
"Mas, earlier Arsen told me that there was a woman who tried to approach him during break time at school," said Suci when Ray had just entered the room after returning from the office.
"How are the women?"
"Arsen said his skin was white and his body was rather tall."
"There are other features?"
"That's all he said. The woman was wearing a head covering. I'm worried that the woman is Sofia's mistress. Besides knowing Arsen's name, she also offered him a toy."
"Lantas, did Arsen accept the toy?"
"No, Mas. At the same time Davin came to pick him up. So the woman went away."
"It could be that the woman was Sofia's mother. It's only natural that Arsen doesn't recognize him. The last time they met was when they were so young."
"What do we do, Mas? I'm afraid he's mean to Arsen."
"You don't have to worry. I'll talk to Davin so he won't be late for Arsen."
Their chatter came to a halt when suddenly the sound of someone knocking on the door of the room.
"Dad ... Mommy .. Can I come in?"
arsen said from the front door.
"Come in, honey. The door is not locked" said the Holy One.
"What's up, son?" ask Rayyan.
"Have you talked to Dad about performing arts at my school?"
"Ah, yes. I forgot."
"What art performer, son?" ask Ray again.
"Two days later my school held an art performance for the school's birthday. Each student is required to perform on stage with his or her family. Can you come on the show?"
"Ehm ... Two more days huh? I'm sorry, son. Looks like I can't attend because I have an out-of-town schedule."
"Come, Dad. This event is only once a year. Father's time won't take time" whined Arsen.
"Actually I'd love to come too, but I can't leave my job."
"Dear Arsen, it's okay if you can't come to the art show, there will still be a mother. I want to go on stage, "holy Holiness.
"But, Mum. Teacher says if you still have parents, you should take both."
"Arsen can tell the teacher if Arsen's father is working, the teacher must be familiar" said Suci, stroking the hair of the son.
"Yes, it's okay with Mom. What are we gonna show?"
"Ehm ... What is it? Do you have any ideas?"
"Can you sing?" ask Ray.
"It can, in the bathroom." Saints chuckle.
"What about poetry?"
"Poetry?"
"Yes. You can read it in turn, it must be more exciting."
"But, Mas. I can't make poetry."
"Let me make the poem, you just memorize it."
"How, Honey? You agree?" ask the Saints to Arsen. The boy nodded his head.
"Wait a minute." Rayyan left her room. Moments later he returned with a piece of paper bearing a printed poem.
"So fast did you make a poem?"
"You don't know that I love to write poetry. I put him in my laptop. So I just print it."
"The poems must have been intended for Arsen's late mother."
"Ehm .. some yes, but some not. It's not a love poem."
"What's a love poem, Dad?" asked Arsen with his innocent eyes.
"Later you know it's big."
"May I know what the title of the poem is, Mas?"
Ray also thrust the paper to Suci and read it in front of Arsen.
"Love without but"
Ray reviewed a thin smile.
"Love is universal. Not only for a man to a woman, but from a parent to his child, or vice versa. It could be for a friend, too" he explained.
"Oh, so yeah."
Suddenly Arsen closed his mouth as drowsiness began to attack him.
"It seems you're sleepy. Tomorrow we will recite his poem," said the Holy One.
"Mom, can I not sleep with Mom?" ask Arsen.
"Why do you suddenly want to sleep with your mom? Are you afraid to sleep in your own room?"
"I miss being hugged by Mom while sleeping like I was when I was a kid" Arsen said.
"I can't, Dad slept here last night."
"Ehm .. Can you not? I can."
"Thank you, Dad."
Arsen went up to the bed.
"Father on my right and Mother on my left" he asked.
Ray and Sacred nodded in agreement. Both then lay his body on the bed with the position as requested Arsen.
"Before we go to sleep we pray first. Arseb who leads the do'a yes," said Suci.
The boy began to lead the do'a before going to bed.
"Good night, Father .. Mother." Arsen landed a gentle kiss on Ray and Holy's forehead alternately.
"Good night, honey. A beautiful dream." The saint kissed the boy back.
Not long after grasping both the hands of father and mother, he continued, Arsen was asleep.
"Good night" Ray said to the Saints. He turned off the room lights and replaced them with table lamps.
Saints observed the face of Arsen who had just fallen asleep. He could capture the happiness in that innocent look.
Next morning.
The dawn prayer made the Saints awake. Usually, he would get out of bed. But somehow that morning he felt so comfortable and warm in the Arsen deck, making him a little stalling to wake up.
He just clenched the body tighter.
"Wait on! The smell of this perfume is not foreign to me. Astarghfirullah!"
Suci was surprised not to play when he knew that the body that had been held was not Arsen, but her husband, Rayyan.
For the first time Saints observed her husband's handsome face from such a close distance.
"How lucky I am to have a husband like you" she said.
"But where is Arsen? Did he wake up this early? Or maybe he moved into his room when I slept, "his mind again.
With such a gentle movement the Saint moved Ray's hand from above his body. But what happened then the hand was actually getting tighter.
"Mas, it's morning. I must wake up immediately" whispered the Holy One.
"Hmm." Ray just muttered.
Whether conscious or not, Ray's hands suddenly burst into the Holy nightclothes.
"Is this a sign from Ray that I should do my duty as a wife?"
Sacred Heart was pounding when Ray suddenly had Ray's face right in front of him. He then looked fixedly at his eyes while occasionally gently rubbing his hair. The originally frightened saint started to feel his blood rustling warmly.
"Mas Ray is my husband, he deserves his right," he said.
"Are you ready?" ask Ray.
The saint nodded his head.
Sacred closed her eyes as Ray's lips began to gently touch hers.
"Ah, it turns out to be this beautiful as it feels," her inner self.
"Good morning, Father .. Mother …"
Holy immediately pushed Ray's body when Arsen suddenly entered the room.
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