Dad To My Son Is A Depressed Man
Weddings

"O-om." said Kayfa stammered, Kayfa was still very young ears were never troubled, he heard clearly the man called Mr. Brata with the name om.

Kayfa held the Angga she had been holding next to Gibran as she greeted Judis. He intended to escape from the place where he was cornered by shame because of his own stupidity.

"father.." Angga thrashed from the sling Kayfa but Kayfa did not release Angga because he thought Angga was just chattering.

"Wait" now Judis who spoke stopped the steps of Kayfa who was a little troubled because Angga rebelled in his arms.

Judis stepped closer to Kayfa who looked troubled justifying his sling so that Angga would not fall.

His position that turned back to Judis so that he did not see the outstretched hand of Judis who was about to hold Angga but when Judis was right next to him Kayfa turned Angga to the other side away from Angga from the reach of judis.

Angga is his son who was born with full of struggle, it was not willing that there was someone who managed to win his heart in just one meeting. His heart ached, he felt left out by a male figure whom he did not even know at all.

"Pope.." Angga again called out to Judis with a cry.

"Let me hold her" Yudis said as she patted Kayfa's shoulder slowly, the distance so close that her kiss caught the gushing fragrance of the man standing beside her pleading for mercy from Kayfa.

Kayfa closed her eyes, her sling loosened so that Judis could take Angga and carry the little man in her arms with a kiss on the top of her head.

"It's papa son, Angga don't cry yes, this is papa gendong" the cries of two different-aged men filled the living room of the house.

Judis who had lost her son was so touched and immediately loved Angga at their first meeting. Judis had thought Angga was his son Ghifa. An explanation from Mr. Brata had awakened him but he did not want to lose Angga like he lost ghifa.

That is why today's meeting was held, because if Judis wants to have Angga as his son, Judis must want to marry Kayfa the mother of Angga.

It is not a problem for Judis to marry Kayfa because he is not currently bound by marriage with anyone. He just wants to have Angga to pour out all the affection that should be for his son who is either still alive or has not known.

"Fa" Gibran touched Kayfa's trembling shoulder, he understood how Kayfa felt. During this time he took care of Angga alone even he had to sacrifice his youth for the sake of Angga, he forgot his pleasure, working day and night so that his son did not feel deprived.

Gibran carried the fragile body of Ifa in his arms, it felt like he had taken a wrong step but at this time he could not retreat again.

"Excuse Brother Fa, all this Brother did for the good of you and Angga. If you are married to Judis you do not need to work, you just need to take care of Angga at home, run the household according to the Shari'a, he said, I believe Judis can be a good father to Angga and a good husband and priest to you."

kayfa had no choice but to see clearly how Angga coveted Judis, how Angga was happy with Judis but Ifa was still confused as to how the household would be if the marriage actually took place.

Gibran accompanied Kayfa back to the chair he had originally occupied, his tears had not stopped flowing, his voice could not even come out stuck in the throat.

Already two people who explained that the person who will marry Kayfa is Judis is not the master of Brata, but Kayfa has not been able to digest anyone's words, his mind is deadlocked how a stranger managed to shift his position in the heart of Angga.

"Mama" Kayfa raised her face hearing the small voice calling out to her. Angga moved from the lap of Judis to the lap of Kayfa. His little hands rubbed his cheeks and tears Kayfa "Mama nanan nanis" Kayfa could no longer hold back the tightness in his chest, he held the son tightly even very tightly.

"Mama atit" complained Angga was in pain because his mother's embrace was too tight.

"Ifa loose, you make Angga in pain" the pat on Kayfa's shoulder resuscitated him, subconsciously clutching her child too strongly. The fear of loss made him do that.

"Don't take my son" his tears broke he could no longer hold him, Kayfa begged for mercy from the people before her.

"Nobody will take your son because I know what it's like to lose an Ifa child. Please give me a chance to love Angga as much as you love him. Marry me we take care of Angga together, we raise Angga together. Although there is currently no love between us, we can ask God to cultivate love between us for the sake of Angga"

Without blood ties Judis could love Angga, even loved him very much. But why that jerk who incidentally the real father of Angga actually hates his own flesh and blood, Ifa swelled.

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One week passed, the wedding will be in today's title simply. In the end Kayfa accepted Judis's proposal on condition that he did not want any marriage publication to be attended by family and close people only, no more than 20 people.

During this one week Kayfa lived her day in a giddy manner, she was worried about her decision to accept Judis' proposal. Kayfa did not know Judis, although some days are often found for marriage but there is no chatter that shows the closeness of the two, both Kayfa and Judis are equally fortified.

The marriage that they will live is not because of love but based on compromise and mutually beneficial relationship although here Kayfa himself will be at a disadvantage, only for the sake of Angga Kayfa will follow all these agreements.

Kayfa pegged herself in front of the mirror, the bridal makeup had been attached to her body, with a simple kebaya wrap made from brucat, in combination with batik cloth adding to her graceful elegance

At his residence, Judispun was preparing even though it was not the first thing but still felt his sacredness and of course with his tension.

"Canton manten why is his face haggard?" mr. Brata said to dilute the atmosphere.

Very clear if Judis was nervous, occasionally he wiped the sweat that always came out on the area of his face.

"Udah do not be rubbed and later her makeup faded" ledek pa Brata, Yudis just mendelik hear the words of the uncle.

"Funny you, this is not the first time Ijab Qabul, Dis. Still nervous, if the dry continues even later his face greasy" again Mr. Brata issued his chatter making Judis a little upset with the uncle. But he was very grateful to the uncle who had taken very good care of him, the only family left at this time.

"Thank you uncle, "Judis is powerless to continue his words, both uncles and nephews are now fused in a new embrace.