Don't Take My Son

Papa

Kharisa and the man in front of him were still unmoved in their respective positions. No one dared to say hello first.

"Look......." Finally came out also a voice that sounded vibrating from the mouth of Kharisa calling the middle-aged man in front of him. The crystal clearness fell on his cheeks, while the face of the man called Papa looked cold, yet his gaze emitted a deep longing. Yes the man in front of Kharisa is his father, Papa Dewa. For more than three years they never met after the last time when Rakha was almost one year old he met his father at his home, but unfortunately there was a misunderstanding until Kharisa immediately left his father without speaking at length, without leaving a contact number, until after that they never met again.

Kharisa grabbed his papa's right hand, then kissed the back of his hand long enough that the back of it was soaked by Kharisa's tears that he could not contain. There was no rejection from his father, but he remained unmoved.

"Sir God...." The man next to him who was none other than his personal assistant, awakened papa Kharisa who had just been silent, whatever was on his mind, what was on his mind, he did not refuse and did not respond to what his daughter was doing. Her daughter who five years ago let her down, the only daughter she was proud of had smeared her face and pride, defied her with her mother, then left her, now suddenly in front of her. The disappointment was still in his heart, but his longing was so deep in his heart, that he did not feel his tears welled up, tears of longing held for so long, but his ego was still in control of his heart, until he was silent, strengthening his defensive fortifications.

In contrast to his daughter who could no longer resist his longing, after smelling the back of his hand he hugged her body, very tightly as if he did not want to part with her again, buried his face in the chest of his papa field that still looks solid. Now his sobs can not be held anymore.

"Papa....Kharis miss Papa...." He said in between his sobs.

" I'm sorry Kharis Pah, I'm sorry Kharis......" This time Kharisa hoped his father would truly forgive him. He was wrong, had committed a sin that would drag his parents too, he had disappointed the man he was proud of, his father.

When his father was still shaking, he let his body rest at the feet of his father. "I'm sorry Kharis Pah." The shock left her father stunned to see what her daughter was doing. He quickly grabbed his daughter's body to stand, assisted by Mr. Herman's personal assistant.

"Stand up Nak.." said Mr. Herman, while trying to shrug Kharisa's shoulders, but Kharisa's two hands were so strong holding his papa's legs.

"Kharis won't stand before papa kamafin Kharis." Suddenly Kharisa determined that he should get an apology from his papa right now, their relationship has been in a bad condition for too long because of his mistakes, he said, although his father was also guilty because of his decision which even plunged into the pit of sin. But however, no matter how great the mistakes of parents, in the eyes of children are still parents, who must be respected, with his pleasure can bring salvation in the world and the hereafter. He believed his father still loved him, and certainly forgave him, only his papa ego was too high, so it was he who had to give in, humbling his lowest heart to gain his papa's forgiveness.

Kharisa instead tightened his arms around his father's legs, as his father and Herman grabbed him to stand up.

Finally the defense collapsed of his father, seeing his daughter rested at his feet with sobs and tears. He broke his body, crouched down and grabbed his daughter into his arms. Yes ..Eventually his papa hugged Kharisa, pecking at the head of his daughter who he apparently missed.

"I'm sorry, dear Papa......." The clear sound of her papa in Kharisa's ears, very clear, it is unlikely that she experienced any auditory hallucinations. Kharisa raised his face to see if it was true that his papa spoke just now? And now their gazes meet, gazes longing for each other. Both of papa's hands cupped Kharisa's wet cheeks. "I'm sorry Papa Nak....." They were now hugging each other, standing on their knees, what a moving sight. Fortunately in the area was not too crowded, only seen some people from far away who noticed two different age people who embraced each other, he said, including Andre who turned out to follow Kharisa because he was worried that Kharisa did not immediately return from the toilet and the event will begin soon.

"Kharis who apologizes to Papa, sorry Kharis Pah, Papa is not wrong."

"Pope has forgiven you, dear." Now it was Papa Kharisa who hugged him tightly. .Mr. Herman is crouching now. "Sir, sorry......Mr. Wijaya is waiting inside." Mr. Herman reminded papa Kharisa that he should immediately meet with his relations.

Kharisa and his papa stood up but still hugged each other, no one wanted to let go.

"Papa's meeting till noon, can we meet again." Papa rubbed his daughter's wet cheeks.

"Kharis is here until tomorrow Pah, nginep here too."

"Herman, prepare my lunch with Kharisa, at this hotel restaurant." Said papa to his personal assistant.

"Good Sir." Mr. Herman nodded his head, he already understood what he should do next.

"Can we have lunch together?"

"It can be Pah." Of course Kharisa will not refuse, anyway his place is still in this hotel as well, he will ask permission from his boss Andre, surely his boss will understand. He was also not satisfied to let go of the longing for his father and did not want to miss the opportunity to be close to his father again, let alone his father had forgiven him, who knows being the way he can be together again with his father and mother.

"Papa wait at this hotel resto in the break." Papa said then kissed his daughter's forehead so deeply. Kharisa nodded his head. With a heavy heart papa left his daughter into one of the meeting rooms not far from where Kharisa stood.

