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It only took two days for the team to do a DNA test. This afternoon, he was waiting for his test results in his room with anxious expectation. Even though he could already guess what the outcome would be like.
“Pak, I brought you the test results you requested.” Said Fauzan when he just entered the room. The bespectacled man immediately handed an envelope to Pamungkas.
“Still, Zan.” He said while receiving an envelope from Fauzan.
“Then I excuse you, Sir.” Fauzan Pamit withdrew from the room.
Finally answered him by nodding. He immediately opened the envelope in his hand. It feels really impatient.
The results of the DNA test showed that Chan was really his biological son. As he had expected.
Suddenly, she closed her eyes and continued to give thanks to Allah.
Finally, the search ends here. By God's permission he has found his son again. Time and time again I say Gratitude. Until his tears began to drip.
He immediately called his parents and told them about the test results. Of course they were very happy after hearing the news. It is clear where their grandchildren are.
“So when do you want to go to Binar's house, son?” Tanya Haya from across the phone.
“I went straight there, Ma.”
“Already, Mama do’may all run smoothly. Hopefully there is the best way out later.”
“Amin, Ma.”
She closed the phone after greeting her mother. He breathed deeply. Prepare yourself and mentally to tell the Binar family.
After he managed to calm down, Pamungkas out of his room to his camp. He hurried to the house of Binar.
Almost half an hour drive, finally the ultimate car has arrived in front of Binar's house. He parked his car in front of the house.
When he was about to go down, he could see a small child who was playing cars on the porch of the house. Heart's trimming. Between happiness and confusion.
For a moment he smiled at the thought of hugging his son. On the one hand, he was confused how to explain his position so that the child understood that he was his biological father.
He sighed again before he got out of the car. He walked over to the open fence.
“Assalamu’alaikum.” Pamungkas.
“Wa’alaikum salam.” Chan replied, looking directly at the guests.
“Hai, Chan.” Trying to leave a friendly impression. He refrained from scattering and hugging the child. But he really wanted to do it. “Udah cured, yes?” Its effects.
“Aalhamdulillah's. Oom who?” Chan asked with his innocent face.
“Eemmm.. Oom, temen your Mama.” The answer was far from what he expected.
“Ooo-be. Mama's Winner. But Mama's working, Oom.”
Just smiling. He approached Chan and squatted in front of him. Carefully scrutinize the tiny handsome face without missing a single piece.
“Oom have a gift for you.” He then pulled out a box containing an expensive looking toy motorcycle.
“Waahhhh... I don't have anything like this yet. Thanks yes Oom..” Answer Chan. The boy seemed very happy to have a new toy.
“Grandma has?” Ask the manager later.
“There. Inside. Just a minute, Oom. I call you first.”
Little Chan then ran inside and called his grandfather.
Not long after, Ustadz Syuhada came out with his steps still looking weak. But it looks so much better.
“Assalamu’alaikum, Ustadz.” Pamungkas Sapa. He immediately lowered his head and greeted the middle-aged man.
“Wa’alaikum greetings. Oh, nqak Pamungkas. Come, come, please come in.” Take Ustadz Syuhada.
Finally followed Ustadz Syuhada into the house. After Pamungkas sat down, Rukayah emerged from the kitchen.
Rukayah's feelings are no longer good. But he tried to be friendly to his guest. At first glance he saw the envelope carried by Pamungkas.
Rukayah returned to the kitchen to make a drink, after putting a coffee drink on the table, she sat down next to her husband.
“Here's more work, Pam boy. For a moment. I'm calling first.” Rukayah.
A coincidence, because when Rukayah called, Binar was in front of his house.
Binar who frowned when he saw the car parked in front of his house, could already guess if it was the ultimate car.
He parked his motorcycle in the yard, then took off his helmet.
“Assalamu’alaikum.” Sweepings
“Wa’alaikum salam,” replied the person inside the house. Chan is also playing with his new toys.
“Toys from where, Chan?” Search Binar.
“Same indications Oom handsome. That's the guy again in.” Answer Chan.
“Taudah, Mama log in first, yes.”
Chan nodded, he did not care and resumed his toys.
“Home home, Nduk?” Sapa Rukayah greeted her daughter.
“Iya, Buk.”
“This is No Last Nak. Sit down first.” Ustadz Syuhada.
Binar took off his motorcycle jacket and sat down with his mother. He breathed deeply. Prepare to listen to what will be conveyed by the end regarding the results of the DNA test.
“A long time ago, Mas?” Tanya Binar was stale.
“Not yet. Just arrived.” Answer Pamungkas.
“So how did it go?” Binar asked with mixed feelings. He knew, most likely if indeed Chan was the ultimate biological child.
Finally gave the envelope he put on the table to Binar. Binar took the envelope and opened it carefully. He read the results that showed that Chan is the biological child of the ultimate. In his heart, he continued to deny that fact.
There was a fear that Pamungkas would take Chan away from him. Chan is his life. He would not have been able if the child had been taken away from him.
Binar just silently looked at the paper in his hand. But the tears kept dripping. Sadness and unwillingness to regain control of his feelings.
“So according to his test results, Chan was right my biological son, Ustadz.” Finally gave a brief explanation to Ustadz Syuhada and his wife.
The husband and wife just sighed. Ustadz Syuhada nodded in understanding with the ultimate explanation.
“So what you want, Pam boy?”
“Did Pam want to take Chan from me?” Ask Binar without looking at the end. He just kept looking down and shed tears.
He rested both of his arms on his knees. His fingers hold each other. He looked doubtfully at the table in front of him. As if he was convincing himself of what he was going to say. He breathed deeply.
“Bin. I'm not taking Chan away from you. But, let me meet him once in a while.”
The ultimate answer seems to be a fresh breeze for Binar and his parents. They seem to breathe freely.
Binar looked towards the bottom, then wiped away his tears. Trying to make a smile on his lips. A smile of relief and gratitude to Pamungkas for still allowing him to be with Chan.
“Thanks, Mas. Ja. That is your right as his father. I'll still let you meet Chan whenever you want. Thanks a lot, Mas.” Binar.
“Alhamdulillah's... Thank you very much, my son. May this be the best way out for all of us.” Ustadz Syuhada.
“same-sama, Ustadz.”
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