YOU ARE MY PRIEST

YOU ARE MY PRIEST 17

"Papa." A small voice sounded in their ears. Hanum was shocked, staring at the presence of his son on the doorstep. He was very lucky, his son came at the right time.

"Come, Son." Hanum spread out both his arms welcoming the body perhaps to embrace him as well.

His son ran small towards his mother, wanting to immediately return his mother's hand. "Mama, how about Iyan anyway?" ryan said, he pursed his lips which made the woman in front of him more anxious about his behavior.

"Okay, hon. Papa has not yet embraced mama," said the Word, his hands are also stretched out, welcoming his two favorite bodies to approach.

"You guys, Mama's darling." They hugged so tightly. Hanum hugged Ryan affectionately, and on top of that there was Word who embraced his wife and son with pride.

The warmth in the family, making the woman did not feel that she had walked for two years. The warm embrace that woman felt every day, she unceasingly loved them.

Their embrace was reduced, Hanum decided to invite his son to petrify his grandmother who was cooking.

"Eh, wait." Word reached into his pants pocket, as if looking for something that had been hidden since, "This is for you."

Hanum looked at the object, "Eh, how small is the gift?"

Ryan looked happy on his face, "This is what you told me yesterday?" Without a long wait, Hanum's question was instantly answered briefly by Ryan's nod.

"Thank you, Pa." Ryan's milk teeth are clearly visible, making Firman smile with pride over his treatment of his beloved son.

"But promise, don't touch Mom's or Papa's cell phone."

Ryan nodded quickly, then held up his little finger, "Promise, Pa." Directly getting a reply from the Word, he hooked the little finger to his son's finger.

"Come, we're going down." Word was on standby, he crouched down to wait for his son's arrival, "Hurry up, we'll be late."

Ryan who looked at his Papa with a smile immediately ran towards Firman's back, wrapping his hands around his neck.

"Would you like to come?"

"My superhero, go first. Mama will follow."

Already getting an answer from Hanum, this man was ready to carry his son. "Let's slide first, bye bye, moms."

"Dada, Ma," said Ryan. Her hands waved at Hanum, the woman also returned her son's wishes quietly.

Ryan is a good boy, like his parents. He turned two years old, his childhood was so attached to the family. Hanum is not responsible for providing warmth for his son, especially with his father, he also does not mind money if dealing with his son.

Hanum crawled every corner of his room, a room that to him was full of stories. He smiled grievously, as his eyes looked at his wedding invitation letter first, still neatly stored on his study table first.

His eyes found the writing printed in black, he again smiled bitterly. Whether he should be lamenting his fate, he really hard to describe how sick it is to love the person whose name is on the invitation.

"Good name," said Hanum, his hand opening the invitation slowly.

"I used to be waiting for you here." His tears just fell, his memory repeating the events of three years ago, "Waiting for your news that never came back, Gas."

Hanuman.

Ilove you.

Hanum brushed off his tears, he heard the person who was exactly with the man. His eyes were wide open staring at the whole room no one, his heart was sliced back, he felt anxious, worried, even missed the man.

"Bagcases. I miss you," said Hanum, now back his tears fell without permission.

Brakes.

Hanum's feet stepped quickly out the window, he looked at the man he missed. The sweet smile that Hanum had longed for all this time, his hand waving made the woman's heart yearn even more.

The man carried a loaf of Hanum's favorite flower in his youth, bent down to put it down. A bunch of flowers on the deck in the courtyard of the house, Hanum ran out wanting to pick up a flower for the man she missed. He hoped to meet the man, but nothing. After coming out, Hanum did not find anyone outside.

Hanum picked it up, staring at the small piece of paper there. Black ink filled the blank space of the paper, the woman smilingly looked at the small paper that was so meaningful to her.

You're mine he doesn't deserve it

"Darling?" Firman's distinctive voice breaks Hanum's daydream. His hand still touched the paper of his wedding invitation then.

Stiff face, as well as gripped lips. She realized that her meeting with her ex-husband was not real.

"What are you daydreaming about?" word asked, making Hanum even more nervous to answer that question.

Both of Firman's hands touched Hanum's shoulders, leading her to make-up. Their reflection was obvious, Hanum was still with her central face, she was so nervous looking at her husband's eyes in the mirror.

"You missed, Bagas?" The question from the lips of Word made Hanum even more nervous, "I know, I've taken you away from him. If you still remember, I don't care, because of your expectations, he. Not me."

Firman smiled wryly, although he did not sincerely speak that, but he realized that he was not the hope of his wife. Hanum who witnessed the gaze of the Word made his heart even more sick, plus his words that made him feel even more guilty.

Firman stared at the reflection of his wife's shadow, Hanum's eyeballs let out tears, "Why are you crying?"

Instantly Hanum turned around, hugging the man who had accompanied her for two years. His sense of loss is the same as where he felt the fear of losing someone in the past.

"I don't want to lose you, I don't want to repeat myself" Hanum said, shaking her head behind her husband's body.

Really, both of them felt a deep pain. They both cried, Word stroked his wife's long hair. He kissed Hanum's head gently many times, his tears still flowing. The memories they will not forget, even though the story is different.

