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The Beginning of the Rift (II)

Menjana

The son did not find Kanya's figure when chasing the woman out of the house. He stared at the frustrations of the streets of the sprawling residential complex. Guess where Kanya went. While his hand can not be separated from the mobile phone and call the number that is in the first order of his favorite list.

Tuuttt...

There was a hyphen when Putra called his girlfriend's number. But there was also no answer even though he had tried repeatedly. Until the fifth call, Kanya's hoarse voice was heard from across.

"Hello, Kanya. Yeah, where are you now?"

"Don't look for me first. We'll meet and talk if I'm better."

"But Him..."

"Plis Putra, I need time to digest all your Papa's words. I know you must be hard, too, but I really need some time."

"Where are you?"

"In a place where I can guarantee my safety. You don't have to worry."

After saying that, Kanya disconnects the phone. From his tone of voice it sounded if he was so hurt. Even the Son was sure, Kanya was crying somewhere. Given his personality that is not easily open to others, he must be alone and spill all his heart irritation by crying.

The man tried calling Kanya's mobile number again. His face was getting panicked and worried. He did not want his loved ones to endure his grief alone. The son could feel how devastated the woman felt. Like Kanya, she also felt a very painful pain. Kanya is no exception.

Previously, his girlfriend never knew if his mother was secretly in a relationship with a man after one year of his father's death. Unlike the Son who was getting used to when he heard the news that his father would marry someone then ran aground in the middle of the road.

Not with Kanya. The woman always prides on the Son if her mother cannot marry again because of so great love for her late father. And suddenly they meet in the same place as the future stepmother of the lover she has been dating for eight years. Yeah, eight years. Certainly not a short time with various kinds of obstacles and obstacles. 

The son decided to enter the house when Kanya really did not answer the phone from him. In the family room, grandfather, om to tantenya already sitting in a circle on the sofa. Including Sukma - mama Kanya. His father was sitting under his grandfather's feet. His voice seemed so fragile that the Son did not recognize the face of his own father who always looked firm and authoritative every time he met.

"He's here, you just ask him what he thinks of your marriage. Embarrassing. How can you take away the happiness of your own son" said one of the oldest men in the room.

"Papa still want to marry Aunt Sukma?" ask the son in a high tone.

The man was completely unable to accept his papa's decision. If his father was too crazy to make that decision, why was Sukma silent? Didn't that woman think about Kanya's feelings either?

"We love each other, son. Even we had to wait for decades to finally be together," said Eka making Putra laugh cynically. A very cliche reason.

"Lantas Papa thinks my feelings for Kanya are playful? If I mess with Kanya, we won't be able to last until eight years Pa. Papa is aware that Papa's request this time is really selfish?"

Hearing his son's words, Eka got up from her seat and walked over to the Son. His face is getting more and more tangled. He looked even more frustrated compared to the Son.

"Son, Papa please understand our situation. We have to get married for the sake of the fetus in the womb of Aunt Sukma."

"Is Papa crazy? How can you guys... You don't know the point of ******?"

The son was getting angry at his papa's confession. The man did not deny if he was as depraved as his father. At least she has her limits and doesn't let her seeds get planted in Kanya's womb. But with ease the man who had lowered his half of his nature chose a reason that was so absurd.

"Please understand our situation Son."

"If that's what I need to make Kanya pregnant and you guys want to give up?"

"Son!" The impact of the grandfather made the Son speechless. "Can you only destroy the dignity of women? Of all the traits of your father, you should be able to sort out which ones are enviable and which are not."

"I was only able to imitate his ugly nature. If only I could choose, I wouldn't have been born a child!"

"Son, watch your talk. He is still your father!" grandfather's voice sounded louder this time. The son only smiled wryly in response to his grandfather's statement. If he could choose, he did not want to be Eka's son.

"If indeed Papa has not been able to think clearly, at least Aunt Sukma can make the best decision." The son paused his sentence before continuing. "Tante knows, Kanya has always been proud of Aunt Sukma for being able to become a woman who is getting stronger after the death of Om Adam. Kanya always believed that Auntie could not marry again because the feelings of love between you are so strong. In fact Aunt Sukma actually decided to marry again one year after the death of Om Adam. Funny thing is, Aunt Sukma will actually marry the father of Aunt's own son's boyfriend. Why should my papa, Tan? Why not someone else?"

"I'm sorry Aunt, Son. Aunt really doesn't know if Eka is your father."

"Aunty should apologize to Kanya, not me. Oh yeah, does Auntie also not feel worried where the Auntie child is now and choose to be stuck here?"

The son chose to leave the house after saying his last sentence. All night he drives around the city to avoid a panic attack that can come at any time if he is too stressed and a lot of pressure. Moreover, he does not know where Kanya is. The message he sent has not been answered either.

Inevitably the son's panic attacks completely relapsed in the middle of the road and had to end up in the hospital as a result of a single accident. He hit the guardrail pretty hard. Even almost three days unconscious due to a fairly hard impact.

Five days after Putra was admitted to the hospital, Kanya appeared with a sad face that she could not see. During his time with Kanya, the Son never saw her suffer so much. As long as Putra knew Kanya, she was always smiling and able to hide her wounds perfectly. When his father died he only cried for a while and was quickly able to control himself.

