Sacred In Stain
Cocked

Chapters 87. Cocked

A glass of coffee latte concoction Khalisa puffed the hot steam. Smell filled the air. With a typical European design cup in hand, Khalisa knocked on the open door of Yudhis's study. Not only because of the advice of Bi Dijah Khalisa to deliver his own, but he also wants to thank you personally for the great attention of Yudhis for his son, even buying expensive toys and daily necessities for Afkar.

Tok to tok.

“Come in, Bi,” says the occupant of the room without looking at the door. Yudhis focused on a stack of documents as well on the screen of the macbook that was turned on.

Yudhis workspace was deliberately set dim by the owner. Turn off the main light and rely on the lighting of the spotlights on the table, focusing the light directly on the tightness of the important papers he is reading.

Khalisa put the coffee on the table without a sound, and Yudhis immediately grabbed the cup. Yudhis sipped the contents from the edge of the cup, and at once a pleasant sound of relief was thrown from his mouth, just after his tongue was flooded with a perfect blend of latte coffee in a very fitting concoction.

“Mmmhh, this is the second tereenak latte coffee I've ever had. Bibi's coffee this time is similar to Khalisa's, very delicious. I'd like to say once I'm addicted to latte coffee made by him, want to be made again, but it's a little condescending to say, worrying troublesome. Where did Bibi learn to make coffee that mixes similar to Khalisa's?” he said with a longing smile.

Yudhis put down the cup and raised his face which had been so engrossed in his head. For a while Yudhis blinked observing the figure standing near his desk, adjusting the working power of the eyes in his dimly lit room. A pair of netizens bought to find Khalisa who is now there, not Bi Colonized, making Yudhis shaken.

“K-Khal?” Yudhis stammered, trying to control the self that felt dyed in the middle of venting and unexpectedly even revealed it to the concerned. Fixing his suddenly messy sitting position due to aghast.

“So, do you like my coffee? Why don't you just tell me, Bang? I will make it with pleasure if you ask,” said Khalisa while glaring carvings on her beautiful face give off a different sensation under less illumination, increasingly captivating look.

“Same once no trouble, Bang. Like I said, I'm glad I have something I can do according to my ability after much trouble. Not at all comparable to the help of my brother for me also great attention Brother for Afkar. Thank you, Brother has been kind to my son, to the child who was scorned by people for being born from someone labeled as stained like me, who was not even loved properly by his own father,” he said hoarsely.

Khalisa was crumbling his fingers now, looking down and shrinking the watery corners of the eyes. Talking about the child who had to bear the scorn from him who was also stained not because of his fault, making Khalisa's heart could not avoid the pain in the heart, he said, feeling guilty for the baby.

Yudhis got up from his chair, picked up some tissue and shook it in Khalisa's hand. Patting gently on Khalisa's shoulder, comforting without a word because follow the piece on the chest. Also felt what Khalisa's heart felt, because Yudhis was also scorned by some of his adoptive parents' distant relatives when he was a teenager, it's just that he is luckier because he has parents who are always quick to defend and fortify him with love and affection.

“And when he was a baby we found him yes, Pi. Mommy will definitely adopt that poor kid into our daughter. At first glance Mami can judge that Khalisa is a good boy who is not neko-neko, but the journey of his life from what Yudhis told is really miris.” Maharani who indeed since Khalisa entered the room Yudhis could not bear to peek from near the door, muttered softly to Barata who also peeked docked behind his back like a lizard was mating.

As we get older, Maharani and Barata are increasingly empathetic towards disadvantaged children. For ten years Barata has set up a special orphanage for abandoned children in Bali supported by parents as well of course, whether it is orphans or red babies who are dumped by their parents.

“Actually now you can too, Mi. If Mami wants her to be our daughter,” whispered Barata no less slow.

“How to?”

“Yudhis is very keen to put his heart on this young widow, but Khalisa who may still be traumatized by a relationship will not read the gesture of our son who has a crush on her. What if we intervened so that Yudhis could marry Khalisa? That way we get two birds once throwing stones, even three. Can son-in-law for our weathered bachelor yes, can daughter yes, the bonus can be a funny grandson too yes. Papi's idea is brilliant, right?’

Seriate.