My Blinds On The Eagle

The daddy you missed

" Mommy .... klo' uncle Will it's my daddy? "

" No. Uncle Wildan it's mommy's sister "

" So... My daddy ? "

" Yes in the photo. The tall and handsome one looks like you .... "

" When did daddy come here?.... At school, all the children were delivered by his Daddy. I'm the one who hasn't ".

Nilam sighed remembering the conversations with his son. If finally the father is now with them.. shouldn't he be happy?. But what he felt was sadness and guilt that was twitching like mist, stifling.

Their journey takes no more than three minutes by car. When finally the vehicle entered the yard of a small house on the corner of the road, when it was still raining with a speck of being flushed the earth.

" Can ..... I carry it? ", Rayhan's voice sounded hopeful. For a moment Nilam looked at him, as if reassuring himself.

" It's okay..... "

" Yes, be careful, the weight is already almost sixteen kilos", quickly Nilam.

Rayhan smiled happily and happily. He gets out of his car. Then the other side of the vehicle, opened the door and.

The boy looked very comfortable with his mother's chest. His face was so innocent and washed away. Slowly Rayhan's arms extended out to grab the boy, carrying him in a sling. A soft fresh fragrance filled Rayhan's nasal cavity, the boy's hair was so thick and fragrant.

Rayhan did not understand the kind of feeling that was currently cradling his entire consciousness. Maybe this is one of the highest levels of happiness.

Nilam who ran small ahead of the two men, swiftly opened the door and turned on the living room lights. While the rain has not yet subsided. Making the hair wet and Rayhan's back slightly bent to reduce the water-water rinai that wet Syailendra in her sling.

" Sleep in the room ..." Pinta Nilam while pointing to a room on the door leaf mounted a colorful paper forming the inscription 'alend 💗 mom'. A craft that must have been made by a little boy.

Nilam again helped open the door for both. Slowly, Rayhan laid down the plump body and covered it. But he did not immediately move from the side of the bed. The man sat down, staring fixedly at the handsome boy who was lying comfortably. Touching the muffled cheeks and stroking the boy's bushy hair.

" Rey." Nilam's voice distracted him. The woman was still standing not far from the door of the room. " I'm sorry to bother you. We can talk for a minute... ehhmm.. outside the room", Pinta Nilam impressed carefully.

Following his wife's request, Rayhan immediately got up. First given a kiss of affection long enough on the forehead of his son. Then step out of the room and close the door slowly.

In a living room that is also a dining room and becomes one with a mini kitchen, Rayhan finds patchouli brewing drinks for both of them. The sweet and gentle aroma of chocolate meets Rayhan's sense of smell.

" I've met him this afternoon" Rayhan opened the conversation. He also received a glass of hot chocolate.

" Yes.mrs Salman has told me a little ", said Nilam while taking a step away from Rayhan. Choose to sit opposite to the man.

Rayhan noticed how Nilam was behaving to her. Half-dead he held back, holding back the millions of questions that were claustrophobic filled his chest cavity. Even resisted the urge to pull the woman back trapped in her arms. .

The little girl who always broke her feelings. Her hair is longer now. Her adult face became increasingly sweet and. How the tiny body began to grow to contain its seeds. Aah.. will definitely look sexier with the chest and stomach getting bigger.

Rayhan came to his senses from his wild imagination. He ruffled his own hair. Then immediately sip back the warm drink in his hand. And all his movements did not escape Nilam's observation.

"I call him Alend ... ".

" Sailendra Thoriq" Rayhan cut quickly. Nilam smiled hearing that.

" Sailendra Thoriq Zachary"

Rayhan was stunned to hear what his son's full name was. Nilam pinned his surname behind the son's name. Somehow his heart was so boisterous.

" Let me open the conversation with her about you" explains Nilam.

" You never told me about

ku ? .... his father... to him ? ", Rayhan asked in a half-judgmental tone.

Track...mug sounds collide with the wood of the table surface, when Nilam puts the object with a little pressure. His pair of eyes suddenly turned even and unfriendly looking at the man before him.

