When That Sense Is Present

19.Ibra and her family meeting

" Hurry to take a shower, it's late afternoon" Alif let go of his embrace, Though the rumbling of his desire was already boiling there. Not wanting to hurt the woman he loves. She could have forced Antyka, but she was her husband. But he chose to understand himself, again and again

Antyka breathed a sigh of relief, the sting of the shock like the flow of electricity in her body subsided. For the umpteenth time Alif managed to steal an opportunity, just fondle with passion. A foreign feeling that makes khilaf and afraid.

Half-run he entered the room. It can be made sure Antyka's face looks like a boiled crab. Antyka stared at the mirror observing herself who continued to misstep.

Antyka put a plate that already contains rice and also a side dish in front of Alif when going to dinner.

" Eat first Mr. Alif" call Antyka on Alif who is still cool with his laptop.

Stealing eyes, while Alif is working seriously. The fine thumping thump on his chest began to appear. Antyka admitted, her husband looks really cool at the moment. I only wear white shirts with shorts.

Alif closed his laptop glanced at the plate that was already in front of him. Brow shriveling.

"Soup from dad's restaurant?" alif asked while scooping the rice.

"Yes, Anty brought a lot"

"Boy, I like it too. Oh yeah, you're a Sunday permit, yes, for our wedding"

"Old sir, three days is enough. Anty's gonna miss dong's material, Mr. Alif"

"Can't Anty, I want a week. I had a lot of time off that I never took. It's time. I'm going on vacation. Quality time same wife, mumpung I have not started practice again. I know you are smart Anty, will not be left behind" said Alif did not want to be denied.

In the morning, as usual Alif was neat, wearing cloth pants and a long light brown shirt. Last night he prepared materials for teaching materials for the next week when he was not finished all.

"Anty, maybe I'll be home in the afternoon, don't you think?"alif said while putting a tie around his neck.

"Yes. Anty can really, go home alone" Antyka said as she approached Alif who was still not finished installing a tie.

" Anty help you?" Antyka took over the rudimentary tie knot with a slightly toe-toed leg to compensate for Alif's height.

"Do you want to be picked up by your driver?" reflex Alif while bowing his body. The scent of Antyka's delicate perfume began to tempt Alif.

"No need, Anty went home alone" Anty shook her head and patted the chest of Alif's field after finishing putting on the tie.

Antyka pulled her body back. But Alif's sturdy arm held her waist tightly. Their eyes clashed with each other, then silence.

"It's noon Mr. Alif, we will be late" Antyka reminded. Alif released Antyka. But ...cup, enough fleeting kiss made Antyka stiffen. Alif chuckled with Antyka's reaction.

"Darling, let's go" Alif's voice ripped Antyka off. They went down the elevator together to the parking lot.

"Who do you want to call?" alif asked as soon as he saw Antyka dialed one number, when he was in the car.

"sister Luthfi"

" O..., want to celebrate our wedding?"

"Yes"

"Don't take the phone, we'll be there tomorrow. Not polite Anty"

"Yes already, Anty Ngabarin just want to go there tomorrow, let the Luthfi mas ya don't go"

When it was in the parking lot of the economic faculty campus, Antyka went down. He put his hand on Alif.

"Salim mr. Alif"

"The call was changed by Anty! I've been your husband, not your father" while giving Antyka his hand.

"No way, it's a special call for Anty for the husband" Anty said as she waved after saying goodbye to her husband.

Alif re-applied his car to the medical school, where he taught.

Twelve o'clock in the afternoon Antyka's phone rang. He had just finished cleaning up his book that was scattered on the table.

"Yes, Mr. Alif" Antyka said as soon as he opened the phone

"I'm waiting in the parking lot"

"She can't pick it up?"

"Snap, don't ask too many questions"

" Yes ..yes.."nor Antyka

Antyka's steps rush towards the parking lot. Finding Alif who was still in the car, then Antyka entered the car.

" We want to go home ? Anty still has one more course at one o'clock, Mr. Alif "

"Lunch, not long anyway" Alif said casually

"Owh ..."

"Later to go home with Zeindra. I told you to get him to pick you up. Just go to Zeind's house. I'll pick you up there, and ask your blessing for our reception"

"Yes"

***

Ibra was picked up by two emissaries from Mr. Hendro. Ibra initially refused. But after contacting prof Damar, Ibra finally agreed to follow them.

Not bad, two of Hendro's emissaries were very polite and treated him very well.

" This isn't the direction to prof Damar's house. Who are you guys, actually?" Ibra remains alert and on guard.

" Be calm, sir, we don't mean anything bad. This is the road to Mr. Hendro's house"

" I'm just here to see my father, Prof Damar. I don't care who Mr. Hendro is" Ibra snorted in annoyance. It looks like he's trapped.

The suspicion in his heart remained as a signal to build vigilance.

When the car entered the courtyard of a house that was so magnificent. Ibra is getting more alert.

"Please ...young lord Ibra, welcome back home" opened the door and nodded respectfully "follow me, sir''

Ibra followed in the footsteps of a man who led her to a private room owned by Mr. Hendro.

The waiter knocked on the door several times, then the door opened. The man with the minus glasses that Ibra had met in the hospital.

"Dad" cried Ibra, the two men immediately turned to Ibra.

