Indissolubility
Conveying Desire

"Can't Dad hug you?" ask Reyhan confidently.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to forbid, it's just that I'm not ready for it all" Ali told Reyhan. If honestly Ali was also willing to hug the man but, his body seemed to refuse to be embraced by the man who is his father.

"Jude it's okay, I understand how you feel now. I hope that one day you will grant my father's wish," Reyhan was disappointed by the answer given by the son. It was just that he could not impose his will on his son. She was afraid to force her child away from her.

After a brief encounter between himself and the son, Reyhan immediately runs his bike to the house without stopping first around Yumna's house. Reyhna sighed quite harshly. What he had imagined this afternoon was much better. Wanting to see the son at a distance as usual, but God's destiny is indeed beautiful than imagined.

There was a sense of happiness in the chest of the man. A sense of happiness that nothing can describe. A sweet smile carves a firm face of a man who can be said to be no longer young. With a hum he stepped into the living room to just enjoy the afternoon by drinking sweet coffee made by his wife.

When the pleasure of coffee the man's mind was still at the meeting between himself and the son. It would have been inconceivable to Reyhan if his meeting with the son had been so good. Even he who was originally about to return to accept rejection or even more, was not in fact as he had imagined. Though previously Reyhan also had thought if the son would give him a spicy speech. But that is not the case, because the teachings of the ex-wife are very good.

If only he could survive a little more, surely his son would feel the affection of a complete family. Had Reyhan not been rash to divorce Yumna, they would have had more than one child. Suppose that at that time he did not think only about children, children and children who were in his mind, surely his household would be fine until now. But now he can only say if that will never happen again.

Everything is finished without rest. He was living happily with his wife and daughter. Especially now that there is a son born from the womb of his ex-wife. Makes men very happy.

Reyhan is desperate to one day let his son stay with him even if only for a few days. No need with coercion, but only if the child is willing and does not mind.

"Have you been sitting here Rey?" The middle-aged woman came and sat beside the son who was sipping his sweet coffee.

"Not too long, ma'am, why?" reyhan asked his mother.

"No, I just asked. Oh yes I want your son to live in our house. I want to understand how it feels to have a grandson," The woman looked at the son with such deep hope. He really wanted his grandson to sleep in his house. Although there was still anger towards Yumna which she thought had incited her granddaughter to not want to stay in her house.

Waiting in the old woman's heart there was still anger and resentment towards the former daughter-in-law. For no apparent reason or reason, the woman hated her ex-daughter-in-law. Having no fault of Yumna towards him, but that hatred comes by itself. That's because of massalu or if only Rena knows.

"Yes ma'am, I hope so too. Mother do'ain hope one day she will sleep in our house. Even I also want him to stay with us Mom," Reyhan said grudgingly to his mother. "lately I just met my son, Mom." continued Reyhan to his mother.

"Then what did you say to your son, son?" Rena seemed enthusiastic to hear his son's words. Hopefully his son can bring his granddaughter to live with them. Though his son had just spoken if he asked for a do'a. But he seemed to mean something else.

"Thank God he did not reject me Ma'am like that time" he replied enthusiastically.

"Yes, I was just talking to her, Mom, and I asked her to hug just once. But my son has not been able to grant me that," Reyhan told me with a sad face. Though he was very missed by the son's embrace that he had never felt. Suppressing bitter pills for today. Hopefully there will be a day to offer that bitter remedy sometime.

"It's okay, son. Approach the mother's granddaughter, continue to invite her to live with us. Even though he doesn't want to every day. At least he wants to stay with us for a few days" said Rena enthusiastically.

"Yes ma'am, I'll try ma'am. Let's hope he wants to stay in our house" Reyhan replied no less happy, he said, by imagining if one day his son wants to be with him and they will enjoy dinner together with jokes and laughter. Ahhh just imagined Reyhan was already very happy. Moreover, it has come true.

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Ali came home from eating satay which ended up meeting his biological father. The man took a shower at home. Tiredness makes the man choose to wander his body to eliminate fatigue in him.

When stepping into the living room, the man did not see the existence of the mother. It was late in the afternoon, but there was no sign of the mother at home. And also the door of the house when he came home seemed locked. She thought her mother might lock the door from the inside, because when she sleeps, the door of the house will be in the key. Fear will happen. What else a few days ago their neighbor's house was entered by a thief who made a loss in the neighbor's house. If only taking money, but the thief also took a jewelry box. That's what Ali heard from her mother.

Sitting waiting for her mother in the living room while playing her dress. There were a few notifications coming in from the green app, making the man open it. Saw anyone who sent him a message, but after being seen only from a few groups he had. After looking for a while, Ali came back out of the green application, after feeling nothing too important.

"Assalamu'alaikum," When cool with his device, the sound of greetings from the mother made the man stop looking at the device and looked at the mother who was carrying a bag and a large crackle.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, where's Bun from?" Ali stepped closer to her mother. Helping bring a kettle that is in the hands of the mother.

"From the wedding venue of mothers who often spend time in our shop. Kemaren mother sent a message in the form of an invitation photo given through wassap. He said it was because there were too many invitations so it was a bit late to tell mother," Yumna replied to the son.

"Ooowh, which mothers are Bun? it's a lot of shopping in our store," asked Ali who does not know, because the article shopping in the store of the mother is not only one mother, but many.

"That's a loh whose house is near our shop, which is painted green," Yumna explained as they were already sitting on the sofa.

"Oo that, yes I remember Bun," replied Ali who did not know the house mentioned by the mother. Indeed, several times Ali had met the mother when she was in the shop of the mother.

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