There is No Need for Love

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Risda continued to spread a smile. Now Risda looked very happy, he laughed a lot while occasionally glancing at Haris. To be honest Risda felt a somewhat different feeling after conversing with Haris.

The feeling of joy shown by Risda made Haris even more unsettled, Haris' heart was really upset, the face was very beating his heart, Risda's smile like a knife was ready to tear his heart.

“Then may know whose name is Mama ?”. Haris seemed a bit doubtful.

Risda smiled again. “Lia.. Natalia”'s.

The Dug…. This time Haris' heart was almost completely stopped. Haris chose to take a look, he no longer dared to look at Risda's face long ago. This time Haris was very sure of what was in his head, it was true that this young teacher had a strong connection with him, with Natalia.

Haris didn't talk when he dumped and Asrul showed up. Asrul no longer sat like Buang, he immediately took Risda home, Risda nodded his head and both of them bailed and disappeared behind the crowd of ceremony visitors who still presented games and competitions are quite a lot.

Throw it was the same as Risda and Asrul, he chose to go home too because his son had asked to go home. Haris just nodded his head and let Buang and her family go home.

Haris now covered both of his faces with his hands. There was no doubt this time if the young teacher was indeed the Natalia child he knew so well, they were even like photocopies and originals.

The question that alternates still smothers Haris' chest, maybe Natalia is married, but when her son has finished college, Haris is really like a dazed person.

The question that hunts him the most is why Risda claimed to be surnamed Nasution, not Natalia also Nasution the same as him, while a child should follow his father surname, not his mother surname.

Haris is back. Do not do that. Haris back cover his face with both hands and throw heavy breath repeatedly. Haris remembers Risda saying she had lost her father since birth.

Obviously, Risda said that they have been here since January or since they finished graduation. If Risda entered Elementary School at the age of 7 years, then that means Risda was born not until a year since he left Natalia and Jakarta. What is this?, Haris massaged his pulsating head.

Haris squeezed her hair quite strongly. Shadow 22 years ago is now chasing him. Haris was actually eager to say that he knew Risda's mother, very familiar even.

But Haris doesn't have enough courage to do it, for some reason. Haris said it because there are many things that make him need to do consideration, although Haris is sure of what is the master of his head, but Haris has not been willing to make a decision as early as that, but Haris has not been willing to make a decision as early as that, Haris still wants to further ascertain his position for Risda.

When getting off the heli should be Haris walking straight to the office, but he turned towards the housing where he lived. Haris came in and sat down on the chair while smoking slowly, the shadows of Risda and Natalia's faces alternately controlled her head.

The two women were too similar not to be related. Haris realized and immediately opened the computer at his desk, opened a social media link, Haris sure that Risda must have an account, and right, did not search long enough Haris had found and opened it.

One by one the photos on Facebook were noticed Haris. True indeed, Risda the young teacher was indeed Natalia's son, even there he again found the face of his mother, his father, even his Uncle Jamil.

Haris' fingers count as soon as Risda's date of birth. True, that date was only eight and a half months adrift of his departure. Haris continues to open one after another photos that he has now copied from the Risda facebook page. There are dozens of photos taken by Haris and save it from a folder with the name Natalia.

Continuously flipping back the photo like a tired tampa, finally Haris printed three photos, Risda with Natalia, Risda with his Father and Mother, and the last Risda with his Uncle Jamil. Haris closed his laptop and headed for the bedroom.

Haris collapsed and looked back at the three photos in his hand in turn. Somehow Haris this time sobbed, inexplicably Haris became very sure that Risda was the wedding fruit that he had knitted with Natalia.

This is right beyond Haris's expectations, this is all beyond the estimates in Haris' head. However, in the deepest heart of Haris hopes that what is in his head is not so true, Haris now really hopes that Risda is his nephew, not his son.

A deep sense of regret also hit Haris, he should not be this selfish, decades disappear from the view of his family, his family, had he been able to defeat his ego and occasionally return to Bandar Lampung or visit his mother and Natalia in Jakarta he would not have been this stupid.

Unable to survive, Haris finally fell into grief, his tears flowed very fast, back Haris grabbed the photo he had taken from FB Risda account, and he took it, one by one the faces in the photo were taken, it turned out that so many people loved it even died.

Haris was impatient again, he immediately rushed to load the bag with some clothes, headed to the office and took a leave of absence. The behavior of Haris who took leave even made his leadership frown sharply, already more than twenty years Haris working new this time take leave.

But seeing the wrinkle of Haris's face that illustrates the unrest of the leader only dared to guess about what was going on and just signed the application for Haris leave which shows the number 15 days.

Haris also seems to hunt because the clock has shown at 15:00 even though he had to get to Sampit not to pass from 16:00 in order to get a plane to Palangkaraya or directly to Surabaya and then fly towards Jakarta.

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