"Kharisa......" Andre walked over to Kharisa

"Eh..oh Mr. Andre." Kharisa rubbed both his eyes and cheeks, then tidied his hijab.

"Are you okay?" Andre asked, he still wondered what happened to Kharisa, why Kharisa to rest at the feet of middle-aged men.

"Nothing, sir, sorry I just met my dad. The show has already started, sir?" Kharisa so feel bad, he so late to follow his activities.

"Newly started, most recently a welcome event. Yeah, let's go in, or do you want to go to the toilet first?" Andre said when he saw Kharisa's face.

"Ah ...I look like I've been crying, sir?" Kharisa realized that his face clearly looks out of tears.

"Yes, you should wash your face first, let it look fresh. I go in first well, then you go straight in too." It seems Andre looks worried because he does not understand what is really going on with Kharisa.

Kharisa also went to the toilet first, fortunately he brought his sling bag, there is makeup equipment in it, so it could all touch up his makeup that faded due to tears.

He entered the meeting room and sat in the back seat, the event was still filled with remarks from the Director of Setya Medika Central Hospital. He was a little relieved, could enter without attracting the attention of other participants, he began to listen to what was being delivered, forget for a moment about his papa and concentrate on the initial purpose he came to this place.

*****

Today I arranged my work as efficiently as possible, so that I could go home in time, because I wanted to meet my hero immediately. I promised Kharisa that today and tomorrow I will accompany Rakha. Rakha must be sad to be left by her momy, so I must immediately accompany her.

One by one my work has been completed, some I delegated to my staff, stayed a meeting to coordinate with the Inpatient, Outpatient and IGD Responsible, after which I will immediately meet my champion. I hope there are no meetings with the director.

And thank God, at exactly one o'clock in the afternoon I was able to get out of the hospital. I went straight to Kharisa's house to meet Rakha who must be waiting for me, because he knew I was coming this afternoon.

It turned out that he was waiting for me on the porch, sitting in a chair with an empty look, so he did not realize I was coming and was next to him, no matter what was on his mind.

"Hello....jagoanku again what? Why daydream?"

"The lady......." Rakha looks surprised by my arrival. He got off the chair and hugged me.

"Hey why Boy?" I carried her body, I hugged her and I kissed her soft cheeks.

"I miss you Dady." she said as she held her hands around my neck.

"I miss you too."I rubbed his head with a lot of love. My heart flowered and Rakha missed me, happy, meaning she had felt my existence and expected me to be next to her.

"Why is Rakha alone outside, where is Oma the same grandma?" I sat in a chair, Rakha sat on my lap, it turned out that he was holding her for a long time. So imagine how Kharisa used to hold Rakha, he must have carried her if Rakha was fussy, while I missed those times. I kissed Rakha's cheeks and forehead again to remove my regret.

"Dady..don't kiss too late, I've made it up." Rakha wiped her cheeks with both hands making me smile at her behavior that no child would want to think about anymore.

"Who said Rakha was grown, Rakha was still a child." I said, I pinched his chin slowly with anxiety.

"Momy says I'm a big girl because momy can't hold me anymore." Ah yes of course, Rakha's body is a bongsor compared to his age, surely Kharisa has objected to carrying it.

"Eatya Rakha do not ask in the carrier momy well, let Dady alone the carrying Rakha, if Dady is still strong carrying Rakha."

"But if the Dady isn't there? If I'm lying in kulsi, my fat momy moves to kamal. Smoothly Dady just stay here with me, bial Dady who carried me to kamal if I overslept, temen me with his father live baleng, baleng, why Dady does not live in another baleng I'm the same momy." said Rakha innocently, maybe he sudsh understand should a father live with his son and mother.

"Rakha wants Dady to stay with Rakha and Momy?" I asked with spirit.

"You.mau." she replied, nodding her head.

"Later Rakha said to Momy well that Rakha wants to stay with Dady and Momy. Okay. Can you tell Mommy."

"Can Dady." he nodded his head again.

"Giman tried to tell her." Challenge Rafael.

"Momy I want Momy's baleng to stay with Dady." Rakha practiced the words that her dady ordered.

"Good job my Boy."

"Eh Oma, is Grandma inside?" I just realized I haven't seen Kharisa's mom.

"Oma in dapul again make cake, make it to Abah, Grandma again nyeltika clothes." I frowned as Rakha mentioned Abah's name, who was Abah, what was Kharisa's grandfather?

"Rakha won't come with Dady to Jakarta, pick up Momy? Dady wants to take Rakha for a walk tomorrow to pick up Momy, will you?"

"You.mau Dady. Yeeeaahhh I want to go for another walk with Dady." Rakha came down from my lap, then she jumped up and down in excitement.

"We asked for ijiin first with Oma well, trus get ready." Rakha also pulled my hand into the house. I was happy to see her happy face, no longer pouting as I had seen her coming.

Yes, I will take Rakha to Jakarta and surprise Kharisa by picking him up, he will be picked up by Rakha. May mama Kharisa allow.

seriate....

Hi my beloved reader, I'm sorry I just got up tonight, because there is another busyness in the real world😁 (reason😡).

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