only in this house God is almost never angry, because the Goddess is always smart to make the mood of God comfortable. Only this time the God was really angry, of course, making the Goddess shrink, so as not to dare to raise her head.

"Who is Wi." he snapped again, his voice getting louder and higher making the Goddess jerk, will definitely be heard all the way to the outside of the room.

"Mas' girlfriend." replied the Goddess sobbing.

"Daughter? Kharisa has a girlfriend? You never even told me that Kharisa has a girlfriend. Or maybe you didn't know your son had a girlfriend?" Still with high notes. The goddess did not dare to raise her head, her cheeks wet by her unbearable tears kept flowing down her cheeks.

"Jawab Wi...you don't know, do you?"

"Kharisa never told Mas, nor did he ever introduce his girlfriend" she replied in a soft voice.

"What kind of mother are you, taking care of one child isn't good." The god took the results of the ultrasound examination lying on the floor, then hurriedly walked out of the room.

"Where are you going?" The goddess immediately followed her husband's steps.

"Kharisa's.....Charisa....." Shouting God called his daughter, he opened Kharisa's room violently.

"Patience Mas......What do you want?" The goddess was so worried her husband was acting out of control on her daughter. Kharisa who was lying down playing his HP immediately got up sitting down to hear his papa yelling at him, he looked scared.

"What is this Hah?...what have you done Kharisa?" God throws the results of the ultrasound in front of his daughter. Kharisa's body seemed to be shaking, only this time did he see his papa getting angry like this, his cheeks were instantly wet, he couldn't help but cry.

"I'm sorry Kharis Pah."

"Papa does not believe secretly you have ruined your own honor, you want to humiliate Papa Hah....? Want to ruin Papa's self-esteem?"

"I'm sorry Kharis Pah...." Only that sentence could come out of Kharisa's mouth.

"Who is that man, who?" The god still kept on emotion, not seeing his daughter who was so frightened.

"Who made you pregnant? Answer?" Jerking God, the Goddess could not do anything, she could not assuage her husband's anger. Kharisa instead retreated against the wall, still sitting on his bed, his body trembling, his tongue crabbing, he was really afraid of his papa's anger. Seeing the state of her daughter, the Goddess immediately approached her and embraced her.

"Mas don't be like this, Kharisa is scared, let me explain" said Dewi trying to calm her husband.

"This is what happens when you overindulge the child." The god turned his face away.

"Mas....Kharisa's daughter, different from her three brothers who....."

"Have...have...now explain who the man is...?" God cut off his wife's words.

"She's her upperclassman, Kharisa, just graduated this year, her name is Rafael, yesterday just left for America to study there, she can not be contacted, her HP is not active, Kharisa does not know where the house is." Dewi tried to explain what she got from Kharisa's information last night.

"Whose son is he?" ask the gods again. The new goddess realized she had not asked this to her daughter, may Kharisa find out.

"Basar snot son, do not know his house, do not know his parents, dare to do anything." God murmured, but was heard by the Goddess and her daughter.

"It was a surgeon.heart surgery." said Kharisa Lirih, his voice sounded hoarse.

"Dear name....?" The goddess stroked her daughter's head prompting her daughter to recall what her daughter might have known.

"Doctor Birawan ..... Birawan Hartadi's." Fortunately, Kharisa remembered the name of his father Rafael, Rafael was indeed a story about his father who was a heart surgeon, his father really wanted Rafael to become a doctor as well in order to continue his father's career, so that he could continue his father's career, rafael's two brothers have no interest in becoming doctors.

"You find out where the house is, if we're there right away to hold them accountable." God told the Goddess, God left his daughter's room.

"I'm sorry Kharis ya Mah, Papa became angry with Mama, Karin did not want to get pregnant Mah, Kharis did not want to have children.." said Kharisa sobbed.

"It's been....Mama is okay, Kharis just recite the same Mama, do not argue, Mama want to call Aunt Meta first, who knows she knows the doctor Birawan, you just rest." Dewi leaves her daughter to her room where her HP is stored, not seen her husband in the room, usually when he is angry he will suck his cigar.

In the room, Dewi contacted her best friend Meta, hopefully fellow doctor Meta knows dr. Burawan.

"Yes Ma'am...What's up? how's Kharisa doing?" His best friend's voice answered his phone.

"Kharisa is good Met, well even though he still has not received his pregnancy."

"What god's Mas? Did you know?"

" Just told you, he's mad at Met, he blames me for not taking care of the kid." The goddess breathed her breath.

"Patience yes Mba.." said dr.Meta.

"I'm okay Met, I accept, it's my fault, I don't take heart the words of God that actually hurt. Oh yeah Met, you know dr. A heart surgeon?" ask Goddess.

"drs. A birawan? dr. Birawan Hartadi is not...?" Ask dr.Meta to make sure.

"Yes, Birawan Hartadi." The Goddess of spirit, it seems like her best friend knows the person she is looking for.

" What's wrong with dr. A birawan?" ask dr.Meta curious.

"Kharisa is pregnant by his girlfriend, his girlfriend yesterday just left for America to study there, until now can not be contacted, said Kharisa his father is a medical doctor, his name is dr. Birawan Hartadi, Mas Dewa wanted to come to him, wanted to hold him accountable, but did not know his home. You know Met, you know him?" clearly Goddess.

" dr.Birawan owner of the hospital where I work Ma'am, I have been to his home in Pondok Labu area during halal bil halal events, but I do not memorize the full address. But if you want to come directly easy to find, near the Al Ikhlas Foundation, which has an SD IT school, which has a large mosque in front of it, his house parallel to the mosque blocked two or three houses if not wrong. His house was covered in a high fence but in front of him was his security post." Dewi was truly grateful that her best friend could provide her with the information she so desperately needed.

"Thank you, you have helped me a lot, I don't know how I can repay you." Since the first lecture Meta did a lot of help Dewi, until now it turns out that Dewi can not be separated from the help of Meta, his best friend.

"Don't talk so Ma'am we are like brothers, it should have helped each other, and this as a coincidence, I know dr.Birawan yes because of fellow doctors. So Mommy's going to her house?"

"Yes met, I want to tell Mas Dewa, just said that if you have the address, now you want to go there. Thanks again, Met."

"Sama-sama Mba, if you need my help again do not hesitate Mbak."

"Yes Met, I close well, Assalamuaalaikum...." Dewi ended the conversation with her best friend on the phone. With little hope of her husband's anger subsiding, she searches for her whereabouts to tell her the information her husband asks for.

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