Two Rings of the CEO

The Hidden Wound

Sofyan looked at his magnificent home, which was once covered with love, now looks fragile and worn out as the wife's health deteriorated. Sighing deeply to leave the living room that was once always filled with laughter, the father of Rangga headed to the room where the wife was lying against her pain.

Seeing the master who had come, the servant and the nurse who had been on guard quickly left the room.

"Good morning, dear," said Sofyan as he approached and pulled a chair to sit next to his wife's lying body. Lovingly, the middle-aged man kissed his wife's forehead. Although he knew that the woman could not reply, but he was sure that his wife could feel a warm kiss from him.

Silent. The man momentarily fell silent. There is only a sound that comes from the life support, which indicates that Siska is still alive.

"Honey, how long are you going to be like this? Wake up, open your eyes to see us the way we used to."

Sofyan's life is no longer meaningful when Siska can no longer feel what life is like. All this is not without cause. Starting from the disappointment of his only son, until Siska punishes himself until finally slumped like this.

Now the son he loved has returned, but his wife still every sleep in his coma. Until the inner middle-aged man grimaced, not knowing what else to be able to change the condition of his wife for the better.

"You don't worry, honey. I'm going to meet our son and convey a wish you haven't had time to fulfill." Sofyan kissed the top of his head before getting back up and leaving the room.

This time, he stepped into the son's room. He seemed to doubt that he was knocking on the door. However, the desire of the wife must be expressed to her son, and hope to be quickly fulfilled.

"Rangga," pangil sofyan from outside the door. "Can you come in?" continue the middle-aged man again.

There was a step closer, and the door opened.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"There's something important I want to tell you. May I come in" Sofyan asked the son.

Rangga also nodded and then invited his father to enter. Walking towards the sofa, Sofyan whose body now looks thinner chose to sit and lean back. The middle-aged man's face looked tired, as his age continued to grow.

The son sat down, but on a different sofa.

"What's important, what do you want to say?" Rangga looked at his father's dusk face. The fierce man who used to be respected by many people, is now slowly starting to lose authority. Replacing with dull face and sickly body condition.

Sofyan breathed deeply.

"It's your mother's problem, and mine."

Rangga narrowed the netra, finding out the direction of the purpose of his father's speech.

"I mean dad?"

"Son, forgive our treatment a few years ago. We realized, before your mother was in a coma like this, she wanted to meet Anastasya, only to never be realized. Therefore, I ask you, take him to this house and meet your father and mother." Sofyan humbled himself as lowly as he could to the son. Carried his mother until his son could grant his wish.

Rangga took a deep breath and threw it away violently.

Sofyan was stunned, how could his son say such a thing.

"What do you mean, son?"

"What I thought brought Anastasya back was still easy after what my father and mother had done to her. I think you can still remember clearly, like the insults that father and mother threw at Anastasya, when you clearly know that the girl is innocent. I'm the guilty one for having impregnated her, but you can easily bless her and say that Anastasya is unfit to be a part of this family," angrily Rangga tried to open the veil a few years ago that made him always remember the vile behavior and will not be easy to forget it.

The middle-aged man's body instantly trembled, a cold sweat started to drip at the temples and palms. It all happened because of his rejection of a girl named Anastasya who was already impregnated by their only son. He along with his wife who was a successful businessman at that time, rejected the girls who came with their future grandchildren who had developed in the stomach. Under the pretext, if the girl of the choice of the son, not according to their wishes.

"Son, that's a past problem. Now, I'm asking you to forgive our mistake at the time." Sofyan moved to sit down to his son. He gripped his hand with pity.

A little careless, Rangga threw out the hand of the Father who was holding his hand.

"Maybe Dad thought that the past was no longer on my mind. But you need to know, if the past wounds are like a pile of pent-up wounds that I can still feel to this day."

Rangga got up from his sitting position. This is the right time for him to open up the pain that he used to have and feel alone.

"When Anastasya was carrying my flesh and blood, his father and mother cruelly sent me to XX state to take care of the company that was near bankruptcy there without wanting to hear a word of rejection from me. Anastasya had to live alone with the shame and humiliation of those who knew she was pregnant without a husband. He also nearly committed suicide, otherwise Arka saved his life. Do you know about that?"

The father stuttered. his tongue felt faint to be able to answer. However, the pair of twilight netra began to glaze over.

"Dad can't answer that, can he?" The man chuckled with irony. How a father who was once fierce and full of authority, now does not have the power just to talk.

"Mother always sends beautiful girls to tease me, and wishes I could marry one of them. But understand, Father. My love for Anastasya has never changed, not for anything and to any extent that we parted ways. Until I begged my own best friend to marry the girl I love." Rangga sobbed bitterly, clear circles began to fall on his face.

"That's because I don't have a choice. I still love Anastasya, and I don't want another man to take her away from me."

"Son, I'm really sorry" Sofyan said.

"After everything became like this, did you just start to wake up? After Anastasya leaves, the comatose mother and the aging father begin. After all that process did you start to realize that you've made a big mistake?"

"Son," whined Sofyan. "At least think about your mother's condition."

Rangga rubbed his moist face violently.

"But did you think about how I felt then? I ruined dad, just like mom today." Rangga's breathing began to be irregular, forcing himself to momentarily dampen the anger that had exploded.

Sofyan's face was pale. He seemed unable to ask for mercy on his son anymore. All is his fault, then no matter how heavy the impact he will bear, then with airy chest the man will accept.

"I don't dare to promise, I don't even know where he lives right now. If indeed we meet and Anastasya is still willing to set foot in this house again, then I will also bring him in front of mom and dad."

The son's words spontaneously made the pursed lips begin to smile faintly. He really hoped that his son's words would come true. Until he and his wife can say an apology to Anastasya.