Dusk Substitute
Zain Al Ghiffari's

"Father!" greet Zain with his innocent face.

Radit turned his head, seeing Zain limping towards him. Radit twisted his body, waiting for his beloved son to arrive in front of him. Zain is a five-year-old boy with special needs. His weight is not like other children. He's thin, not because of insufficient nutrition. However, the absorption of nutrients in the body of Zain is slower. Even Zain can only walk at the age of 4 years. Physically, Zain was flawless. But born prematurely and weak, making Zain's growth slightly stunted.

"Sorry big master, young master is forcing wants to meet you!" said Ifa, Radit nodded while blinking his eyes.

Radit's omen don't mind Zain's arrival. For others, Zain may be retarded. But not Radit, Zain everything in his life. The reason Radit can smile on the sidelines of falsehood and loneliness around him. Zain was his first son, a son he loved very much. Radit is capable of everything, provided Zain is happy. Including getting married to Nissa, the warm twilight that Zain missed all along.

"What's up Zain? Why come to papa's room?" radit said, Zain turned to the right and to the left. His small body staggered following the weak footsteps.

Radit frowned, seeing the condition of his son. However, Radit is ashamed of Zain's condition. Even Radit never considered Zain's flaws. For Radit, his son is perfect and will always be perfect. Radit has always protected Zain from other people's insults. Zain everything in Radit's life. The fruit of his first love, though it runs aground when it blooms.

"Zayn!" radit said louder, Zain flinched. With his innocent face, Zain stared expectantly at Radit. A look easily guessed by Radit.

"Ifa, leave Zain here!"

"Okay sir!" sahut Ifa, then walked out of Radit's room.

"Zain, come!" said Radit, while carrying Zain.

Radit carried Zain's body with warmth. Personal zain that is not easy to guess. He always changed his desires. But he was determined by one wish. Only Radit can understand Zain's anger and desire. Radit continued walking while holding Zain. The main room that Radit used, was on the second floor. A large magnificent room. That's why Radit chose to carry Zain. So that his son does not feel tired.

"Zain, he's the one you're looking for!" whispered Radit to Zain, the five-year-old boy nodded. Even the rebellious Zain wanted to come down. Zain wanted to immediately meet the person he had been looking for since. But Zain's desire must be restrained. When Radit held Zain very tightly. Radit clearly forbade Zain from getting out of his trunk.

"Father!"

"Zain, he's praying. When you're done, you can meet him!" radit said softly, Zain shook his head. Zain just wanted to meet him.

"Father!"

"Zain, in a minute!" radit said, Zain was crying. Zain's screams disturbed Nissa's prayers.

"Why crying?" said Nissa, right behind Radit and Zain.

Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap

"Mama!" zain shouted loudly, then ran to hug Nissa. Instantly Nissa was fixated, as she warmly felt Zain's embrace. Nissa's legs were burning as Zain leaned against her small body.

"He's my son, Zain Al Ghiffari!" said Radit, Nissa looked down. He saw Zain tengH hugging his legs very tightly.

"Why crying? The hero cannot cry!" said Nissa, just after she sat crouching in front of Zain. Nissa wiped Zain's tears gently. Zain hugged Nissa so tightly. Zain held his hands around Nissa's neck. Spoiled on the surrogate mother in her life and Radit.

"Mama!"

"Dear, this is my mom!" nissa said, Radit pensively looked at Nissa. The first time Nissa and Zain met. As if, they had known each other for a long time.

Nissa clenched tightly onto Zain, holding him warm in her arms. Nissa was puffed up at Zain's warm demeanor. The first time they met, but Zain already loved him very much. Why did Nissa's natural instincts as a mother arise? Nissa felt a sense of calmness, as she hugged Zain's tiny body. Nissa realized Zain's flaws. But Nissa also knew how to handle it. Nissa understands very well, a child like Zain is very special.

"She knew me so well, when this was the first time we met!" nissa's mind was sad, not believing in the affection Zain showed her.

"Zain baby, have you eaten?" said Nissa, while holding Zain. The innocent boy shook his head. Nissa was surprised, it was already very late afternoon. But Zain had not had lunch yet, an impossible thing in Raditya's great master family.

"Now Zain comes down, have papa feed Zain!"

"He won't be ready!" sahut Radit, before Nissa finished saying it. Nissa looked towards Zain. Instantly Zain nodded, as if Radit's words were true.

"You see it!" radit said proudly, Nissa sat Zain on the sofa. While Nissa crouched right in front of Zain.

Nissa stared fixedly at the face of the plain boy Zain. Nissa gently rubbed her handsome face down from the father. Clear brown eyes, thick eyebrows in black. The perfect blend of two superior seeds. Although there are shortcomings that will be covered by the advantages of Zain. Nissa clasped Zain's hand tightly. Nissa put Zain's tiny hand on her cheek. It feels warm full of sincerity, selfless and pure love. Radit silently stared fixedly at Nissa and Zain. Unusual relationship, because there is only sincerity and affection.

"Now it's afternoon, Zain has to eat. Mama's the one who's feeding, can you?" said Nissa warmly, Zain was silent. Radit smiled, he already understood his son's answer.

Zain is a special needs child. Zain's comfort is only in one figure. Zain will not get used to new things. From childhood, Ifa fed Zain. Therefore, until now only Ifa can feed Zain. Even Radit wouldn't be able to feed Zain.

"Zain, the mother who feeds!" nissa said warmly, Zain remained silent. Nissa sighed, feeling her efforts were in vain. Nissa got up from her seat, but her steps came to a halt. When Zain pulled his hand, Nissa turned her head. With an eye gesture, Nissa asked Zain.

"Zain's hungry!"

"Then!" nissa said coldly, Zain whined when he realized Nissa was angry with him. Radit silently looked at Nissa's attitude. As if Radit believed, Nissa understood how to deal with Zain.

"Mama!" zain said in between his sobs.

"Why mama?" nissa said coldly and cynically, Zain whined. Radit was about to get to him, but Nissa stopped Radit. Nissa forbade Radit from approaching Zain.

"Mama, Zain eat!"

"Mama or mbak Ifa?"

"Mama!" said Zain innocently, Nissa pulled Zain's body in her arms.

"Now sit down, you'll get food!" nissa said, Zain nodded in his arms.

"There's no need for Nissa, Ifa's going to bring the food here!" said Radit, Nissa did not speak Radit.

"Zain not only needs luxury, but he needs real affection. He is perfect when we think he is perfect. He's smart, as we continue to teach him. Yet he will be foolish and spoiled, as we continue to let and not teach him to be independent. He is a special child, but not weak. Never let him learn on his own. He's your son, hold his hand and let him walk the world. Your fear of his weakness, will only make him weaker and more dependent!" nissa said firmly, right next to Radit.

"He understands my son!" batin Radit.