Finding the Heart

The Crown Prince's Protest

At almost twenty p.m., Dicky's car was parked in his brother's yard. The three of them came down and entered the house, from inside Risa had already welcomed them. Experiencing her husband and in-laws, as well as her sister-in-law.

"Dhika is asleep?", asked Yudha while taking off her coat, and then gave it to her wife.

"It has. He fell asleep in front of the television. She's from yesterday waiting for her Papa to come home"

"On television? Later he can catch a cold" said Juan.

Yudha headed towards the middle room, Dicky following behind her. Sure enough he's asleep. Yudha knelt beside her son who was asleep on the floor. She caressed the sleepy little man, her feelings as a father being disturbed at the sight of her oldest son sleeping waiting for her to come home.

"You better move him to the room, Yudha" said Juan.

Yudha took the phone out of Dhika's grasp and gave it to Dicky. Yudha carried Dhika on her shoulders. Not yet at the end of the stairs, Dhika woke up.

He saw someone holding him. He smiled as he rubbed his eyes.

"Have you come home?!"

"Hm... Sleep in the room?!"

"Why go again, huh?"

Yudha was silent, her eyes were staring at her beloved son, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes, a longing and a plea for her papa to remain with her.

"Papa's not going anywhere anymore, ko. Would you like anther to go to the room?!"

Dhika. Cheeked. Silenced. Heads. In stomach. Dhika laughed out loud. Then she hugged her father.

"Well, say good night to Grandpa and Oom Dicky"

"Ehh..."

Dhika looked back. He only realized that there was his grandfather and his favorite handsome Oom. Juan kissed lucunua's grandson.

"Good sleep, baby" said Juan.

"Good sleep, handsome Oom"

Yudha brought Dhika upstairs. Entering his eldest son's room. A special room for Dhika which is the setting with the feel of a boy. Full of ball and car ornaments. Nice and comfortable room.

Yudha poured out her body beside Dhika. He deliberately waited for Dhika to fall asleep, then he returned to his room.

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Keekkk ...

He opened the door, then his eyes looked for someone last night. He saw his father praying.

"Horay... Papa came home really", he murmured.

Dhika headed for the bathroom, washing her face and mouth. Then back to her father's room. He saw his father still praying. He sat behind his father. Also pray.

"Hopefully, Papa can play with me often. I love Papa"

So his prayer in the heart.

Yudha looked back. He laughed amusedly at Dhika who raised her hands and closed her eyes, reciting prayers.

Realize someone is paying attention. Dhika opened her eyes. He then rubbed his palms against his face.

"Aamiin.", he said forcefully.

"What are you praying for, son?"

"What do you pray for?"

"Pray that you will be a good child, dear Papa Mama and adek. Diligent studying. So proud of family"

"Have you been so long, Pa?"

"Hmmm..."

"Does God hear us not if we pray long?"

"Sure dong. That's why you pray because you're solemn. Must seriously. So it must be heard and granted by God. Especially if you're a good boy, sholeh boy"

"Yes, Pa"

They both went downstairs for breakfast after cleaning up and changing clothes. Clarissa had prepared breakfast for her husband and son. Special fried rice with egg plunge and a glass of warm milk.

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