Little Concubine Chairman BEM

Chapters. 73. Tears

After a long time Anis and Rafik waited, finally the father who was waiting to appear from behind the door.

With lethargic master Ikhsan walked then approached Rafik, Rafik and Anis scattered then hugged the body of the father who looked less healthy.

"Dad, are you okay ?" asked Rafik while releasing his embrace.

"No son, I'm not feeling well. Staying here is very torturing to me." replied master Ikhsan in a quiet voice.

"Patient father, when the time comes. We will return to live in our more comfortable home." said Rafik.

"Son, get me out of here ! whatever way. I can't stand to live in a place like this." said Mr. ikhsan.

"Dad, forgive me. I can't do that. Not because I don't love you, but I don't want you to fall into a deeper hole of error."

"It's not that I don't care about dad's condition, but I want you to reflect on everything you did first."

"I want, when you get out of this place, you turn out like a proud father to your family. And we can start a new life." replied Rafik.

"So you're blaming your father too ?" Ikhsan asked with disappointment.

"It's not like it's dad, I never blame you, everything you do is for the good of all of us, but I also can't justify the actions you do."

"I'm not a perfect person either, I make a lot of mistakes. Maybe even the person I hurt can't forgive all the mistakes I've made."

"I just want us to both correct the mistakes we make, reflect on all those mistakes so as not to be repeated in the future and not to be done by the next generation of our family."

"I just want the entire next generation of our family to be able to walk with pride because of the achievements they managed to achieve, not the mistakes they made that they couldn't hold their heads up while walking."

"I love you so much, just like you used to. My affection never changes knowing all the mistakes you've ever made."

"I stand in front of my father, as a boy I've always been proud of. It's just that I can't help you get out of here" Rafik said.

"Omong empty ! if you just want to preach not in front of dad but go to the mosque! ." said Mr. Ikhsan.

"Dad, I didn't mean that. I just want to fix the road I'm going to take. With all these events, I hope so too. I want you to take this as a lesson for you and improve yourself" Rafik replied.

"Here you go, if you don't want to help dad better get out of here. Don't ever see me again." said Mr. Ikhsan.

He stood up and left the room. But Rafik quickly pulled his hand and held it. Rafik gently hugged the body of the father.

Rafik cries while hugging his father's body. Actually he could not bear to see my father living in a place like this. But he also could not justify and help his father to get out of this place.

Rafik's tears trickled down and soaked the shoulders of master Ikhsan, his body trembling as it held back his cries.

Slowly lord Ikhsan returned his son's embrace, he hugged his son's body firmly. He is eager to say that Rafik must be strong and stay strong no matter what. Although at this time he can no longer support every action that Rafik did.

"Dad, please teach me, so that I can be what you want me to be" replied Rafik.

"How can I teach you son, while I'm here to be an inmate" replied Mr. Ikhsan.

"Om just need to support every good deed done by Rafik" said Laila.

"Who are you ? and why are you here ?" mister Ikhsan replied without seeing Laila's face.

"Sayan is the daughter of Mr. Aditama whose face is very similar to the girl who became the adopted child of Ikhsan" Laila replied with a smile.

Slowly, Ikhsan turned his head and looked at Laila, after which he saw Anis who had been sitting next to Rafik.

The two of them had a resemblance of a face, it was just that Laila was different she had a very strong aura, her eyes were radiating sincere affection.

"Oh, haven't we met. Even I once played Anis' sister for your wife, did you forget her ?" ask Laila.

Slowly shadowed the face of the wife who had been just silent like a statue, a woman who was once so cheerful and loving, now just stay in a wheelchair.

For a moment he once smiled when he saw the face of Laila whom he considered to be Anis. Although at that time he tried to support Rafik to get the girl, but all failed.

"My son, please take care of your mother. She was the only woman my father loved. Apologize dad for not being able to take care of her anymore. One time if he asks about dad, tell him that dad's okay."

"I apologize to you for all the needs that have befallen him. I'm very sorry I should have listened to him long ago." said Mr. Ikhsan as he lowered his face.

"Om your wife is in good shape - fine. Don't you want to hug her ?" ask Laila again.

Slowly mister Ikhsan turned his body, there was someone coming from behind the door. A middle-aged woman sitting on her wheelchair. Patiently, Sumi pushed the wheelchair and approached Ikhsan.

The tears of Mr. Ikhsan slowly trickled down, he could not help but hold back his sadness as he looked at the wife who was sitting blankly on the wheelchair.

Anis who saw him immediately scatter hugging the woman who was immersed in growing up, the woman who lovingly guided him until he could be what he is today.

"Mother, what happened ? why did you become like this ?" asked Anis while tightly hugging the body of the woman sitting on the wheelchair.

"Son, I'm sorry. It was all dad's fault. She's your real mother, son, not the foster mother you've been saying." said Mr. Ikhsan.

"What do you mean dad ? wasn't that time Anis' DNA test didn't match my father's DNA ?" asked Anis curiously.

"I'm sorry, son, I'm sorry. All that I did because I didn't want to lose your mother."

"Dad loved your mother a lot since we were in High School. But unfortunately the love of the father clapped one hand." explained Mr. Ikhsan with tears.