Indissolubility
Meet Reyhan

After being satisfied to hug the woman, Ali let go of her arms. He looked at his mother with an affectionate look.

"Mother can I have something?" ask Ali.

Yumna. "What do you want, son?" ask Yumna to her son.

"If one day Dad's not sure I make a nap in his house will Mommy get it?" ask Ali carefully.

Yumna was silent at the son's words. There was a sense of unwillingness in him if that day happened. But, there would be no way Yumna forbade the son to stay at his father's house. Yumna knew for sure the son wanted to understand how it felt to be embraced by a father. During his life never once Ali understand my love a father, but only the love of a mother who concurrently father.

"It may be dear, if you want it. Mother will not forbid you, dear." replied Yumna to the son who was now looking at him with a soft look.

"Thank you Mother" replied Ali with a sweet smile.

Although there is still pain incised from the father's family, it does not mean he will hate them. Because of his mother he could forgive them, for his mother taught him patience. Believe me he can say an apology, but it will never be lost from his memory what ever inscribed from a mouth full of can.

If he could obey his ego, Ali could hate them very deeply. He might not even want to show himself in this town again. He will certainly be easy to invite the mother to return to her hometown and will study at a campus that is no less famous in the hometown of the mother.

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Reyhan is teaching in his class. Teaching all her students as she always does. No matter what happens at home, never once did the man take her to school. Reyhan can be said to be a professional teacher in teaching.

"Till here our lesson today, see you next time," Reyhan ended the class he taught. The bell home was already heard in the senses of his listeners, not only him but the entire student as well.

Reyhan left the class after saying his parting words just now. Stepping into the teacher's room where there lies the bag he used to carry to teach. Do not forget the laptop that is in the bag of pride.

Arriving at the teacher's office, Reyhan headed straight for his desk. Keep the book he brought into the closet that is on the table. Next tidied up his desk to be seen but nothing was scattered. Feeling that there would be no announcement or anything like Reyhan carrying the backpack to his back.

Stepping out of the teacher's office towards his motorbike parked in the teacher's parking lot. Turning on his motorbike for him to ride and drive towards his home.

"Where are you going, ma'am?" reyhan asked kindly when he saw a teacher on the side of a highway near the school where he was teaching. A female teacher who teaches in the same place as herself. Reyhan stopped his motorbike beside the woman when he saw her looking at a motorcycle taxi or maybe an angkot. Reyhan obviously doesn't know that.

"Ehhh Mr. Rey, this is again waiting for the ojek, but it is not visible," he replied politely.

"Where are you going, ma'am?" reyhan asked kindly.

"You go to the market ahead sir" he replied.

"It's the same with me, and I went through there. If you wait here can be long, ma'am," bargained Reyhan who is not visible any ojek that passes there.

"Isn't it a hassle, sir?" The female teacher looked disinclined and disinclined to Reyhan.

"Ahhh no kok Bu, I went there anyway back home," Reyhan replied to the female Teacher.

"Yaudah sir," he replied. The woman was riding Reyhan's motorcycle.

After feeling the female teacher was sitting properly, Reyhan immediately launched his motorbike. Soon they finally arrived at a market not far from the school where he taught.

"Thank you sir" the teacher replied after getting off Reyhan's motorcycle.

"Sama-sama Bu, come," Java Reyhan.

Reyhan returned to the bike relaxed. Today Reyhan wants to pass by Yumna's house before returning home. He wants to see his son. The longing made the middle-aged man run his bike where he wanted to go.

Those stern eyes saw a young man sitting eating satay by the roadside. Reyhan's eyes narrowed to see who the young man was. When it was felt that it was his son, Reyhan stopped his motorbike near the satay cart. Parked his bike right next to the young man's bike.

Reyhan stepped towards his son who was eating satay. It seems like he just arrived here too.

"May I sit here, son?" reyhan asked which made the young man stare at the source of the voice.