"I won't let go of you, I love you so much." Word's hand was anchored on Hanum's cheek, gently wiping every tear out.

In a very short time, the middle-aged woman looked at the future she wanted to achieve was very difficult. She could not re-imagine, how later, she could not live without them, her husband and her only child.

The light of the rays entered on the sidelines of the glass, piercing the skin of a mother. Still asleep with her son, she did not find her husband in bed with her.

He woke himself up, his feet rising from his bed. His body was so sweaty, his hair was a mess. He stared at the reflection of the shadow behind the glass, the woman smiled and then stroked her stomach which was now still flat.

I want His Grace again. Inner Hanum, he was very much expecting another baby.

"Hanum, dear," cried someone from the outside, he looked at his lips about to answer but in vain. The bathroom is soundproof, yelling was free will not be heard from outside.

The sound of footsteps rang out clearly, the bathroom door he owned began to be pounded. Hanum stared at the door that was still moving due to getting a punch from outside, the woman sighed. Smiling at her husband's strange behavior, she stepped towards the door to open it.

His hand grabbed the doorknob pressing him down, his eyes surrounded the entire corner of his room but there was no one in it. Back he looked at the bed, he did not meet the figure of his son. Hanum came out of his bathroom, surrounding his entire room.

"Ryan," cried Hanum filled the silence of his room.

Seemed footsteps running towards his room, it turned out to be the Word. Hanum's furious face is now attached to look at the existence of the Word that is still boring.

"Your jokes are outrageous!"

"What's wrong? I don't understand what you mean," said Firman, he stared blankly at Hanum's eyes.

"I told you, don't take Ryan with you if you want to play with me." Hanum's tone rose, he did not care if the Word would turn mad at him.

Word was still blankly staring, "I've been with your mother since, Ryan slept with you."

"Ka–You, did not enter the room ... Since then?"

Word stared all over, "You're here, I'll find it myself."

"Tap—." He had not yet finished his speech, the Word immediately sauntered away just like that.

Hanum who was still silent stiff, his brain was now thinking so hard, his mind seemed to be directional unclear. His tears just soaked, he had just set foot in his birthplace, Hanum had already had a calamity of this magnitude.

Just now, he asked for His Grace. He hopes to be given the trust to take care of his people. But, what he experienced, he had neglected to take care of his son.

Two hours had passed, but she found no sign of her husband and son. He covered his face with both hands, the woman really did not know what to do.

A small step sounded in his ears, he shook his head, the woman was sure this was just his hallucination, just like what happened to him yesterday.

"Mama." A small voice rang out in Hanum's ear, he opened both of his hands. His eyes blinked to make sure the figure of the little boy who was in front of him, he once again looked back at the boy.

Ryan hugged his mother tightly, tears escaping from Hanum. His small hand carried a large black plastic bag. Hanum glanced at the slight presence of the plastic bag.

"Son, where are you from?" The question was thrown from Hanum's lips, he got the smile of his son's milk teeth.

Ryan held up the plastic bag he was carrying, "Iyan earlier, met with a kind-hearted om."

"Who, Son?" Hanum looked back at the clothes his son was wearing, recalling the clothes his son wore last night, "Who are these clothes from, son?"

Ryan smiled broadly, "From ... Om Bagas."

Hanum was wide-eyed, if he did not keep his consciousness he might have fainted hearing the name, "Son, later, if you meet an unknown person, don't go right along. Can't be naughty, yeah. So, Ryan has to be the same Mama, papa, oma continue, as long as here, yes, son."

Now the expression Hanum got was a fright, he grabbed Ryan's body gently, "Ryan, promise, won't repeat, Ma."

"Ryan promised the gabakal to repeat again ma," his gaze fearfully. My hands clenched her little body, and my tears escaped again.

"Son, don't talk to papa if the one who invites you is Om Bagas ya" I said slowly, and I felt Ryan's head agitate my request.

"Now we're going down to find your papa, son," I looked sincerely at Ryan, though my fear became so at this time.

my footsteps came down the stairs, my hands carrying Ryan. My mind does not know which way, this incident has been a small memory for me that I have difficulty forgetting.

"Oma, where's papa going ?" ask my little angel.

"Ryan, come here son," he looked at me, he must know who took Ryan this morning.

I let go of my sling slowly, Ryan quickly ran towards my mother. The tight hug I saw from them, my gaze shifted to the figure of the man who was standing in the doorway.

I smiled faintly, seeing Firman smiling happily looking at Ryan who was here.

"Dear papa, come here son," said the Word by opening and widening his hands to welcome the body of our little angel.

"Papa," sweet smile is clearly visible in the eyes of this child just my way.

"Where are you, baby?" ask my husband while stroking Ryan's cheek.

"So.." Ryan cut his words, looking at me with fear. I just smiled, hopefully he didn't say anything "Ryan was with the next neighbor"

"Speak honestly honey it's okay" he said, staring intently at me, I lowered my head.

"Pa, ice clim,"

"You want some ice cream, son? let's buy," The Word is so happy, but not with me he feels something.