My Blinds On The Eagle

Daddy.... You kidnapped me????

At first Rayhan was so excited to show selfies of angels and little angels, but then there began to be a sense of regret. Maybe more precisely worry. How not, it has been almost half today his WhatsApp group is crowded with angry calls from his friends. They were upset that Rayhan did not heed their responses and questions about the photo.

The selfie was made a status with the right time when his friends in Indonesia enjoyed the afternoon break. This soon became a trending topic. The time difference is six hours in the spring in England or better known as the British Summer Time, where the time difference between Indonesia and the UK is only six hours apart, not seven hours like GMT.

Alend's school was just over. And the boy was running for joy towards his father's arms. Rayhan's mobile phone rang many times demanding attention. Seeing the name of the contact who called the video call, Rayhan received it. Right at that moment, Alend darted like a baseball swooping into his arms.

" Brugh. Rayhan grimaced a little, his scar a little sore from the shock.

" Sorry Daddy..... Its hurt? ", asked the child with a very worried expression.

" A little. don't worry ".

While the friendly scene of father and son is presented beautifully for a pair of eyes on a mobile screen that is actually far across. A moment later Rayhan only realized with his indirect communication.

" I'm sorry, Do.. Have you seen, right? ", he said with a proud tone that was so obvious.

" Heeem. Basic showbiz ... ".

" Hahaha... "

" Where is her mother?.. I miss her "

Rayhan directed his camera phone screen around the area of their current existence. Then he turned to himself and went back to contact with his best friend Aldo across the street. He shrugged both of his shoulders with a small smile.

" Look.we're just the two of you right now. Alend, where is mommy ? ".

" Working", replied the little one in his cute style with still unceasingly pampered on the neck of the father.

" At hospital .. ", the boy quickly ambushed.

" You heard ... ", Rayhan conveyed to Aldo as if asserting.

" Yes.yes... .Uh, you don't want to introduce your hero to me. His handsome uncle ", Aldo's pinta is no less narcissistic.

Rayhan then whispered with his son, interspersed with amused smiles. Makes Aldo across there a little upset about it

" Heeiii..you two, still on the line. Don't forget me ", cried Aldo half annoyed.

" hi uncle's.... Aldo ..", greet Aldra at the end with an adorable smile.

" Hi boys ", reply Aldo . " What is your name? "

" Sailendra.. call me Alend ".

What followed was a conversation between two languages from two different generations. The conversation of three men who are bound because of the story of one woman.

" Well what are your plans Hans?", asked Aldo later.

" Obviously. Maybe make a new brother to Alend ", followed by a typical nosy smile Rayhan.

" Basic!!!!. .... Sure ?? Nilam still wants to accept you? ".

" What about legal protection ?".

This question made Rayhan frown. He looked at Aldo for a moment as if he were digesting the meaning of his best friend's sentence.

" Yes, of course. You can register your marriage at the local civil registry office. It's not as complicated here" Aldo explained later.

" Yes.yeah. You're the best Bro ", Rayhan looks great.

" Busyet dah.. make his son you think ".

" Hey.. religiously, we're still legal" Rayhan exclaimed. " Okelah "

" When did you take them home..At least, when did you take them to your extended family ? "

" Throughout 'Do. I will certainly try my hardest to be happy "

" Aamiin. Tell Nilam. Eh..... more beautiful huh she ??? "

" Heeem. I know what's on your mind right now. It was already yes... "

" Hahaha.. Relax Bro ". And Aldo across there closed his call with the sound of laughter left behind.

" daddy... ".

" Yes." Rayhan said quickly as Alend tugged at his pants.

" Said he'd take me to Daddy's house in London .... so now ? ".

" Yes ... come. We leave now.. "

" Okay", greet Syailendra with enthusiasm.

Two people from different generations walked together happily. Rayhan occasionally scrambles his son's thick black curls. Vigorously and blissfully evident from every move of the two. But there was one thing he ignored, the promise to include Miss Sonya. Rayhan instead allowed the babysitter to go home early and rest.

He completely ignored the conditions proposed by Nilam. He had just been feeling like a father for four days. Without stages, a father of a five-year-old boy.

But Rayhan was so excited, he did his car toward the toll road.

" Where are we going Daddy ? ", asked Alend who was aware of the change in route home from school.

" We're going to London "

Hearing his father's words, Syailendra suddenly became alert. He straightened his body that sat neatly with a safety belt on the passenger seat of a child. Rayhan was aware of the change in attitude, clearly visible from the rearview.

" Alend .... Why ?? ", he asked worried

" Daddy .... You kidnapped me ??? "

" Hah ..????!!!! ".