You're Me She

09. Beautiful, yet beautiful

"She definitely won, I saw the way she dyed so well" said Putra as she sat next to Tasya waiting for Rafis to race.

Tasya looked at the smiling Son while looking at Rafis who was cool coloring. Then Tasya smiled and also looked at Rafis who was sitting among the children who participated in the race at the fast food restaurant.

"Thank you for the compliment to Rafis."

The son smiled and looked at Tasya's perfect face.

"Sorry, may I ask you a question?"

Tasya turned his head and returned the Son's gaze, then he nodded doubtfully.

"What is Mas?"

"But I apologize in advance, if you don't want to be answered, you better say it."

"Yes... What was the question?" Ask Tasya.

The son tried to measure the facial expression of Tasya who was also staring at him. After he felt his question would not make Tasya angry at him, he ventured to ask.

"Where's Rafis' father?"

Tasya averted her gaze as the question finally popped out of the lips of the man sitting beside her.

"Oh. We're divorced." Tasya answered briefly and concisely.

The son sighed and nodded in understanding.

"I'm sorry if I asked you that."

"It's okay, ma'am. You need to know, so there are no more questions." Tasya tried to smile and understand the question from the Son.

"Thank you for your understanding" said the son who was greeted with an awkward smile from Tasya.

"Where is he now?" Keep the Son again.

Tasya was silent for a while and lowered his face deeply.

"Ah, sorry.as I said before, it's okay if it doesn't need to be answered." Sergey Putra.

Tasya was still silent, a moment later his eyes again looked at Rafis who was about to finish the race.

"I'm asking...

" He's in a mas asylum" Tasya cut.

At that very moment the Son was surprised by the incredulous look.

"Sorry, didn't I hear wrong?"

"No." Tasya turned to the Son and smiled faintly.

"Ah. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Sahut Tasya's.

Then silence.

"Mama!" Rafis ran towards Tasya and hugged Tasya tightly.

"You're done?"

"Ma has.." Rafis looked so cheerful, he also gave his sweet smile to the Son who was also smiling to him.

"Mama, let's play.."

"Don't eat first?" Tasya asked attentively and motherly which impressed the Son. So far the Son has never walked with a woman who already has children, and he has never found a woman who is as gentle as Tasya. It made his heart start beating fast, and this he only felt twice throughout his life. That is, with Queen and now with Tasya. At that moment, my son began to feel different. He realized that Tasya was a different woman from the previous women. Somehow he had a sense of awe that he could not contain from his thoughts.

"Rafis is not hungry yet, will get a gift of food from here. Rafis wants to play first." Rafis seemed to plead with facial expressions that make anyone melt because of it.

"Well.want to play where are we? But the time is only one hour, baby, because there will be an announcement who the winner will be. So, after an hour, we have to get back here again, okay?"

"Ok ma'am..." Rafis jumps in excitement.

"Let's go to the game zone!" Seru Putra as he carried the tiny body of Rafis.

Putra's attitude makes Tasya fixated and at the same time not believing.

"Horree..!" Rafis looked so excited and comfortable with Putra.

"Rafis, come down ya. you're heavy, later om his tired." Tasya tries to find an excuse for Rafis to come down from Putra's sling.

"It's okay, I'm happy to do it," the son smiled widely. Then the man stepped out of the fast food restaurant, holding Rafis who looked so comfortable in the arms of Putra.

Tasya was silent, his eyes kept staring at Son and Rafis who had joked and laughed together.

"What should I do?" Tasya Mumbles. Then he followed Putra who walked to the children's play area in the Mall. Tasya continued to look at Putra and Rafis from behind. His feelings were mixed, until he did not know, which feelings he should express at this time.

"Well, we arrived. Rafis what are you going to play?" Ask Son.

"That's it, let's get a coupon. The coupon can be exchanged for a gift!" Said the boy excitedly.

"Ok alright. We haven't got the card yet yuk." The son who had just dropped Rafis from his sling also took the little boy's hand to the card seller to be able to play in the arena.

"Mas, let me buy it."

"Ssttt. No, let me buy it. You just wait there." The son pointed to the waiting chair that was inside the play area.

Tasya again surprised to see the attitude of the Son who behaved like the father of Rafis.

"But I..."

"You calm down, yeah..."

This time Tasya was speechless. He stepped towards the waiting chair and sat there. His knees were limp, his chest was pounding, his heart felt so worried. His mind looked chaotic because too many things had crossed there. His eyes continued to look at the Son and Rafis who looked increasingly familiar.

"Oh Allah, what if Rafish is comfortable with that man?" His inner.

The feeling grew uncontrollable when Tasya saw Putra and Rafis laughing together, as they were playing almost all the games in the arena. So out of control, Tasya's body looks trembling. It was eager for him to pull Rafis away from the Son. However, the happy smile of the child just his puppet makes himself powerless. Especially when he saw Rafis hugging and kissing the Son with a face so sincere.

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"Of,"

"Yes?" The son looked at Rafis who had just thrown the last ball of the ball throwing game they had just played together.

"Rafis can call you papa?"

Degggggg...!

Instantly the chest of the Son felt tight, his eyes began to look at Rafis with a haru look. The son crouched down in front of Rafis and looked at the two eyes that were still so innocent.

"You want to call me papa?" Ask the Son in disbelief.

"Yes, Rafis does not have papa like Rafis' friends at school. Rafis also does not know where papa rafis went. So, Rafis is very happy if there is a papa who can invite Rafis to play like this."

The son swallowed his Saliva, then he let out a long sigh and his forehead began to sweat when he heard the heartbreaking words from Rafis' tiny lips. He began to misbehave, and looked at Tasya who was also looking at himself and Rafis in the waiting chair not far from him.

The son once again took a deep breath and looked back at the two beads of eyes that belonged to Rafis.

"You want to be your papa?"

"You want om!" Rafis cried without any doubt.

The son smiled awkwardly, then he put both his hands on Rafis' tiny shoulder.

"Ok, you can call om by the name of papa. I don't mind, I'm so happy."

"Om really?" Rafis' face looked so happy when he heard the Son's words.

"Yes" the son nodded his head and smiled broadly at Rafis.

"Take it! Rafis has papa! Rafis has papa!" The boy cried out in excitement as he hugged the Son tightly. All eyes were staring at the boy with a confused look and also haru. Even with Tasya who began to look confused and also felt a little embarrassed, because his son invited the attention of many people, because his speech was so happy when he said he now had a father.

"Rafis, it's been an hour baby. We're going back there, yeah.." Quickly, Tasya approached Rafis and held her baby.

"Ma.. Rafis wants to be carried by papa." Rafis wriggles from Tasya's sling.

"Rafis.. but.."

"It's okay."

"Yes..."

"Let's talk." Sahut Putra grabbed the tiny body of Rafis and carried him back to the fast food restaurant, where the race that Rafis participated in was.

Again Tasya could only surrender, he could only look at the Son and Rafis who were walking in front of him with tears held in his eyes. What a beautiful sight as well as a heart-wrenching sight Tasya.