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31. Right at RS. H. Anwar Mangunkusumo

Revan POV

Late at night still in the car, I traced every corner of the city. Spent ten hours looking for my only son who left home. Together with—Siska—my wife, we traversed some of the usual places young people spend the night.

The coffee shop is one of the places that Refal used to go. Right in the corner of the city, both eyes glanced because they saw the figure of a hijab girl walking alone.

From the verge of vision, the girl is the girlfriend of—Refal—my son. He turned his head without looking left and right, after the incident that afternoon, I felt very guilty for him.

Instantly I sidestepped the car and stopped by the side of the road. The girl's face was looking up, because the lights of my car hit her face. With wide steps, I walked out of the right car door, followed by Siska who was in the back.

Right in front of him, I made that step stop. "Om" he said briefly.

"Are you Refal's girlfriend?" I answered while making sure the girl was veiled.

"I'm sorry, um, I don't know Rebal. Excuse me!" Finished saying, he instead crossed both of our bodies from the right side.

Since I desperately needed information, both feet stepped following the girl. Run and stand right in front of him. Then, the veiled girl took a deep breath.

"Om, I'm going through. Please step aside," he said, then he was about to escape.

"Nissa, please ... Can you tell me where Refal is?" my insistence. With my right hand, I touched his shoulder slowly.

"Lisa!" cheering someone from behind.

Instantly I looked back at the body, that figure was—Marissa—my first wife. He stood up straight and folded his hands. With wide strides, the long-haired woman walked very fast. He was in front of the three of us.

"Mas! You can't force Anissa to tell me anything!" snapped Marissa.

"Mara! Who is nissa? She's nobody to you, too, isn't she?" sambarku by dragging speech.

"Well! Anissa is my real son, Mas. When you put me in the basement, Nissa was born over time."

"What! So ... So, Anissa my son?" I asked while looking at the face of the hijab girl who had just raised her head.

"Nissa .. So you're dad's son?" I asked very softly.

From the right side, the girl shook her head twice. "No, Om! I'm not a kid, Om."

Tears flowed from my cheek. The brain is not able to think long about life events that are increasingly complicated in life. Now, I regret what ever happened.

"Mas! We better find our son Rebal, what a waste of time with this rascal." From the end of the position, Siska spoke up.

"Shut up! Anissa is my son too, and you don't rule my life anymore!" my snaps on—Siska—second wife.

Then, Marissa took Anissa and took her away from the front. I followed them and pulled Marissa's right hand very tightly.

"Mar, please don't do this to me. I admit that I was wrong. Please ... Anissa is my son too."

"No! Anissa isn't your son, Mas," Marissa argued.

Quickly, I admitted my guilt and rested before the wife. Keep your head up and apologize wholeheartedly. "Mar .. I am sorry. All this time I've been khilaf and followed a false path."

"Until any time, I won't forgive you. Even though Anissa is an adult, she is the heir to the company you've been robbing of all this time."

"Ma .. don't do this with Papa. He is an ordinary man, his place is wrong and sinful. Let him fix everything from the beginning." Hearing that remark, I changed positions and stood before my son.

"Nissa .. I'm sorry you didn't care about you all this time, son."

"lisa! Come on, come with mommy away. Let them feel what we've felt before."

"But, Ma—"

"No buts!"

Without replying, Marissa and Anissa left us both by the side of the causeway. With both hands, I pressed the head that felt like it was about to break.

Along with an event that has happened during this lifetime. Naivety indeed, if it were that easy to forget the sins that I had committed before.

Indeed, a man like me is obliged to get a terrible whip from God. So, what is the way for this self to fix everything. After the time losers life without pause.

A few minutes of wailing beside the car, his right hand hit the car door several times. "Basic fool!"

Yelling a few times, I didn't get an answer to this pain. After a few minutes of wailing, the phone rang very loudly. With my right hand, I reached into my pants pocket and stared steadily at the phone screen. Call notifications come from an unknown number.

With my right finger, I raised the call.

[City ..].

[Hallo .. good night, sir.]

[Yes, good night.]

[What's the truth with Revan.]

[Yes, right. What's up, huh?]

Hearing the conversation from the phone, Siska approached and stared fixedly at my face.

[Look, Sir. We are from hospital H. Anwar Mangunkusumo's.]

[Yes, what's wrong?]

[We would like to inform you that—Refal—your son has been dying in the ER room.]

[What! My son is dying? How, can, Doc?]

From the left side, Siska was crying very hysterically. "Mas! What happened to Refal?" tanyakanya.

[City ... Sir.]

[Y-yes, Doc.]

[The presence of the old man from Refal, might help him to come to his senses from the coma.]

[Good, Doc. I'll go there now!]

Tut-tut-tut!

The phone is dead. Without wasting much time, I opened the car door followed by Siska. The gas was very fast, we went to hospital H. Manguskusumo Anwar. Along the way, the tears could not stop.

"Yes, Lord .. save the son of the servant ...." My wife was crying non-stop.

After one incident was revealed, now came a new event. Driving the car without focusing, I stepped on the gas without looking right and left.

Thirty minutes later ...

I was in front of the hospital gate. With my wife, I ran very fast. Right on the spot to report, I looked at the nurse and nurse who were still guarding tonight.

"Sorry, Sir. Can we help you?" ask the nurse who is writing something.

"Sorry, Sus. Is there a patient named—Refal hospitalized in this hospital," I replied. Breathing is also very boring in no direction.

"Attent, Sir. Let me check first."

After a few minutes staring at the attendance list in a large book, the nurse pointed at the bottom of the name.

"Oh, right, sir. Patient on behalf of Refal is being treated in the ER on the second floor."

"Thank you, Sus."

Regardless of Siska, I climbed the stairs and headed towards the second floor of the building. Arriving at the portal that read Emergency Room, I stopped. The footprints are not like before when heading to the location, a little dragging and very slow.

Right in front of the door of the room, I stared at the contents of the room. There was already a son who was just a wayang asleep with bandages that surrounded the entire head.

"Refal .. This is my father coming, son," I said to myself at the door.

"Refal ...," cried Siska.

"Rephale ...."

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