Without answering Ali shifted his seat which alias men who are near can sit there.

Seeing what his son did, Reyhan sat his ass right next to Ali. Incidentally in this satay place is not a plastic chair that only fit one person. It was a long wooden chair that could fit four or five people.

It was not long before Reyhan's order finally came. Sate half plus three skewers of meat that looks like it's beef.

"Thank you," Reyhan said to the sword. Again the trader just nodded without saying a word. Maybe the seller is thrush, so it is difficult to talk.

Reyhan tried satay who had just arrived in front of him. Eat with a delicious satay that fits perfectly on his tongue. It even feels so good. The right seasoning without anything lacking. Tomorrow maybe he'll buy it for the princess if he wants satay.

"Can't you say something?" Reyhan looked at the young man who was still eating satay on the table in front of him.

Ali immediately chewed on the rhombus in his mouth, swallowing immediately before something came out of his mouth to answer the words of the middle-aged man beside him.

"Spend the satenya sir, after that just talk," replied Ali dibangguki Reyhan.

Drink two glasses of water to eliminate the spicy taste and thirst that attacks Reyhan. While the young man beside him had already spent his satellite.

"Can I talk to you for a minute, son?" ask Reyhan carefully. Deep in his heart he was afraid that the events of that time would happen again. The rejection still haunts Reyhan. But as much as possible Reyhan held back that fear. Imagine if this time his son wanted to hear what he wanted to talk about. That's Reyhan's hope for now. Just wanted to talk to herself Reyhan was already feeling very happy.

"Can you tell me what?" ask Ali casually. Actually he missed this figure beside him. I miss what this guy feels like. The point is to miss everything will be the figure of a father. But that's all Ali's hold. Convincing that the affection that the mother had poured out survived was more than enough. But, despite the fact that he still misses the affection of attacking father.

"I'm sorry if I didn't know where you were all this time. Maybe Dad's mistake has been very fatal to your mother, son. I'm sorry if I hurt your mother's heart and yours, son." Reyhan looked at his son with eyes filled with dew that had almost fallen. His chest again beats very fast, considering that now his son has grown up which he only knew two years ago.

Regretted? yes Reyhan regretted not knowing the whereabouts of his son for the past eighteen years. Only these two years could he see the son, and even then in a long-distance way.

"Even I don't know your name, son. How stupid you have been all this time. The name of the father's flesh and blood did not know it," Tears that Reyhan tried to hold back finally fell down also flooded his cheeks.

Reyhan did not feel ashamed if crying on the side of the road like this. They had no idea what Reyhan was facing. It was up to them to say what, which Reyhan obviously wanted his son to forgive him. Forgive the mistake he had.

"My name is Ali, sir," Ali said his name to the man who was shedding tears.

"Pardon my mistakes all this time, son. Sorry," Reyhan clenched his hands in front of Ali. Hoping for the son to give her an apology even though it was impossible for Reyhan.

Ali looked at his father with a haru look, sad, angry the point was all mixed into one. Back again excited in his mind the advice of the mother. Taking a deep breath, Ali neutralized his pumped heartbeat faster and faster.

"I've forgiven you before you apologized to me?" answer Ali. It feels heavy, but remind again the words of the mother who made Ali so easily forgive the man.

Reyhan straightened his head which was originally bowing. The taste of haru was increasingly seeping in the middle-aged man's chest. His son easily forgave himself. Really, this is not all a dream. Reyhan pinched his arm a little hard which made him in pain, meaning this was real not a dream. Reyhan immediately wiped his tears with both hands.

"Are you, son? have you really forgiven me?" tanah Ali enthusiastically.

I'm nodding. "Yes, this is all because of Mother. Mother who has taught me not to hate anyone even though they continue to give tests to us" Ali replied.

Reyhan was moved to hear his son's words. His ex-wife is a good woman, a woman of patience. Yeah, Reyhan didn't deny it all. That is actually his ex-wife.

TB