Without Looking

Without Looking
Episode 27: DNA Test



Jakarta City Street at eight p.m., still looks jammed. Maybe because of the weekend so many people go out of the house to just feel the weekly night in this famous crowded city.


Among the density of vehicles neatly lined up waiting for the red light to change color. One of the men in the black sedan bit one of his fingers. Feeling anxious about the person, considering he will meet someone who has been around for a few days he did not meet. Next to that person was a middle-aged woman busy with her cell phone. The woman was glimpsed by Zian. The fingers that he had initially bitten spontaneously it came off.


"How's the address?" Asked Zian worriedly.


Bu Yuni himself has said that his son Akira has moved. It was still in Jakarta, but he was not with his aunt but contracted in one of the settlements.


Yuni who was busy typing took the time to answer.


"Look off. We just wait for the road, then turn left. It's the path." Yuni replied while giving her a cell phone.


Zian took the phone. Pay attention to the directions of the maps application there. Zian who understood immediately gave back the phone to Yuni.


"I understand Mom." Zian said, then refocused. Waiting for the car in front of him immediately drove.


About a few minutes later. The red light seems to have changed to green. Seen from the long queue of cars and motorcycles that began to drive one by one, Zian cars were no exception.


After successfully passing the traffic jam that occurred less than half an hour. Eventually, Zian's car returned to the streets of the capital. As he saw on the map Zian deflected the car after it was quite far away from Stopan.


The car continued to drive past a complex and passed through a fairly densely populated settlement. Near a deserted camping post Yuni asks Zian to stop.


Zian glanced at Yuni. Stop the car later.


"So that house is ma'am?" Tanya Zian pointed at the brown house behind the camling post.


Bu Yuni nodded.


"Yes son, let's go down! I told Akira we wanted to come." Yuni exclaimed then got down first.


Zian pulled the car keys and then came down as well. When he got out of the car, Zian's feelings were erratic. The truth will soon be revealed and inexplicably Zian feels worried about facing this reality. Yuni's voice awakened Zian from the tension of heart and mind.


"Yeah!" Take Yuni who walks first.


Without a word Zian tailed the middle-aged mother.


"By the way Zian knows where Akira is? How did I get rich seeing you, son, just I forgot where I was?" Yuni asked on their steps towards Akira's contract.


"Em," Zian thought a little. "At work, ma'am." Next later.


"Oh that's it."


Yuni did not ask again, because they had arrived at the door. The door was slapped by Yuni while saying hello. Zian increasingly guessed the truth of his son. Zian's hope is only a mistake and Chandra is not his son. A few knocks made the owner open the door. Slowly open the door.


The door was wide open. Zian's eyes seemed hard to blink looking at the figure of the woman before him. Beautiful woman with beautiful eyes. Not only that attracted Zian's attention, but the woman's clothes were very minimal able to show the chest also smooth calves that contained. The woman's smile was so sweet, it made Zian flutter to swallow the saliva at a glance.


"Vaalaikumsalam. Mommy!!" The woman's screams immediately hugged the mother.


Yuni returned a fleeting hug instantly pushing back slowly Akira's body. Zian introduced to Akira. When the mother told her friend Zian, Akira slightly frowned.


"Friends?" Akira asked in astonishment. "What do you mean, sir?" He asked looking at Zian.


Zian looks wrong with Akira's eyes. Beautiful eyes with brownish corneas so that it makes him fascinated. Pounding for a moment to neutralize the nervousness, Zian then spoke as decently and as formally as possible.


"I met you intentionally. There's something I want to talk about."


Zian's face was serious and tried to eliminate the nervousness that might have been plastered on his face.


Now the nervousness turned to Akira's feelings. He looked away looking around. The eyeballs that seemed to avoid Zian's gaze, made Zian even more suspicious. Akira's tongue feels faint. His mouth was slightly gaping about to speak but was stuck in the throat.


"Can't you?" Asked Zian with a glance. "It's a very important thing and I want privacy for our conversation." Further.


Zian's eyes glanced at Bu Yuni. The direct gaze Bu Yuni understood.


"I'll leave you both." Said Bu Yuni.


As soon as possible Bu Yuni entered the house. After that silence, no one spoke. The two men seem to be staring at each other dissolved in each other's minds. Akira blinked his eyes and said.


In that simple chair they sat side by side. Repeatedly Akira swallowed his saliva. It feels like his throat is so dry. Nervous was also afraid of what Zian had said. Obviously, Zian must have received a letter from him. His mind drifted everywhere. Thinking of the arrival of Zian. Will it be as her mother said? Of course it's impossible, Zian is married. It would be impossible for the man to come just to propose.


"Just right away, is Chandra really my flesh-blood?" Ask Zian.


Zian's gaze focused on looking ahead. He did not want to look at Akira. Not hate, it's just that Akira is so charming he does not want to be a stupid man who sees what is not his right.


Akira who squeezed the fingers to get rid of nervousness, now the hand stopped squeezing. His eyes focused on Zian's face, looking straight ahead. Surprise was clearly visible in Akira's eyes. The question that Zian was sure to ask was finally heard by Akira.


There is a shame in acknowledging the truth. Akira drowned.


"Yes." Yeah." Lirih Akira but still heard Zian.


Zian took a long breath. Feeling so upset. Unable to believe Akira's answer the man then stood up. Proudly he put both hands in his pants pocket.


