THE PSYCHOPATH BABY BOY

Oh Daddy.

Rafa and Elena sat on the balcony chair of the room. In his hand was a small red box. Rafa lowered his head staring at the small box in his hand.

"Elena.." said Rafa without looking at Elena.

"Yes!" sahut Elena tilted her face looking at Rafa who just lowered her head

"This gift may not be much, but I don't know how to thank you anymore. You always make me calm, comfortable, you always understand me more than my parents. But, I don't know, whether what I'm saying is wrong or right, which I know right now you're my best friend!" Rafa raised his face to look at Elena and smiled faintly, then he handed her the small box.

"Rapid.." Elena took the small box in Rafa's hand, then she put it on her lap. He grabbed both Rafa's hands and held them tightly.

"I don't want anything from you." Their eyes looked at each other. "Looking at you happy, calm, smiling, that's enough for me. If there's anything I want from you, it's not stuff. But your love, like I love you."

Rafa gave a small laugh without letting go of his gaze in Elena's two eyeballs.

"Love again?"

"Why are you laughing?" elena said her lips forward.

"I don't know what love you mean, which I know I'm comfortable around you." Rafa said still laughing.

"That's Rafa's love.say that you love me." Force Elena.

"I, I don't know." Answer Rafa.

"Touch me!" Elena raised Rafa's right hand, then pointed it at Elena's lips.

Rafa touched Elena's lips gently, then to her cheeks, then to Elena's eyes for quite a while.

"What do you feel?" ask Elena.

"Your lips are soft as Dad's ice cream, and your cheeks are as chewy as ramen noodles. Ahahahaha!!" Rafa laughed out loud when he noticed Elena's pouting face.

Elena fell silent, watching Rafa who continued to laugh out loud until tears came out.

"Just by teaching you to love me, at the last moment you can feel what real love is." Elena said in her heart.

***

Sunday at 9 a.m.

Quenby goes to see She Black for help freeing Avram and changing his bail. While silent, Rafa meets Avram in prison, bringing him Avram's favorite meal.

Avram sat on the chair, smilingly staring at Rafa's gloomy-looking face. "How are you, dear." said Avram.

"Dad, I brought you your favorite food." Rafa.

"Thank you dear!" avram answered and opened the food box on the table. "Chang Beef Noodle Shop?"

Avram smiled, then picked up the spoon and ate the food voraciously. Rafa just silently watched his father eat, his eyes starting to get hot and wet. Tears flowed profusely, between sadness and anger mixed into one.

Who should be blamed? is it fate that plays? or a life that refuses to side with him?

Avram's mouth was full of food, noodles were still unraveling in his mouth. Avram raised his face looking at Rafa who was crying. Which heart of Dad doesn't sting? Avram could not hold back his tears anymore.

"I'm sorry, Rafa." said Avram in a choked voice. The food in his mouth fell into his lap. "I'm sorry.."

"You're not wrong, Dad, even if you've been wrong your whole life, I can't blame you. I know, it's all you do for me." - Rafa lowered his head.

"I'm sorry.all my fault." said Avram then stood up, the rest of the food that was still attached to his lips he did not clean. Avram passed by from before Rafa with a broken heart and a deep sense of regret.

"Dad.how many sorry words have you said, not worth the love you have given, the love you have given me only for your son.. Dad you taught me about kindness. You showed me the meaning of love. You explained me about the meaning of life. And you educated me with great affection.How great is your mistake, I'm ready to bear it." Rafa muttered softly as he wiped his tears.

Father, is the second person who is always affectionate and willing to sacrifice anything for his daughter's son after Mother. Father is a strong man who always tries to give the best for his daughter's son.

Dad was willing to work a bone slam all day for the sake of his little family. Relief for hard work to send his son as a family leader who is ready to sacrifice body and soul. Work in silence, keeping each wound alone.

Father, is the one who always reminds if his daughter's son is wrong, the one who always defends in front when there are people who hurt us.

"Dad, a word of affection is not enough for you. I'm willing to shoulder your burdens, your mistakes, it's time for me to repay what you've given me even if it's not enough."