Ibra headed to prof Damar and clasped his hand tightly. His face was filled with many questions. About prof Damar's whereabouts in this house and what it has to do with him

"Sit Ibra, don't be afraid. Dad is fine" said prof Damar when he saw the panic on his face

" Why is Dad here?" Ibra is confused

"Do you know Mr Hendro?"Prof Damar asked Ibra

"We met once in the hospital, yeah "

" Listen to Ibra's good father, actually Mr. Hendro is your real father" Prof Damar noticed Ibra's confused reaction. "Ibra, dozens of years ago the car that took you on the way home had an accident. And lucky you got thrown and survived. Until I found you by the side of the road"

Ibra still silently looked at prof Damar and Mr. Hendro alternately, his breath felt hunting. He was very surprised by this story. Because all his life, he thought he was an orphan.

Then mister Hendro approached holding Ibra's shoulder gently. Let Ibra who still feels foreign to her.

Prof Damar gave a photo of Ibra as a child with Mr. Hendro and also a photo of Ibra while in the Orphanage with him.

Ibra's hand shook, her finger rubbing every photo on display. There's a picture of him with Mr and Mrs Hendro.

"This is my mother ....?" lirih Ibra when he appointed Miss Hendro .

"Yes Ibra, that's mommy. I'm sorry papi, can't find you quickly" Mr. Hendro's tears dripped. I was hugging the young man in front of her. But he held back. Ibra has not been able to accept that fact.

" Where ...ma.mi?" Ibra wanted to see the woman who had given birth to her.

Mr. Hendro nodded at Ardy to call his wife Hanna immediately.

"Ibra ..." call Mr. Hendro "Will you hold me ?" Ibra stared at the man in the wheelchair with her eyes dewy. Suddenly his heart ached and wanted to calm the man down. Ibra's gaze turned to prof Damar, then prof Damar nodded and smiled

" Papi.." Ibra said as she hugged Hendro.

A feeling of warmth and protection when their skin is touching and comfortable.

" Zigra, your name is Zigra nak. Papi is looking forward to a time like this. Papi is happy to see you again"

The middle-aged woman entered the room. Watching Mr. Hendro being hugged by a very handsome young man. Hanna was stunned staring fixedly and watching closely.

Ibra parsed her embrace and turned to look at the beautiful woman with shady eyes. "Is this the woman who gave birth to me?" murmured Ibra's heart.

"Hanna come here, see who comes" said Mr. Hendro to his wife.

Hana's shady and probing gaze continued to examine the young man in front of her. The man was very similar to the young Hendro only, his shaded eyes were very similar to his. Hanna's feelings were "Maybe?"

Madame Hanna's steps continued to approach even rubbing Ibra's face with her fingers. Examining and his eyes closed."Are you Zigra son, mother's son?" lirih Hanna without removing a swipe from Ibra's cheek.

" Mommy..." Ibra couldn't bear it, she hugged Madam Hana. Deep in his heart he was very familiar with that voice. A voice that always carries him while sleeping. He's very sure.

" Zigra...., mami's not a dream, is she? mom always dreamed of you. Mami misses, Zigra" Hanna's embrace gets tighter.

Prof Damar came to see the novelty in front of him.

"Mr Hendro, I'd better excuse me, you guys definitely need time to tell each other and get closer" said prof Damar while standing up.

Hanna and Ibra broke her arms. Ibra rubbed the clear hair that flowed on the cheek of the Mami.

"Ibra, Dad's happy. You can re-assemble with your family. Take good care of them"

"Dad, thank you" Ibra hugged prof Damar.

Mr. Hendro's assistant drove prof Damar home. They gave Ibra space and time and both her parents gave up longing that they had endured for decades

***

"Bak Karin, Anty is coming" Antyka shouted as she entered the house.

" Well, the adek mba Karin is getting more beautiful"

" Sugly that ma, said beautiful. Married again. rich mother" ledek Zeind when her mother came

"Have it, get in there! Mama wants to cook first, hunt your papa home" said Karin to her son

"Sir Luthfi's in his office?"

" Yes, Andre's in his office"

" Zeind, we're going to Luthfi brother yuk"

"Well, you want to be lazy papa the most"

"Sir Luthfi is dear to Anty, every Anty asked for something must be loved"

" Love to me, I'm his son" fierce Zeindra.

"It's my love" Antyka didn't want to lose

" Ahemmm ..., you can calm down no !" Luthfi was standing behind Zeind and Antyka.

" Lutfi's just coming home?" Antyka kissed the back of her brother's hand and then took a spoiled hand.

" Zein you are a man, do not have to make a fuss, '' Luthfi said to his son.

Zeindra immediately shut up and entered the room. The idea of working with Antyka will fail if there is papa Luthfi.

Luthfi went straight back to look for his wife after Antyka sat on the sofa in the living room. He understood that this afternoon his wife must be in the kitchen.

" Sina..." Luthfi hugged his wife from behind while peeping her cheeks.

"Mas Andre, ashamed that there are children" Karin turned off the stove.

"I miss" whispered Luthfi to his wife's karinina

"Ehemm, can not be romantic in the room" Antyka's voice made Andrean Luthfi Al Habsy release his embrace from his wife. His face was slightly red from being caught off guard by his little sister Antyka, who was the same age as his first son.