Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 44
Jedarrr!!!
The doctor's explanation was like lightning striking, thundering in the ear. They were all surprised. Anjar is no exception, who is his real father. Not feeling his eyes reddened, his head lowered deeply.
"Do your best, Doc. Save Ayu," said Gandhi.
He immediately signed the consent file because at this time, his status was still the husband of the woman.
The doctor immediately handled it quickly. Gandhi pushed Anjar back a few steps.
"You killed your own son!" hiss Gandhi was slow but emphatic.
There's no answer what. Anjar looked down, while Chaca tried to calm Gandhi. He rubbed Gandhi's arm slowly.
"Om, be patient" whispered Chaca softly.
Gandhi took a long breath. He took Chaca to a waiting chair. Now, Chaca understands the point. Although not completely.
"Where's your ID!" gandhi showed his hand to Anjar.
"Make what? I'm not going to run away," he said.
"Nobody believes! Here's SIM, KTP!" gandhi again.
Anjar was upset. But he immediately issued his ID card and SIM and handed it to Gandhi.
"Goody! Come, Cha. Let's go to the canteen first. Watch out you don't run away!" gandhi glared at Anjar.
They then left Anjar alone waiting for Ayu. Their two hands were still tightly linked together. A faint smile rose on Chaca's lips. Although still guessing, but it seems he got a cool wind that swallowed his heart.
Without asking, Gandhi asked to sit at a meatball stand in the hospital canteen. Then order two servings of meatballs along with iced tea.
"Cha, I ...."
"I'm sorry" said Gandhi stroking the top of Chaca's head. "I'm sorry, Cha," he hugged.
There was no conversation for nearly 20 minutes, both still swept away the shackled longing.
"I have been trying all along to be a good priest, for accountability before God. Even though I have to suppress my feelings for you desperately. But I failed. I dropped a talaq on him. That man who used to impregnate Ayu. And...."
His throat choked, Gandhi swallowed his saliva. "They did it again, it was in my house" Gandhi continued, laying his head on Chaca's shoulder.
His heart was also sliced to hear him, the overwhelming burden that the man was bearing at this moment. His eyes began to blur with tears.
Chaca rubbed the man's back up and down, hoping to give him a bit of calm. But his mouth was silent, he did not know how to say.
"Cha, sorry. Sorry I hurt you, sorry to keep you waiting. But honestly, until now I still love you." After a while, Gandhi spoke again.
Chaca could hear Gandhi's powerful heartbeat. He feels the same. Various ways he had done, but for a second the man could not leave his heart and mind.
"I'm .. I still love you, too, Om." Chaca's voice was shaking. He did not expect Gandhi to return to his arms.
Gandhi took off his embrace, a smile expanding on his lips. He wiped the tears that wet his cheeks.
The meatballs they ordered had even begun to cool. Two glasses of iced tea were already filled with dew.
"You still want to wait for me?" gandhi tucked the long hair of Chaca behind his ear.
"Wait for what, Om?" Chaca scrunched her forehead.
"Wait for my two," he said squeezing Chaca's hands together.
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