Loving Or Loved?
13. Dafrendra Amri Atmadja
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The journey from the hospital to Qiana's house did not require a long travel time. Arriving at the Qiana residence, Akbar immediately ran in looking for the existence of Dafa. Dafa plays and jokes with Setya and Tyo. On his deck the tiny body was into his embrace. Again his tears dripped, his mouth was too faint to just say happiness in his heart. Dafa's tiny hand stroked Akbar's back mane to his nape as if knowing what his father was feeling.
Qiana still faithfully stood behind Akbar watching closely the interaction between Akbar and Dafa that was so heartwarming to him. Different from the thought of Setya and Tyo who looked at Akbar with a careless expression.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, your father" Lirih Akbar told Dafa.
"Why apologize to Dafa? Father ndak natal tama Dafa who christmas tama Dafa is om pembal, tuka sedain Dafa," said Dafa innocently. Akbar just kept quiet and tightened his embrace.
"Stya, Tyo you guys have been here a long time? Where's Tiwi?" Said Qiana trying to distract the twins who were staring strangely at Akbar.
"We've been here since morning, Tiwi again nyuci in the back earlier," Setya replied.
"Judah we have lunch together, I will go to the kitchen first," said Qiana.
After lunch, Dafa was put to bed by Qiana and now Dafa was accompanied by Tiwi in the Qiana Room. Setya and Tyo had already said goodbye. And this is where now in the living room, Akbar and Qiana were chatting Dafa.
"It looks like I have to go to Bu Qiana's home, to ask directly to Ms. Panti the Dafa incident 2 years ago maybe there was something or whatever that was left by my ex-wife when I left Dafa in the orphanage," Akbar said as he looked solemnly at Qiana.
"I think it's necessary sir. Oh yes Sir what about Dafa parenting in the future? Are you going to take Dafa away and live with you?" Qiana said with her own eyes.
"If it's about that, maybe I'll do it gradually ma'am. Dafa needs to adapt to me again, even though he had considered me as his father from the first time he met but to live with me he felt he would be a little difficult even though he had received affection from you" Akbar replied.
"I apologize in advance sir, actually I have a plan to resign from the Hospital and will bring Dafa to live with me and my Grandmother in Bandung. It is likely that you cannot be as frequent as now to meet Dafa," Qiana said.
"No problem, I am also in Jakarta just reviewing my parents' company because yesterday there was a problem. The originals are also I live in Bandung because my own business is there," said Akbar relaxed.
"Alright sir, so I will continue to move and bring Dafa until he can accept and want to stay with you, later I will give you an explanation slowly," said Qiana softly.
He actually held back his tears. His mind glared far ahead, leaving behind his little angel was a tremendous sadness for him. How not, he had waited two years to bring Dafa to live with him, working diligently to collect rupiah coffers so that he could immediately resign and develop his cake shop to support Dafa, it was futile when he had to swallow that Dafa still had a father who cared and worried about him.
"What is Miss Qiana, willing to come with me to the parlour now?" Ask Akbar.
"Well, sir, I'm coming." Qiana replied, "After Mr. Akbar I say goodbye to Tiwi first," Qiana continued.
"Tweet, I'll just wait in the car, Ms. Qiana" Akbar said as he headed for his car.
"Just look at you, you bastard mother could have left my own flesh and blood in the orphanage. While he was busy having fun with his affair and the money I transferred every month must be made for him to have fun," Inner Akbar clenched his hands to dampen all the emotions he was feeling.
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Arriving at the orphanage, the mother who got the story of the day also shed her tears. He immediately got up and took out a small box made of wood, inside which was a letter and baby clothes neatly stored inside. Yes, all that Dafa stuff when it was first found in the parlour. Handing the item over to Akbar, Akbar was wide-eyed when he read the letter. So heartless, it turns out his ex-wife. He also just knew the full name of Dafa which turned out to be the same as the name of his son Rendra, however they are the same person with different nicknames. Dafrendra Amri Atmadja, the little baby is now growing well, and for 2 years he lost the opportunity to know the growth and development of the tiny baby.
In his heart he cursed his foolishness that believed in the babbling of his ex-wife and ate a promise that would take good care of their baby. But after seeing the state of Dafa that turned out to be raised in the orphanage, made his heart sigh bitterly.
After knowing the story, Akbar and Qiana immediately returned to Qiana's house.
"Mother Qiana, may I call Mother by name only?" Ask Akbar while focusing on driving.
"May sir please, in terms of age you are older than me so it is up to you" said Qiana.
"Alright then, Qiana. And one more call me Mas anyway I am not your Father and we are not bound in work" Akbar said.
"It's okay, Mommy." Qiana replied.
"We went to buy Dafa first how was Qi?" Ask Akbar.
"What need sir, eh Mas?" Qiana said stiffly.
"Yes, the needs are like clothes, toys or whatever Dafa wants" Akbar said.
"Dafa needs are still all new Mas, a few days ago I went with Dafa and Tiwi for Dafa and monthly shopping" Qiana replied.
"Well, my late dong. Even though I want to buy Dafa clothes that are funny," said Akbar with a look that became sad.
"Excuse me," said Qiana unkindly.
"Yes what if we go home and invite Dafa to play wherever he wants. I want to make it happy, from giving it a little attention to the biggest one" Akbar said enthusiastically.
Qiana POV
I've only met Mas Akbar a few times but really this guy is hard to guess his mood, sometimes so cute, cold, and jaim naudzubillah is now very warm. Her smile was as sweet as Dafa's. Allah's destiny is unique to Mas Akbar, separating and meeting his son in an extraordinary way. I was wondering how Mother Dafa would throw her own baby in an orphanage.
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