But now he really could not hide the disappointment, hurt and hurt from his face. How long did she cry? How long has he not slept? Where was he for these three days? Why did he just come? So many questions plagued the Son, but the man was only capable of silence. Secretly crying when seeing the state of Kanya who is far from fine.

"Where are you?" greet Kanya with a hoarse voice sign that she had finished crying before meeting the Son.

"The waiter was severe for the size of a single accident," Putra said grimacingly. Some of his scars are not completely dry and sometimes still feel pain when he changes direction.

"I know it's not the right time, but I can't wait any longer. What do you think of our parents' marriage?" straightforward questions that came out of Kanya's lips made Putra successfully silent. No more smiles had ever graced his face.

"There is nothing we can do but support their relationship" the Son said in the end.

"You mean, do we give it up?" kanya asked sharply while raising her tone.

The son closed his eyes. Where should he explain to Kanya about this complicated relationship. Their story that could not end just like that, the love of their parents who have been harbored for years, also about the fate of innocent fetuses in the womb of Sukma. How can the Son explain that to Kanya? If you see Kanya's attitude, the woman has not heard the story of Sukma why her mother and her father should get married.

On the same day that Putra was in an accident, Eka accompanied her son while in the emergency room. During the hospitalization, not a second Eka left her child. The presence of the figure of the father whom the Son always longed for made the man feel the warmth that had long been lost. It does not matter if it is just a trick used by Eka so that the Son blesses his marriage with Sukma.

On a long night when the Son could not sleep, they talked about things that had never happened before. Eka tells how she fell in love with Sukma when they were studying at the same faculty. They had dated, but had to break up because Eka did not have a serious commitment with Sukma. The man had not thought about marriage and chose to continue his studies and organize his career. With the hope that he can apply for Sukma after feeling enough and able. But Sukma decided to marry Adam.

As a result of heartbreak, Eka married just any woman who would become the mother of the Son. Fortunately, after marriage, Eka was immediately given a baby who could distract the man from Sukma. Even so, it is still not easy for Eka to forget her first love.

Years after losing track despite remaining in his hometown, the news came as rain in the dry season. Cool and remove the thirst that had been felt Eka because it always failed to build a household. He intended to make Sukma the last of all his vain pursuits.

"You know you've made a mistake, son. Papa can't replace your feelings for Kanya with anything, but Papa really doesn't know that Kanya is Sukma's son. If Papa had known earlier, Papa wouldn't have done something like this. Papa is really sorry."

"Every Papa should be sorry."

"Papa's sorry."

"No need, I'm sure it won't be easy, Papa. It's up to Papa to decide what about Aunt Sukma. I am sure Aunt Sukma will not be strong enough to bear the shame if you have to get pregnant without marriage status. Whatever it is, I don't want to know. I also don't want to promise to break my relationship with Kanya. If you can insist, I'm the same. Later I can take Kanya away from here, if you are afraid to face people talking about our family. I don't think it's that hard for us."

"Son..."

"If Papa can be selfish, then I will do the same. Just need to wait for who is able to survive to the end."

After that conversation, they both fell silent. Eka did not dispute the words of her son. While the Son did not want to extend his conversation with Eka.

"Son!" Kanya's call brings the Son back from his daydream. He saw that Kanya was showing an annoyed face. "So what do you mean by supporting their decision?"

"Let them stay married. We too will be married. We can get away from this town and settle wherever you want."

"Huh, what kind of wish is that? You don't think how people respond? Don't you think about how our big family reacted?"

"That's all I'm thinking about right now, her. Why should we think of them if they don't even think of our feelings."

"Yes firmly reject the cake of their plan. We can do it together."

Son shakes. "We can't now, Him. Still they will have marriage with or without our blessing."

"OK if so, it means there is no longer any term we start at this time. Live each of our lives. As me and as you."

"That's not what I mean, Him."

"Ah yes, there's one more thing I need to say. Be a devoted child to them. I'm sure they will boast of you wherever you go. And I will be the only one who disappears from your life" Kanya sarcas said, leaving the VVIP room where Putra was taken care of.

He did not care about the call of the Son even when the man forced his way down from the bed, but had to end up falling to the floor due to his body that had not recovered. The man was only able to cry and hoped that Kanya's words were just a bluff. Tomorrow, when he comes home, the woman will be the first to greet him and give him a warm hug. But all is wishful thinking.

Kanya did not mess around when saying that sentence. He decided to leave the house after arguing with Sukma. No one knows where Kanya went. The woman really disappeared. No news and no trace. Carrying with him the heart of the Son who was getting badly wounded to fester. Even Almira who was close to the woman did not know where Kanya was. The son lost track. All access points are closed.

After a year Kanya just reactivated her old social media accounts. From there Putra knew that Kanya was in Jakarta and working in a fairly large media. He was always looking for the right opportunity to improve everything from the beginning. But when the opportunity is present it cannot be used as well as possible by the Son. Unknowingly, he hurt the woman's feelings. Once more.

Without feeling the tears the Son melted down his cheeks. The man was crying while leaning on the steering wheel of the car. The sea breeze made him suffer even more from being dragged on the wound that would somehow dry up. Like Kanya, he keeps it close to his heart.