Don't Take My Son

Nostalgic

"El , where are we going? Why don't you go to the outer ring toll just let's hurry." Suddenly Kharisa made a sound, but since entering the car he just silently stared at the window to his left. He was still angry with the surprise given Rafael, he was actually happy to also be picked up by Rafael let alone have his son, only he was upset since yesterday did not know the news of his son, he was not aware of his son, and it turns out that Rafael took Rakha to his house, and met his parents. He sat in the front seat beside Rafael, while Rakha sat in the back as he wished, so he could freely play with his new toys.

Kharisa still poultice the streets in the South Jakarta area even though for more than three years he has never been there, not much has changed, only now more cafes and restaurants with attractive displays.

"I want you to feel nostalgic." Rafael answered while remaining focused on the streets in front of him.

"El is already going to afternoon, pity Rakha later soy sauce. We better just go home." Kharisa obviously did not want to linger with Rafael, what was he saying? Rafael says you want to reminisce? Wh-wh-what for? It will only open up memories that make his old wounds inflamed again.

"El we just go home, tomorrow Rakha has to go to school." Said again.

"Let's come here Sa, I miss hanging out at the cafe near the school first. You must be missing too." Tidbits lightly. Apparently Rafael's desire contradicts the feeling that rages in Kharisa's mind. Obviously Kharisa wants to bury his memories with Rafael, so that he does not mindfully decide he will not accept it back and live together, he said, while Rafael just want to remember the good times when they were together so that Kharisa not easy to forget the sweet memories, and recall their love so beautiful that when the love of Kharisa has worn off, Kharisa, can grow again after remembering the beauty of their togetherness first.

Kharisa just kept quiet, not trying to resist anymore because the BMW car carrying them had entered Jl. KH. Ahmad Dahlan Kebayoran area, where their high school used to be. Of course, Kharisa remembers this road, he upheld his seat, looked forward, began to look at the school building first which included a superior and favorite school in Jakarta. Rafael slowed down his car, turned towards the school gate and stopped in front of him.

"Sa...you must miss this place, right? Ah I think I want to go inside, I can't." The school looked quiet, no one was there, no security guards were standing guard at the post, probably because the day was off and the time was already late in the afternoon.

"Don't be weird El, why do we go in there, the gate is also padlocked." Said Kharisa ketus, obviously he did not want to remember the days of his school, especially with the forced and sudden he had to leave this school, his heart felt sore.

"You didn't miss Sa, I was last here when I came home from Amrik a few months ago, I found your homeroom teacher asking about you, and I got a lead. Ms. Amel said that she sent your report and file forportfolio to the city where you now live, but she didn't have the full address, just memorized the name of the city. That's why I accelerated my move from the central hospital." Now Karisa was stunned to hear Rafael's words. Did Rafael really find out about him?

"When the first semester of college I also came here, but no one knows where you are, at that time Ms. Amel was on maternity leave, she gave birth in her hometown, she gave birth in her hometown, HPnya could not be reached, and no one knows the address explained the hometown of Bu Amel. At that time I did not get any information about you, and finally five years we separated ya Sa." Rafael let out a long sigh, his chest feeling tight.

"And like a dream suddenly I met you in a place that previously made me lazy to move there, then meet Rakha...." Rafael looked back, looking Rakha was engrossed in playing a robot toy that could turn into a fighter.

"It feels like a dream." she said again. Kharisa just silently listened while looking ahead.

"I miss the basketball court, where we first met, you remember? At that time you really jutek Sa, but that's what makes me like you." Rafael turned his head with his lips together, coinciding with Kharisa who also turned towards Rafael, their gazes met, Kharisa quickly turned his face back to the front.

"So don't want to go down, don't want to see the alma mater?" It seems Rakha is curious to invite Kharisa to reminisce at school.

"Not to." Kharisa replied while shaking his head. "I'm not a student of this school." Now his voice sounds sad. Kharisa turned his face towards the window, not wanting Rafael to see his eyes that were beginning to dew. Unfortunately he could not resist the dew in his eyes to not fall on his cheek. He rubbed his cheeks with both hands. Of course Rafael saw it.

"Ah Sa, sorry I didn't mean to make you sad." He stretched out his hand to rub Kharisa's wet cheek, but Kharisa immediately brushed it off.

"Sories..Sa." Rafael understands Kharisa does not want to be touched.

"Dady...why is belhenti here?" Suddenly Rakha stood behind her dady, apparently Rafael and Kharisa forgot that there was Rakha sitting in the back. Whether their chat was heard by Rakha or not, hopefully not, if you hear it, hopefully Rakha does not understand.

"Eh Boy.this dady school same momy back when it was high school." Raphael rubbed his son's head.

"Momy's school with Dady's...." Rakha watched the building surrounded by a fence in front of her.

"I want boalding school with Khanza, can't Momy?" Kharisa looked back, nodding his head while smiling at his son. Looks like Khanza's adult-assured little girl has already influenced Rakha about their school.

"Who's Khanza?" Rafael asked, he had just heard the name called his son.

"That's my temen, uh my sodala." Answer Rakha relax. Raphael frowned, looking at Kharisa for an explanation.

"Khanza's Rakha's age, Faisal's niece." Obviously Kharisa, Rafael nods his head in understanding. But hearing Faisal's name called, his expression showed dislike.

"Telus later I will go to Mesil school, rich Wa Ila and Wa Fakhli." Babe Rakha again

"Eh Rakha laper no? We'll stop by the cafe first." Rafael hurriedly switched the conversation, he suspected that Rakha was not his brother Faisal anymore, he was lazy to hear it, it seemed like jealous flames were adorning his heart.

Rafael drives his car away from his memorable high school, stopping in front of a cafe not far from the school building. The cafe is also full of memories for Rafael and Kharisa.

Rafael ordered the food and drinks they used to order. Cheesse cake her favorite food, dimsum, and spaghetti carbonara sauce with extra cheesse. Rakha even only wants to order ice cream, but still taste the food ordered by her. The cafe looks a lot of changes, but the nuance still remains the same as before, making it difficult for Kharisa not to remember the past with Rafael. His intention to forget the memories with Rafael even now the memories reappear.

After they finished enjoying the food, they left the cafe full of memories. It used to be almost every day after school they stopped by this cafe.

Their car is now passing through the beautiful cottage area, the area where Kharisa's house is located, also his papa house but different housing complexes. Somehow Rafael even directs his car to get there, but makes them further towards the road back to the city where they live.

"Would you look at your house? Kangeen time." Rafael. He remembered the road to Kharisa's house.

"Can." I don't know why Kharisa nods and nods his head. What is clear is that he really misses his home, the house where he grew up, but five years ago he left it.

The day had begun to dusk, the sky had shown a reddish color when Kharisa was in front of his house. The house is empty but looks clean and well maintained. True, his father said, this house is empty but well maintained. Hopefully one day he can stay again in this house, with his mother, and Rakha of course.

After looking at his home, he invited Rafael home.

"We're going home El, the sky's getting dark."

Rafael drove his car towards the outer ring toll road, hoping the trip could be faster. The Maghrib prayer rang when their car entered the toll gate. Rakha did not hear the babble in the back seat because it turned out that Kharisa's favorite boy was asleep hugging his new toy robot. The atmosphere in the car was silent, Kharisa and Rafael were silent with their respective minds, but it turned out that with the same memory, they both remembered their previous togetherness, remembering their good times before destiny separated.

seriate.......

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