"How can you be sure he's my son? When do we meet? How was the child born? Everything's impossible! This doesn't make any sense at all!" Zian resolutely.


Akira was surprised to not accept Zian's answer either. Akira stood up because he did not accept it and certainly wanted to refute what Zian said.


"What father mean? My father was drunk at the time. Maybe you don't remember, but you tarnished my honour three years ago at that club. Just so you know! I originally wanted to kill the boy, but I thought again. How can a child who knows nothing be killed? As his mother I did not. I was willing to raise him for two years. And now I want to give the boy to you because I'm sure you can take care of him now. But, you really have the heart to ask the truth of your own flesh and blood! I understand that my father does not remember. But then again, can you accept his current existence? That's all I ask." Assert Akira loudly.


Akira's speech was able to make Zian riveted. Regret culminated in Zian's inner self. Now there is no reason for Zian to reject Chandra. The man was clashing with his own emotions. I feel stuck with his thinking. Unable to think anymore to dismiss the reality of Zian quickly pulled Akira's hand.


"Then let's get married!" Zian's firmness managed to make Akira round the eyeball perfectly. Heard of Zian's request.


"That's what you want. Ruining my home is also my life. You think with you taking the child to my house, you can marry me under the pretext of Chandra as an intermediary, right? Unfortunately I am not stupid! How do I know the boy is really my son while your job is at the club, it's not impossible that the boy is the result of your play with other men?"


Plakkk, plat,


One slap successfully touched Zian's smooth cheek. Akira swiftly pulled the hand from the man's grip and of course because he did not accept it, he slapped Zian's cheek. With a breath of breath Akira said full of anger.


"Sorry Mr. Zian Alansyah! I assure you, I am not a cheap woman! Chandra is your flesh and blood. If you need proof, please do a DNA test!" Challenge Akira then turned around, but he turned back to point at Zian's face. "And one more watch your words!" Akira's word is full of emphasis.


Akira's emotional outburst made Zian stunned again. His eyes looked at Akira who entered the house. Closing the door so hard. The woman did not seem to care about Zian. A proud man like Zian deserves a lesson, if that's what Akira thinks.


Zian snorted in annoyance. There's nothing he can do now, other than do what Akira Pinta did - a DNA test. It might take time, but Zian still doesn't accept it and wants to prove that his thinking is right. Chandra is not his son.


With above average speed. Zian overtakes every car that blocks his sight, not wanting anyone to hold him back. He feels so upset right now. Akira is very insolent, besides the woman dared to put Chandra in his house the woman was also so presumptuous to slap him.


Because of his annoyance, Zian accelerated the speed of his car. Not minding some horn sounds that did not receive when overtaken by Zian, the man continued to drive the car with above average speed. Zian arrived at a fairly quiet intersection. Without a second thought Zian turned the car around without reducing the speed.


NODID ...


The sound of the horn made Zian brake the car suddenly. His head slightly slammed forward almost hitting the steering wheel of the car.


°°°


"Bag.." Rista murmured in between sleep.


Rista heard her husband's voice shouting loudly in the dream. Rista woke up from sleep. The body that feels uncomfortable. Tears he did not expect had broken. What dream was Rista? His feelings are getting worse. His hand felt next to where he had slept just now. However, he did not find the figure of Zian there.His hands turned to grip his chest that felt tight. There's a sense of worry. As of this moment, Zian had not yet returned home. Where did her husband go? Rista was afraid of something bad happening to Zian. Without being able to hold Rista again now tears fall down creaking wet the cheeks. His lips spoke so softly.


"Mas.. Hix.. Hix.. Where are you going mas? I'm worried, you're taking home!!"


The pain is so intense all over the body. It hurts from the feeling of worry considering that Zian has not returned. So keep the trip away? Until there was a bad feeling in Rista's heart. A feeling that Zian isn't okay.


Not wanting to dissolve in the turmoil, Rista chose to get out of bed. The presence of a stick beside the bed. After getting the wand, Rista walked towards the bathroom. His feet are about to step in. He thought to cool his face that must be swollen due to the crying he did. However, just as Rista was about to palpate the door handle, the sound of the door opening stopped his intention. With the face of sumringah Rista turned her body towards the open door. His steps were so excitedly approaching the owner of the hand that had managed to open the door.


"Mas! Have you come home? Thank God, are you okay? You're well-advanced? How was your trip? I'm worried mas! Why did you just come home?" Rista with various questions.


Anxiety mixed with gratitude emanated clearly on the girl's face. The person in front of Rista who was indeed Zian felt his ears as if he heard a useless sniffle that disturbed his hearing. He was already so annoyed with Akira's clash and now when Rista returned home he strafed her with various questions. Makes Zian sigh.


"Can you not diem? It's noisy!!" Zian's thrust breezed past Rista.


Zian's jolt agitated Rista, making her relax the body grimacing in fear. Back tears washed his cheeks. His anxiety turned into great sadness. It hurt his heart. Once again Rista asked, where is the fault? He was worried, was that a mistake? Rista was just worried. The question from his mouth was purely spontaneous as he was happy to hear Zian had come home. However, always so every single thing that Rista felt and Rista did was always wrong in Zian's eyes. Can't that guy see? But can't he see the tears every time Rista gets hurt? Injured by Zian's words and actions that could never receive the sincere love that Rista gave. If you can't retaliate, at least appreciate the feeling of being hurt if you continue to be treated in vain. This love is not Rista asking. No compulsion, this is pure sincerity.