Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 15. Sooner or Later

Sooner or Later

(Speedly or slowly)

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Surabaya

Tama

He was again occupied by work. Drowning in routine as a law enforcement officer. Together with the team and its staff, trying to uncover the latest cases that quite caught the attention of the public.

Moreover, data on the ground shows that there is an increase in escalation, for certain cases of crime in the region that is responsible.

All of that managed to make the time of a week as if just a blink of an eye. Without feeling like you've met again this weekend. Which for now is the most special time for him.

Yep. Because after parting with Kinan, he obtained a special schedule with Reka at each weekend. Fun, right?

He always asked Yu Adah to clean up the room. I hope one day they will fulfill it.

Yes again. If he still lives in their home. Although the process behind the name above the power has been done. Because this house has actually become the property of Reka.

"Please stay in the house" Kinan said that night he returned Kinan to his mother.

"Darling if left empty. It'll be broken."

"Repot again for repair costs."

He nodded.

Yeah, of course you are. Kinan must have been reluctant to occupy their home. Because it is comfortable to be at home.

While until now, he still could not think of a place to live other than their home.

"Give me time" he murmured. "If I get a new rented house or an apartment, I move out."

Kinan was silent, completely unreacted. Just gave him a look, which was shrouded in a sense of regret.

And to prepare for his meeting with Reka, he had attempted to contact Dara. Ask him everything he wants to know. Ask for advice on what to do. So that his complicated relationship with the designer can gradually improve.

"Children can feel lost, angry, confused, anxious, and a series of other negative emotions as a result of the separation of both parents" said Dara through a cellphone connection.

"Children may also often wonder, although never said. Why does separation happen?"

"Was it his fault to make his parents separate?"

"And this guilt can accumulate, then settle. Finally provoke stress, provoke out-of-the-box behavior, or other health problems."

"But the worst can be depression."

He could only sigh deeply at Dara's words.

"They have even been confused since toddlerhood," he murmured bitterly. "Can I fixed this (can I fix it)?"

"It should be possible" Dara replied quickly.

"should?" he laughed heartily. "It's almost impossible dong?"

"What children need from parents is actually simple" continued Dara.

"What?"

"The presence of his parents."

It cringes.

"It's not just about physical presence. But an emotional presence."

It's getting cringing.

"How do parents take the time to just chat."

"How do parents show if love and affection are truly unconditional."

"We can show it through attitude, deed, and deed."

"For children to know, parents can be home to them."

"Make them not to worry and be afraid to be themselves."

"And the child becomes aware, that no matter how bad the situation, parents still have the same love and affection. Not less."

He took a long breath again. The words spoken by Dara were like a series of sharp bullets. Who mercilessly tore apart his entire being.

"They may still be confused in taking a stand, Mas," continued Dara.

"He himself was overwhelmed with the hormones of puberty. Plus the parents' separation."

"Easiest response ... angry."

He nodded in understanding.

And at the moment, he is waiting for Reka, who is training with his swimming club.

"They have not been interested in football since the injury" Kinan explained some time ago. "Now another swim."

He immediately got up from sitting. Then walk closer to the guardrail. To see the design better. Which is now preparing to start, for the 50M freestyle.

"Raffi!"

"Filio!"

"That's right!"

Screeched at some people sitting on the bleachers. Most of them are parents waiting. Including children of the same age as fellow club members. Who sat lined up by the pool.

"LET'S REKA!" he was screaming.

Coinciding with the bell.

BYUR!

Six Junior High children have made their best start. Followed by the screams of the audience.

"Filio's End!" squeal the kids by the pool.

"Resid!"

"Resid!"

And he can only hiss. When the design should finish in second place from behind.

"They, 40.11 seconds," the coach chanted a record of the time achieved by Reka.

He also wrote it on his cell phone.

Design.: 40.11 seconds

Finish 1:32.23 seconds

There's a time difference of almost eight seconds. Far enough.

But when viewed from the spirit shown by Reka. He believes that one day his son could surpass the record of the best time at this club.

"Where are we going?" tanyanya cheerful. As soon as Reka appeared from the direction of the dressing room. While carrying a black back pack.

But Reka didn't answer the question. Instead busy alone say goodbye to some of his friends.

"My (that) your father ta?"

Again he did not answer the questions of his friends.

Making her take the initiative to throw a smile, at everyone they passed by while waving, "Iyo, iki ayahe Reka (iya, this is her father Reka)."

Some friends of the design, especially girls, immediately whispered to each other while giggling occasionally. But while looking at him. While Reka put on a gloomy face and walked quickly leaving her.

"Delivery! Wait!"

"Why did you come inside?" gerutu Reka when they were in the parking lot.

He nodded in not understanding.

"Tomorrow wait in the parking lot!" keep up the increasingly grumbling Design.

He could only take a long breath. Prefer to press the car remote. Instead of having to deal with their frustration. It looks like it's going to be a long Saturday.

"Where are we going?" he had turned on the vehicle's engine.

But Reka did not answer. Because he was busy with his phone.

"Former training must have been cape," now he's been steering the wheel out of the parking lot. "What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever!" answer Reka ketus. Without taking your eyes off the phone screen.

He nodded in understanding.

Long before leaving to pick up Reka, he had confirmed himself following the advice of Dara. If he has to stay calm, be patient, and do not be provoked by the behavior of the designer.

To break the silence, he started playing audio in the car. Look for radio frequencies that are easy to listen.

His smile immediately expanded, as soon as he heard a tone that was quite familiar.

