The Story of Love

CHAPTER 54 (ENOUGH)

Arafah still chose silence from all the mosquitoes that lodged in the mind. Ignoring all the attention Papa always gives

His long hair he let unravel, a little messy blown by the night breeze that was quite soothing for all his bumps

His solitude on the balcony, slightly disturbed by the voice of Papa “Ara. Come eat, Papa already bought your favorite fried rice”

Arafah was silent, again and again choosing to ignore everything. He was rebelling in a graceful way

Sounded Papa who wastes rough breath “You until when you like this?” ask Papa who sounds very tired

“Until Papa brought Ara back to Jakarta” Arafah answered steadily

Papa made a hunchback. He has memorized the attitude of Papa who brought him back to Kalimantan since three days ago

“Ara can't keep running well. Everything must be resolved carefully, not by going rich gini” said Arafah slowly

Papa's steps were heard approaching towards him, standing beside Arafah while leaning against the glass fence

Staring at her daughter from the side “You are Papa's son. Papa knows Ara, you are too soft and easy to melt” explained Papa “And Papa will never be willing if Ara melted and re-elected”

Without taking his eyes off the pool below. He took a deep breath, trying to convince himself

“Ara promise not to melt Pa. This relationship starts well, it should be settled well also”

Although not sure can realize his promise just now, Arafah is just trying to make Papa sure. He can't keep doing this. They need to talk directly

Papa did not respond to his words. He went back into Arafah's room, moving the fried rice from the sterefoam to the plate

A glance at Arafah. His hand swung towards Arafah who looked at him flat “Eat first. If you have, directly book the last flight today”

Arafah's smile puffed up a little, he ran and splashed into Papa's warm embrace “Still Pa”

Lovingly, Papa gently stroked Arafah's delicate mane “Ara dear to you and Alula?”

Got it. He understood the meaning of that question. Papa hesitated if it would really be like his words

If the others who saw him were hesitant, how could Arafah believe in himself?

He has been very affectionate, even since the beginning of this relationship. Arafah wanted to be selfish, but the two men were just as important in Arafah's life

“Ara dear y'all” said Arafah firmly

“But I also love Alvin”

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Arafah's small bag was the only item brought back to Jakarta. It only contains a wallet, a mobile phone and a small airpod

After getting his seat number, he sat in silence. Look at the runway from the small window

Before deactivating her phone, Arafah saw many calls from the same person. There was something vibrating inside Arafah's chest, finding a call from Alvin that almost touched the number 60 for today

Feeling that there was nothing to do, his hand moved to tap on the whatsapp icon. Found again and again, the name Alvin is at the top

“*Don't rich gini Fa. We should talk. Everything will not improve if you leave, nothing will be resolved if you are lost

“Where are you? I'm going there, sharelock now”

“Please Fa. Don't go, I can't*”

Everything is destroyed, everything can never be as it was and Arafah will never be ready to accept it

His back was moving up and down, very sick in there. He could not imagine, not even want to just remember that Alvin is the cause of everything

His chest felt increasingly narrow, as soon as he tried to regulate his breathing. Then back to lean with a face that is not passionate

Removing the rough trace of tears that were imprinted, hoping that the pain could decay with a swab on his cheek

Without waiting for the plane to take off, Arafah, tired of everything that happened, chose to sleep

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“*GO YOU FROM HERE. YOUR PRESENCE IS NOT IMPORTANT FOR ALULA, MY SON IS DEAD” Papa shouted furiously, like a person who has lost consciousness

Arafah was hidden behind Om Farhan's back, not wanting his little boy to see all that

But he cannot be curious. Although the tears were still very visible, he occasionally tried to glance. Found Mother who was hugging Papa tightly

Do not forget a man who was kneeling at the feet of Mother “Mafin Vino Om, I know that I was wrong. But condition Ma...”

BRUKK

Loud blow he lay towards the man's face “Be quiet you. My son just asked for a minute, just a minute. But you were late, he was dead just before you came” Papa sobbed loudly

Mother took Papa a little away using the rest of her energy “Istighfar Mas. This is already the destiny that God laid out for Alula. Don't blame anyone”

Although trying to calm the ex-husband, Mother still can not help her crying knowing if the baby is already lying lifeless in there

Om Farhan immediately drew Arafah's hand slowly, taking him away. Even very far from his parents and a man he had never seen his face. His name is Vino, that's what Arafah knows

“You sit here well. Don't go anywhere” he sat Arafah in one of the hospital chairs located in the ER corridor

Before Om Farhan left Arafah, his small hand held down the black jacket worn by his Papa's younger brother

“Sister Alula don't get buried here well Om. Intar Arafah is difficult for his pilgrimage” said Arafah plain

Immediately, Om Farhan knelt before Arafah who was still in tears “Iya dear. So Arafah don't be naughty, just stay here. Entar Bunda same Papa even more sad if Arafahnya naughty”

He quickly nodded.

Noticing Om Farhan's long steps that began to move away, Arafah guessed that he must be heading to his parents

Arafah who felt like seeing Alula, ventured to step closer to there. Intend to enter secretly into the room where Alula was declared dead

But one look he saw, made his knee not powered. He had not yet touched the doorknob, his eyes fixed in one direction

Mother fell unconscious in tears. His face was very pale and there was a deep look of sadness there

And since then. Arafah no longer found Mother who always welcomed her presence in London with an extinction of joy and a soothing embrace

Mother had survived, surviving the pain that was not powerful she could withstand her pain. Mommy survives for three months and is treated by the road in this country

Yet. Mother went after Alula, when the khalik had called her. Leaving Papa and Arafah who are still trying to fight for now*

With a broken breath. Arafah woke up, staring at the surroundings where almost everyone was asleep and the cabin was quite dark

Only he remains haunted by the dark shadows of the past