My Sunshine
FATHER AND SON TALK

"Is it okay if I come to Raka frankly that I am her father?" ask Zidan to Kartika.

Kartika glanced at Zidan at a glance, then exhaled deeply. Actually this is not the right for Kartika to make a decision. This is Nandita's right. But because Zidan asked him, Kartik had to answer him.

"If it were for me personally, I wouldn't forbid you to be frank about what really happened, but it would be nice if you talked about this first with Dita. He deserves more than me anyway. Because he was the full owner of the boy. Not you or me" replied Kartika. Straight to the point. Because he also refused to ramble on this sensitive issue.

"Once again thank you, Tan and forgive me for all this time without realizing it, I have been troublesome for you," said Zidan.

"No problem, you don't have to bother. I gave you a chance not because I forgave you completely, but this is for Raka's sake. I want the boy to have his right to get his father's love. If it's about Nandita herself, I can't forgive you! Prove first your seriousness to keep them, prove first your sincerity to improve, then I can decide, whether you deserve my forgiveness or not" said Kartika again.

This time Zidan could not answer. He just listened, put all the untains of the word in his brain. Then record it in memory. This is very important for his life ahead. Zidan only wants to improve himself and take full responsibility for his mistakes. They, Nandita, Kartika and Raka did not bring this matter to the legal path alone Zidan was grateful.

"I'll try to get close to Nandita, Tan. I'll try to get his forgiveness." Zidan looked into Kartika's eyes, hoping that Kartika would believe in her seriousness.

"I don't need your promise, but I need proof. Healing Nandita is not easy. Because when you did that to him, he was still very, very young. His mind was not ready to accept the onslaught. Suddenly, without any wind, without any rain, he was forced to accept something beyond his control. I wish you could give up more, don't use your ego to force it, you know Nandita's heart is fragile!" kartika is serious.

Zidan was still faithfully listening.

"May I know your identity?" ask Kartika. Maybe this is disrespectful, but Kartika should anticipate anything for Nandita. He does not want to be cheated as long as Nandita is still his responsibility.

"Of course you can, Tan. " Zidan took out his identity card and gave it to Kartika.

Read the card carefully. There's a little vigilance there. Because, Kartika knows that Zidan is not a random person. This man had above average power. Kartika returns the card and takes Zidan back to the room where Nandita is.

Inside the room, Raka is seen feeding her mother. Patiently and compassionately. Anyone who saw that rare sight would be delighted. Children of Raka's age are so affectionate and considerate of her mother. I don't want her mother to get sick. I don't want anything bad to happen to the woman who gave birth.

Of course this brings pride in Zidan's heart. The son has an incredible kindness. Not only intelligent in thinking but also responsive in problems.

"Already," said Nandita when he saw Zidan and Kartika enter the room where he was. Maybe Nandita is embarrassed to be fed by Raka or still afraid to see Zidan.

Raka did not insist, he put the mother's breakfast and closed it again. Not to forget, this handsome boy also brought drinking water for the mother.

"Thank you" said Nandita while smiling at Raka and the handsome boy returned the smile of his mother.

Zidan just sat and watched the scene. For some reason, Zidan felt Nandita and Raka were his now. If Nandita was not afraid of him, Zidan would have chosen to approach and joke with them.

***

The day passed so quickly. It didn't feel like the afternoon was coming. The golden light that was seen behind the window presented the atmosphere of shahdu in the room. Especially when Zidan did not try to catch a beautiful face that was sleeping sweetly in the patient's bed. I don't know, Zidan just likes to stare at the face.

Suddenly this sense of wanting to have a woman was present just like that. I don't know, suddenly Zidan wants Nandita.

"Jeez, what am I thinking" Zidan muttered as he slowly struck his head. Trying to forget his impossible desires. Zidan did not dare to hope, because he knew that Nandita was very afraid of him. Where could Nandita want to be with him.

Raka woke up from her sleep when she felt someone's hand stroke her forehead. Not only stroking, Zidan also gave an affectionate kiss on the forehead of this handsome boy. Raka was neither surprised nor refused. This handsome boy smiled.

"Sore, Om. Sorry Raka overslept," Raka said with a smile.

"It's okay. Om knows if Raka is tired," replied Zidan. Then Raka got up and tidied up her blanket.

"Mother isn't awake yet, is she? Uti where is Om? " ask Raka.

"Oh, someone must have died. Yes, Om is okay. Thank you for taking care of your mother and Raka," replied Raka with a sweet smile.

"Work call? People die? What connection?" ask Zidan in wonder. Raka laughs. For him to see Zidan's confused expression was something funny.

"So that uti's job is to decorate the body, Om. If you sell body equipment," replied Raka, this handsome boy again chuckled. Because Zidan's expression was very funny, like surprised, there must be a sense of horror in Zidan's heart even though he actually knew.

"Why Om? Horrified huh?" ledek Raka's.

"Slightly, they chose a strange job!" answer Zidan. Raka laughed again. While Zidan just smiled while glancing affectionately at the son.

Before long, the two of them were silent for a moment, but still threw a smile of friendship.

"May I ask you something?" said Zidan. Raka looked at this handsome man, then he replied. "Of course, Om. Just ask!"

"Did Raka know who Raka's father was?" tanya Zidan started to open the chat.

Raka shakes.

"Didn't Raka want to know who Raka's father was?" Zidan continued his question.

"Wind Om, but mother always said that, Raka's father is in Raka's heart. He's not going anywhere. So there is no need to look for it" answered Raka according to what Nandita said, if Raka started asking the father.

"really? did Raka's mother say that?" Zidan smiled. Because, he was happy that Nandita never mocked herself in front of Raka. Though if remembered, he was included in the ranks of depraved men who ever existed.

"Yes, Om. Mother always says so." Raka looked at the mother who still looked comfortable in the dreamland.

"Will Raka be angry if Om tells her the truth?" ask Zidan, slowly and carefully. Of course, he had to choose the right language. Time is the right time to tell the son who he really is. Zidan did not want to lose this rare moment.

"You know what, Om?" raka Balas.

"Om and his mother Raka, we have a past that turned out to have presented Raka." Zidan was silent for a moment. Staring at Raka and learning the expression of the child. While Raka also returned that gaze. This handsome boy was silent, waiting for the word that Zidan would say next.

"So?" asked Raka guessing in her heart.

"Yes, what Raka thought was true. Om is Raka's real father and Om apologizes for Om not knowing that Raka exists." Zidan was silent. Resetting his breath and reawakening his courage to face the wrath of this boy.

"Indeed, you didn't tell me that there was Raka?" ask Raka lugu.

Zidan judged it reasonable if Raka asked like that. But he still has to answer that question.

"Don't tell me, but you might not know where Om is. On the contrary, Om also does not know where the mother is. Same time you meet again on that day!" answer Zidan honestly. Raka just nodded her head. This handsome boy was not angry, because he did not understand the meaning of all this.

"Will Raka forgive, Om?" ask Zidan again.

"God willing, Om!" raka replied slowly, smiling slightly. It seemed, Raka had also not been able to accept this reality. This handsome boy chose to leave Zidan and approached the mother. Zidan did not forbid, because he understood that there was now a dilemma in the heart of the son.

Seriate...