Well, I won't give up on us

Even if the skies get rough

I'm giving you all my love

I'm still looking up

To do some navigating

I'll be here patiently waiting

To see what you find

(Jason Mraz, I won't give up)

And because the design remains silent a thousand languages. He finally decided, to steer the wheel towards Reka's favorite fast food restaurant in childhood. It is not far from Kinan's house. Being the perfect destination as a kongkow place with ABG on Saturday.

"What other choice?" The designer frowned as he swerved the steering wheel into the front yard of the restaurant.

"Lho ..." he laughed. "This is your favorite restaurant as a kid."

Reka looked at him fiercely, "I'm not a child anymore."

He who had just finished parking frowned, "Okay ... Where do you want us to eat?"

But Rita was throwing her face away. Then take off the seat belt roughly. And open the door. Just to slam him in a minute later.

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Design

He really doesn't know what to do.

Because right now, his wish was only one. That is venting anger at the figure of the man called father.

Although never spoken, he did not not know, if the mother often cried alone at night.

He even accidentally discovered, the drug storage that belongs to the mother. Which when the name of the drug is searched on the internet, the answer that comes out is a kind of high-dose anti-depressant.

What exactly is going on?

He really can't understand.

Mother who looks tough, but she knows must be very fragile. And the father who rarely even almost never came home, under the pretext of being preoccupied by work.

In that instant, his hatred for father began to pile up. Even more and more days are multiplying.

He can no longer remember the last time he played and joked with his father. As his friends often do.

Dad gave him a magic card. Who can buy whatever he wants.

Dad also occasionally sends chat messages, even if only to ask the news. Or calling, which he never picked up.

"Are we just sitting here like strangers?"

My heavy voice now fell on his ear. Disperse the daydream that made him grunt in annoyance.

"Dad wants us to be friends."

He took his eyes off his plate of food. Trying to challenge the eyes of the father who looks begging.

"I'm not friends with my parents" he replied. Go back to eating food in front of him.

I laughed, "If friends ... how?"

He sniffed annoyed. But continue eating. Trying to ignore a strange-sounding offer.

"Dad send the official mobile number to you, yes" his father murmured while holding a cell phone.

"Only certain people know the father's official mobile number" he continued.

"And now you know ..." Dad must be staring at him. But he just kept his head down.

"That means ..you are special in my eyes" continued the father. "Very special."

But the last sentence that my father said made him want to vomit.

He has promised in his heart. There's never been an easy way for me. As a result of ignoring her mother as well as herself. Put them both away for years. Missing so many important moments that will never happen again.

"You can call me all the time for 24 hours" he said.

But he remained indifferent. There was no answer or reaction at all.

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Tama

First, second, and next weekends. All passed without any significant development.

The design still put on a wry, cold, and not talkative face.

The designer also always answers his questions in a sharp tone. And just a short sentence.

"Yes." Yeah."

"No."

"I don't know."

The designer once said a pretty long sentence. But it was while asking for permission to camp on a hill with his friends.

"Mother says you have to ask permission from father," muttered Reka with an annoyed face.

That means, if Kinan doesn't tell Reka to ask her permission, then there won't be a long sentence thrown at him.

"Sabar ..." so said Dara when she almost gave up.

To be honest, he would rather deal with dangerous recidivists than have to reach for his own son's heart. Because everything feels so hard as hopeless.

"Importantly, he was physically present. Only once a week."

"Security needs process."

Make it back to vent the horror at the task and work. Moreover, the death of Om Jusuf is still in the national spotlight. The media seems to race to extract information from various directions. Publish news that is guaranteed to sell well like fried beans, because this case concerns public celebrities.

But he must obey orders. By removing SP3 and mempetieskan Om Jusuf case.

Cundamanik who is still a witness must inevitably be released.

Sponsored by Rajas, the young artist decided to temporarily calm down to Stockholm, Sweden.

"Gua sure can reveal the culprit" muttered Rajas. "As long as the Cundamanic cave holds."

He obviously can't help anymore. The order has been decided and must be carried out.

"You doing well (you did well)," Rajas patted her shoulder with understanding.

But he knew, as of this very second, he had incurred a great debt to Rajas. Who knows when it can be completed.

He could only hope, the dark story between Papa and Hamzah Isaac, did not repeat to him.

It's gonna be scary.

Either ... will he be able to face it or even fall?

The media certainly did not stay silent with the unilateral decision announced. Many people are even dissatisfied. His name as a Dirreskrimum was clearly at stake.

But sometimes, the way out comes from an unexpected direction.

With no previous rumors, Metro 1 called out to him. Delivering the decision that has been set through telegram. About the reshuffle of departments in their corps.

"There are a number of high-ranking and middle-ranking officers who were mutated into new positions."

He became one of the few mutated middle officers.

To a place he never even imagined.

Jakarta.

"This may be our last routine meeting" he said with a heavy heart to Reka. As usual, stay immersed in front of the phone screen. Not paying attention to him at all.

Instead, their relationship shows progress. It's like sticking wet thread.

And now, they must again be separated by distance, space, and time. Makes everything feel harder.

"We can still do a lot of things together" he followed Dara's advice.

"Daddy promise ... will come to Surabaya once a month."

Reka looked up at him.

"A fortnight?" he tried to smile.

But Reka actually drowned again in front of his gadget. Not reacting as he wanted.

"Or Reka who vacation to Jakarta ..." he again offers an option.

"Later to take me to places terb ..." but his sentence was cut in the air because Reka interrupted.

"When did it end?"

"What?" he nodded in not understanding.

"When to go home? This was more than usual" Reka said. "Then I'm home at this hour."

He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. Really slowly. Because he had a little trouble choosing. Between closing wounds that re-gape or show dominance as a father.

After a silent aura that was not long. He finally managed to find a sentence that seemed to be quite precise, though,

"Okay, Reka .. I'm waiting in Jakarta."

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