THE ERROR BOOK IS NOT TO BE READ

PAPA'S INNER VOICE

"Bye, Rin's. See you tonight, yeah." Rayla says goodbye to her best friend from the car and is ready to go home.

And Rina waved from her position standing in front of the door letting Rayla pass away.

"Where else are we going, Non?"

The girl did not answer. He only glanced at the young man who was next to him while concentrating on the road that had started to solidify.

"Later to give me permission, my papa, yes" Rayla asked Tristan, who was facing a long traffic jam as far as the eye could see.

"Where is it, Non?"

"Later tonight, I was with Rina to go to my party. The kemang area. Must be hard to get permission from papa if I'm the one talking. Looks like papa believes more in you. That's why you need permission for me" he said, turning the steering wheel slightly to the right.

"Ah time should be me, Non. Kan Non Rayla. I'm not the one who's Mr. Non" Tristan said.

"But—. My dad will let me go if Mas Tristan asks for permission."

"Where does Non Rayla know and believe that I told Non sure Non Rayla is allowed to go."

"Udah. I'm absolutely sure. Do I need to beg you. Aye." Yeah."

"Ah—. Ja‐Don't, Non. Non Rayla must beg me. I am a nobody, Nope. I'm also just hitchhiking at Non Rayla's house."

"That's it, I realized. Think of it as a return to me. Wanna?"

Tristan nodded. "Yes, I tried it, No."

Goody. Hahahaa—'s chat. Surely papa ngizinin I went if Tristan asked, he said happily in his heart.

Tristan is like a buffalo that has its nose shaved. Just according to what Rayla said. Maybe, because after all Tristan still has heart and feelings. Even though he has trouble remembering it. But he's not numb. She still had the feeling of being grateful with thanks in the form of her attitude towards Rayla and her Papa. Since they were Tristan still safe and could live in a nice house without having to pay rent, that was what his conscience said.

This opportunity used Rayla to pitch freely wherever she wanted. By making Tristan as a shield in front of his papa.

Tristan's innocent face painted the cleanliness of his heart. However, Rayla was unaware of that.

TIN—TIN!

Quickly and swiftly, Mr. Ujang opened the fence after hearing the horn of his employer's car home.

"Inget yes, don't forget you said the same to my papa. Ok," Rayla said before exiting the car to Tristan.

"Good, Non."

Inside the house, Tristan paced. She was nervous to tell Rayla's request to her papa. Tristan squeezed his finger with a confused feeling.

"Gimna yes. What should I say to Rayla's dad, '" he murmured.

From afar, Rayla had already encoded it with her eyes. He told Tristan, who was on the living room couch, to approach his papa, who was reading a newspaper, in a rocking chair near the back garden.

With a feeling of indecision, Tristan tries to speak to her father Rayla.

"Sir-u. Anu. Hmm-."

"What's Tristan?" ask Rayla's dad while putting the newspaper on the next table near her chair.

"What yes. Hmm–. Look, Sir. Well," said Tristan confused.

A serious look was clearly visible from behind the reading glasses worn by her father Rayla.

From behind the window by the back door. Rayla muttered her lips ordering Tristan to quickly speak to her papa. Tristan glanced at Rayla with a restless feeling.

"This, Sir. Non. Non Rayla—'s. Asking me to talk to my father. Kala—. Non Rayla's gonna go out with her friends tonight, sir." Nervously and a little stubbornly Tristan conveyed his point.

Tristan nodded.

"Who told you to call my son with that word?" ask Rayla seriously.

"Hm. Non Rayla, sir. It was Non Rayla herself who told me to call her like that" Tristan said.

"Rayla!" call her dad a little hard.

"Ouch! die me!" Rayla patted her midwife. He heard what Tristan was talking about with his papa. "I forgot to tell him, if you're at home don't call him that" he murmured anxiously.

"I-Yes, pa," Rayla said from her place.

"Right, you told Tristan to call you Non?" asked her father seriously after Rayla stood in front of him.

"I-Yes, Pa," he replied with an anxious face.

"Cckk." Papa clucked. "Why did you tell him to call you that, Rayla?" ask her father in a loud voice. It makes Rayla angry.

"Papa is why! is Papa's son really him or me?" Rayla started to tear up. He ran to his room with sadness.

"Rayla!" The man who was his father chased his son to the room.

"Rayla, open the door. Papa wants to talk."

"Papa take care of that man! don't care about me!" yelled Rayla in a high tone while crying from inside her room.

"Rayla! open door!"

"Why! why would Papa care more about him than me?" said Rayla with a hiccup and tears streaming down her chest while opening the door of her room.

Seeing his biological son grieving, pity appeared in the heart of a father. Rayla's father closed the door to her son's room. And spoke from heart to heart to Rayla in the room.

"There's a reason why Papa is so much like him, son," his father Rayla said.

"What! who is he! papa's bastard son?"

"Rayla!" snapped papa. "Don't just talk to you! you forgot who you were talking to!"

"Why! i-i know. I was talking to Mr. Radhtya

The venerable Purnama Wijaksono. The owner of eighteen companies in Jakarta" he replied with tears.

The father breathed. He rubbed his face with one hand. "Papa owes him his life, son. He once saved papa from the men of papa's business competitors. If there was no child, you might be praying for Papa in the tomb. Not talking to papa in your room like this."

Rayla was starting to shut up. He looked seriously at his father. "I mean Papa?"

"A few days ago. After Papa came home from the project that Papa was building. There's three guys who stopped Papa's car. Papa thinks it's a regular robber. But, it turns out that one of them said, 'Do not sign the project for the construction of a tourist park in the west Java area. Or you I kill.' He threatened Papa. Who else if it wasn't Papa's competitor who told those people, son. Coincidentally, Tristan was at that place. He's looking for his friend's address. He's helping Papa from the people who've been holding sharp guns around Papa's neck, son.

"Tristan fought the three of them. Until his hand was hurt. Got hit by the dagger that guy used. Tristan is a village. But he has a good heart, son. He's sincere. Papa can judge. Because, he did not want to receive ten million in return for helping Papa. Which Papa gave to him when Papa drove him to his friend's address. In fact, HP alone he did not have. That Tristan is self-reliant. Surely the money that Papa gave him the same he would take. He knew, his worth was not small. Because Papa gave the money directly without an envelope.

"Since the hospital. When papa wants to donate blood Papa helps the victim you are hurting. Papa is surprised if it turns out that the victim is Tristan. Yeah, indeed. Papa didn't tell you at the time. Because Papa thinks it's not important for you to know.

"That's why Papa wanted Tristan in this house. At least, that way Papa can return the favor to him. Actually, the one with the debt is us, son. Not him," said the father named Radhytia by holding both shoulders of his son.

Rayla wiped her tears. However, he was still as hiccuped due to the deep cry marks. "Papa was sure that Tristan was not one of their men either. It could be, Pa. They planned this. Get people to threaten Papa. But on the other hand that person sent a hero who was ostensibly defending Papa. Though there is a certain purpose," said Rayla.

"No, Son. Papa knows which people are really good. Where is the person who pretends to be good," concluded his father Rayla reassured his son.

The father wiped his son's tears very gently. "Papa is aware, maybe you will not feel comfortable with this situation. However, however, you still have an obligation to help Tristan recover his memory. At least until Tristan recovers. Then, you can be free without having to be burdened by it again. And Papa, please, treat Tristan well, son," his papa said, kissing Rayla's forehead gently.