Forever Love

Can I Hold His Cheek?

At around two in the afternoon Tristan returned to the hospital to check on Qania. He continued to think about it until in a hurry he hit a little boy who was running while holding his ice cream.

Tristan helped the boy stand up, he thought the boy was crying from falling on the ground, but he didn't.

"You're all right? Sorry Om was not careful path," said Tristan then took the child in his carrier to a bench near the hospital park.

The boy shook his head making Tristan smile with relief.

"Who were you? Where are your parents?" cecar Tristan while looking left and right tried to find the whereabouts of the child's parents.

He returned to shake.

Who does this kid have? Why aren't there any parents, Inner Tristan.

"What are you doing here?" ask Tristan again.

"KTP" he said.

Tristan frowned, he was confused whether this child asked for his ID card or ID card is another abbreviated name of the mark of population. Or a signal.

"KTP has Om where, I want to see," he said again.

Tristan shook his head, then he reached into his pants pocket and took out his wallet and gave the boy his ID.

"T-r-i," the boy was visibly upset, "Why is the name Om so hard to spell, yes" he lamented.

Tristan chuckled, he ruffled the hair of the little boy who was still trying to pronounce his name.

"Tristan, the name is Tristan" said Tristan still chuckling.

"Oh."

"Why ask for ID, anyway?" ask Tristan curiously.

"Soalah said Setya's grandfather if he wanted to talk to the stranger he had to ask for a ID card, later if he did not know I was kidnapped," he replied making Tristan again chuckle.

"Smart kid" said Tristan stroking the boy's head.

"Why are you here alone?" ask Tristan again.

"Mommy's sick, Om. I went out to buy ice cream" he replied.

"Oh, keep the Papa?"

"Udah in heaven, Om. Daddy, I'm in heaven" he said.

Tristan felt bad for making the boy sad. He hugged her for a moment.

"What's the pain?"

"Accident, Om."

"Whose name are you?"

"Arkasa, Um. Arqasa Wijaya's. What is Om doing here?"

"You look at the future wife, hehehe. And what's your mom's name?" ask Tristan again.

"Qania Salsabila Wijaya, Om."

So he's Qania's son? I'm lucky to meet you here.

"How old are you?" ask Tristan.

"Almost five years anyway, Om. But it's still a long time," he replied ambiguously.

Whats! Four years is this smart. No wonder, he is Qania.

"Om from just now it's mulu-nanya, continue to wear the mask again. I can't see Om's face" complained Arqasa.

Tristan chuckled, then he opened his mask and threw a sweet smile at Arqasa.

But the smile faded as he saw the boy's face staring at him wistfully.

She why?

"Why you, baby?" tristan asked confusedly.

Arqasa.

"So is sick? Why are you crying?"

There was no reply from Arqasa, the boy shed his tears but he quickly wiped them away leaving Tristan astonished.

"Nr ...."

"Yes." Yeah."

"May I hold her cheek?" tanya Arqasa.

Tristan reflexively held both of her cheeks while wondering inwardly.

"The face of Om is very similar to Dad**dy me," continued Arqasa.

Tristan finally understood the sadness of this child who turned out to be sad because he saw his face. He nodded with a smile allowing Arqasa to hold his cheek.

The tiny hand slowly taped down her cheek, very soft and comfortable for Tristan. Her heart was touched at how happy this child was when he could touch her cheek.

"Still Om" said Arqasa after releasing his grip.

"Here Om hugged," said Tristan and Arqasa immediately entered into the decapitation of Tristan.

"Om sure I miss Daddy so much, I just can't see Dadddy I never even saw. But through Om's face I can see Daddy's face that I miss so much.

"Om know, Mami I was very stupid," said Arqasa making Tristan frown.

"Stupid?" tristan Beo.

"Yes. So right, that Mama was praying every night and I used to hear that I woke up" she said.

"Who prayed is stupid?" tanya Tristan chuckled.

"Yes is Om. Mommy time every night praying for Daddy to be turned over to Allah, already so cry while coercing Allah. I used to hear Mami prayer like that I also follow praying. But after I ask the same mom ustadzah temat I najai, if people have died it will not return.

"But why, Om, Mami, her prayer is always like that at home. I will feel sorry for Mami, she does not know that people have died will not be able to return again. But I did not dare to tell Mami, later Mami more sad," Arqasa's story, Tristan who listened to her also grieved.

So all this time Qania had always hoped for Arkana to return. Is that through me? If so, your prayer will be granted Qania.

"That's because Mami loves your Daddy too much, son. Oh yeah, did Mami never get close to other men?" tristan Search.

"I don't understand Om" replied Arqasa.

Tristan laughed, how could he ask that of a four-year-old boy.

Silence enveloped the two. Slowly Arqasa raised his head to look at Tristan.

"I thought it was Daddy, Om" he said.

"Then let's just say this Om is your Daddy" Tristan said sincerely, there was a feeling of affection in his heart for the boy.

Arqasa. "Can't, Om. Mami said, no one can replace Daddy and Daddy will never be replaced by anyone. I want to think of Om as my Daddy, but I'm sorry I can't.

"I've been through it all together with Mommy. Mom said, Daddy is still in our hearts and will never leave. Mami just don't want to replace Dadddy, when I want to replace Dadddy anyway."

There was sadness and disappointment on Tristan's face. He thought he could get closer to Qania through his son, but his guess was wrong. The son and mother were both hard-hearted to maintain the position of Arkana Wijaya.

"Arqasa, have you ever felt that Mami was lonely?" tristan asked, trying to disrupt the boy's defenses.

"Mommy is always lonely, Om" Arkasa said.

This is not the answer I want. Apparently this boy knew that his mother was lonely.

"Mommy has a lot of burden on your mind, Mami is sorry for being away from me. I've heard that Mami wanted to quit her school because she couldn't get away from me. But Setya's grandfather kept Mami excited for the future of me and Mami.

"I was sick but did not dare to complain to Mami because it would be a burden on Mami's mind. Poor Mami, so Grandpa said I had to grow up to be a great man in order to protect Mami. I'm just Mami's man, Om. So every time I'm sick I don't want to tell Mami, Mami's protective period is crybaby anyway. I have to be stronger than Mami, so I can take care of my beautiful Mami.

"Let Daddy still be there, Om. I can definitely be like my school friends who are escorted to school with their parents. I was sad, but Mami said I had to be strong. I'm a boy, abstaining from whiny. I'm also Daddy's replacement for Mami, everyone says I look a lot like Daddy. So, if I miss Daddy, stay ngaca said Mami."

Tristan was speechless to hear Arqasa's outpouring of heart, the little boy was already acting precocious. Perhaps it was the upbringing of Qania that allowed his son to behave like that. He did not even see the sadness on Arqasa's face when he told her of his desire to go to school between his parents. Tristan knows, the boy is actually sad but he does not deny that this child is very good at playing expressions like his mother.

"Yes Om, I want to go in first. Mami Cariin" said Arqasa rushing down from their seats.

"Eh ... Om inter, yes," said Tristan surprised from his daydream.

Arqasa smiled as he shook his head. "No, Om. I can do it myself. Da da Om, nice to meet you," said Arqasa then sprinted away from Tristan who was still staring at him.

I have to be strong, I can't be whiny. I wanted to cry to see Tristan, but Mami will be angry if I cry. I have to be a strong man, so I can protect Mami. Don't cry, don't cry, be a strong boy. Hiksss, Daddy I miss Daddy.

"The boy is so great, I salute him and I am proud of his persistence. If he could be my son and I could be Qania's husband, how proud I am to have the daughter of such a great woman."

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