Rayhan was glued to see that expression. He never forgets the emotional outpouring of hate, dislike and anger of this woman figure. Now he regretted his haste. Until finally ....

" Oh..your wound" suddenly Nilam was strangled.

What an unexpected response Rayhan. He followed his wife's gaze, to his injured left arm extended and covered in gauze that now looked wet with a red liquid. Only then did he begin to feel a long and deep throbbing pain. Rayhan grimaced and hissed small.

" You shouldn't have carried Alend ". Suddenly Nilam had already taken a step closer.The woman slightly bowed as she examined Rayhan's wounds.

" How ? ", asked Rayhan curiously.

Nilam did not immediately reply, he instead passed away leaving Rayhan. " Please wait a minute ... I'll handle it after this ".

Rayhan was a little upset about being left alone in the room. His pair of eyes followed where the direction Nilam was going. The woman disappeared behind the door of a room. Then there was the sound of something being opened and then closed again.

Rayhan circulated his gaze throughout the room of this house. A small house, there are only three rooms, a family room that blends with the kitchen, and a living room that is separated some distance away. But warm and comfortable. In the corner of the family room lies a long sideboard filled with various robots, cars, planes and toys typical of boys. On top of the strange sweet lined adorable photos, which are dominated by photos of Syailendra.

Rayhan indulged his instincts moving closer. Look at the photos one by one. Photo Nilam in her nurse uniform with colleagues, ah. Salman is also. Photos - adorable photos of Alend from babies up to four years old. There's a picture of the boy with his uncle Wildan. Apparently his sister-in-law visited his nephew quite often.

Then his gaze stopped on one very familiar photo. A picture of a young man in a taekwondo uniform who is smiling cheerfully with a medal in his left hand. That was him seven years ago.

" Look at the opposite .. ", Nilam's voice suddenly stood not far from Rayhan.

Without asking any more, Rayhan obeyed Nilam's words. Take the framed photo, and see the opposite.

' Daddy. Love him so much '

The handwriting was untidy, written with a variety of colorful crayons. But really, it was the most beautiful piece of writing he had ever seen. The most beautiful words he ever read

Rayhan sighed. I don't feel her tears slowly melt.

" He started asking you. .. since entering Todler's class. I never lied to him "

" What did you say about me .... to him? ", serr Rayhan is curious.

" Can we talk while we sit and look at your wounds? ".

Rayhan was no longer interested in arguing with Nilam. He felt he had to obey this woman if he wanted to immediately get clear information about his son. He sat down and let Nilam take care of him.

" Two stitches open . How ? ", asked Nilam shortly after examining the longitudinal wound.

" You mean ? ", Rayhan looks confused.

Nilam smiled noticing his mistake, "I don't have anastasi ... to re-stitch the wound "

" Just two stitches, right? ", Rayhan sounded reassuring to himself. " Do it. I think you still remember my pain threshold, right "

Nilam smiled again at the words of the man who was still her husband. Never forgotten, how worried a Nilam saw the wounds - torn wounds in the knuckles and soles of Rayhan's feet and also bruised all over the body due to the fight for his taekwondo tire rise. But what is feared is calm and looks good.

" She wants to be like you so much..I want to meet you ", the voice of Nilam from behind the mask she wears.

" I said.. When Daddy doesn't pick up, we'll go see daddy "

" You said.... aahh... You said I was doing what? ", Rayhan was curious. The man hardened his jaw to withstand the sudden pain created by the prick of a needle and thread that danced beautifully in Nilam's hand.

Nilam did not immediately reply, he paused for a moment and looked at Rayhan for a moment. From the clear glint of those pair of gray eyes, Rayhan knew that this woman was smiling knots.

" Ssh... What did you say to my son ? ", rayhan was misbehaved but curious.

" I told..... Daddy often skipped school, so he had to repeat the lesson. Until it's finished, it can follow us "

" What ???!!!! ", Rayhan glared in disbelief and snorted in annoyance. " He believes it ?"

" Of course ". Nilam finally finished with the last step, which is to close the wound with a new sterile gauze. He tidied up his equipment, leaving Rayhan still grumbling in annoyance.