Liz Nadia's

In A Coffee Shop

Zack is Kahfi.

Kahfi is Zack.

He admits!

But one thing ....

He wants to be Zack. Zack who contains Kahfi's soul in it.

All approves. That's not a big thing. Zack or Kahfi, it makes no difference that both of them still have the same body and soul.

Zack decides to take Muana to live with her, in the dark house she used to use as a brothel.

That illicit business has been dissolved from ten months ago, after Zack no longer heeds it for a lot of things. Until finally he re-embraced his true identity, and cut off anything about the stupidity that Diraga Madewa applied to him.

A year of treatment abroad who did not know in which country, making Zack pouting his gratitude to infinity. God is so good at lifting his illness to the point of being unfiltered, albeit through a long and painful process.

Then after returning to this country, God added a gift back to him. His meeting with Muana-his real mothers.

And Diraga ....

"Good way, Papa. Thank you for all the colors you have painted in my life. Although I have known your purpose is only to use and use me for your benefit, but I am still grateful, because of you, I can become what I am now. I can go to high school, explore the land of the satisfied, enjoy luxury, and lastly, I enjoy your affection ... Papa."

The tombstone bearing the name of Diraga Madewa was gently caressed by Zack's palm in a crouching position facing him. "I'm definitely going to see Papa here often." Then he got up from his place. Staring for a moment at the tombstone below him, then turning around the body left the place with a slight feeling of emptiness.

Diraga was buried in the pit in his belly. Deeds that defected from the principle of humanity, have led the old man to a path of death-punishment.

Diraga's grave is quite far from the city center, because only the TPU was willing to hold the body. It also costs a lot to be accepted. The serial murder case that has been revealed makes Diraga difficult to be accepted in the community, even though it has become a corpse once.

Zack had to drive for hours to get there. Plus, during the reverse flow, the road is rotated to another route, making Zack's return journey quite time-consuming.

His hands are quite numb playing with the steering in a long time. His hips and legs also began to feel numb. That reason made Zack pull over his car for a moment of rest. He got out of his car and went into a coffee shop on the side of the road.

A glass of coffee in his order along with a small plate of fried bananas that still show a thin puff of smoke on it.

It feels calm, although quite crowded visitors meet almost all the seats available in every corner of the traditional place. The air was cool because tall coconut trees were crammed all the way around it.

As soon as a sip of coffee was enjoyed by Zack, leaving half of its total volume.

"Mom! The cookies I put here, yes!"

The call shifted the seriousness of Zack who started chewing a bite after a bite of a warm fried banana in his hand.

The back of a woman was moving in front of a large table where the merchandise of the shop owner was probably busy arranging the cakes he had said.

"Where are you, son? Why this session?" The shop owner's mother approached in her special maternal style.

"Yes, Mom. I'm a little late. This is just a little bit of me to make. Damar has a fever. So I've been busy taking care of it all morning" the woman explained.

Zack still watched as he occasionally sipped the rest of his coffee.

"Have you brought it to Mr Mantri?" ask the shop mother with a slightly anxious look.

"Already, Mom. But the practice is closed. People say, Mr. Mantri is having a meeting at the town hall."

"Yes already. You hurry home! Kasian your son if you stay too long!" said Ibu Kedai while thrashing stuffing drawers in front of him. "This is your last sale."

The woman nodded, receiving some money from the shop owner's hand. "Good, Mom. Thank ye. Then I'll excuse you."

Again the woman nodded, but now repaid a thin smile that looks sweet. After that he turned his body to immediately pass from that place.

However ....

Time seemed to stop, the woman's steps locked. His pair of wide-looking eyes caught the figure who was currently also looking at him equally shocked at the very end table. "Ka-kahfi," he hissed. His body began to tremble slowly and became increasingly uncontrollable.

With a giant step accompanied by a face look, Zack has now stood right in front of the woman. "Shinares. You're this?"

Like watching melancholy scenes in romance movies, everyone's gaze is now on the two humans.

Shinar smothered his mouth with tears that formed a bated cry. He doesn't know what to do. This meeting was not in the least expected.

What he clearly remembered, how he and the man in front of him did a full body of excitement in the afternoon with the scorching sun at that time. The two fell asleep after being satisfied with each other's release. When Shinar woke up that night, he found no one anywhere. It was left without message and clarity.

Roughly, Shinar brushed off the palm of Zack's hand that almost touched his cheek. He ran away leaving the man with a slash all over his chest.

"Shinaaarrr!!" Zack is chasing.

The woman ran to try her hardest to avoid the man who had grabbed her.

Not far enough. Behind the tavern they had been tracking, at least blocked by two houses, Shinar stopped his movement, then entered into a sprawling building attached to another square-like plot - possibly a rented house.

But shit! Before the door was locked, Zack managed to hold it. "I beg you, Shinar. Don't dodge me. Let me talk!"

Energy that is not comparable, making Shinar finally succumbed. He closed his palm back to his mouth to neutralize the sound of his sobs that were increasingly breaking unbearably.

And unexpectedly Shinar, Zack lowered his body once stomped, forming a kneeling position before him.

"You know ...." Zack started to tell a story. "I've been looking everywhere for you. I wanted to prostrate myself under your feet like this, to say my apologies for leaving you just like that. Sorry you might never accept. You are a sin I must atone for, Shinar! I beg ... forgive me."

Shinar's sobs are getting unstoppable. Yet not a word was able to come out of his mouth.

Until ....

The sound of a small cry from inside the house, disturbed the sad rhythm of the two.

"Damar" Shinar's raucous voice. He quickly stepped forward to meet the sound into the house.

A toddler boy who may not have even turned two years old, lifted Shinar from his thin mattress, then carried him while calming with his trademark singing. At first glance rubbed his bustling tears flooded his smooth cheeks which now looked more tapered.

"Who is that boy?! Is he my son?! The child of the love we made?!"

DEG

That question really struck Shinar's whole heart. The crying is back. Until this moment from the moment he met Zack at the tavern, he had not said a word chiming in the man's words. The pain in his heart was too suffocating.

But the residence clearly understood Zack Shangra, tearing his soul apart in a jumble of agonizing feelings.

Why is that, because he knows right, from childhood Shinar is not a person who is good at hanging out with him.

"So right ...he's my son, Shi?!" The clear patch in the corner of his eyes just rolled around.

Through his inner debate of some jokes, about a decision, Shinar finally issued a short sentence, "Yes, Kahfi! Damar your son! Your flesh-blood!"