Most Beautiful Khilafat
The Most Beautiful Conversation Chapter 22.

"You again you again." Lina looked at Fikri with a lazy look, she was getting sick of seeing the man prolonged.

"What do you really want from that kid? I told you I didn't want to say anything, why don't you understand?" Lina raised her voice, her patience was really tested looking at the tenacity of Fikri who had not given up until this second.

"A thousand times you refuse to say the whereabouts of the child, two thousand times I will come here to get an answer." said Fikri. He would not give up until Lina spoke honestly.

"Maybe your intentions are good, but not necessarily good for the child either. He has a right to know who he is and he is also entitled to his father's legacy. Think again if you love that child. No one will hurt him, my life as his guarantee." Fikri added full of emphasis.

Lina was silent. Is it true that they won't hurt the child? But Lina was still not completely convinced, she had to make sure first.

Lina did not want the child she raised to deal with such a complicated matter. Why don't they just let the boy be happy with his life now? But Lina also wanted the boy to get his due.

"Then take me to meet the father of the child!" pinta Lina was full of confidence.

"No problem, come with me!" bring Fikri.

Fikri stepped out of the room, Lina quickly grabbed her bag and walked over to the man.

About half an hour passed, Fikri's car arrived in front of a mansion. Lina shook for a moment, her eyes rounded watching the scene plastered before her eyes.

Not unexpectedly that his foster children turned out to have the house of the watery, it is certain that the owner is not an arbitrary person.

"Let's get off!" fikri said after opening the door for Lina.

Lina blinked as she nodded slowly, then lowered her legs from the car. He followed Fikri into the mansion.

Arriving inside, Lina rolled her beads around the house. Not only luxurious but also spacious and has European style architecture, tools and trinkets that are there have a high selling value and unique, not cans.

"Come, please!" fikri said after opening a room door. Lina blinked and entered following the man's footsteps.

Just a few steps away, Lina's eyes instantly widened. A middle-aged man appeared to be lying weakly on the bed. His body looks thin with hair that is almost completely bleached. His skin was already wrinkled with blackened eye bags.

For a moment Lina returned to the past where the two of them had been close and had a special relationship, but the relationship ended because Suganda's parents did not approve of them.

Lina is just an ordinary girl graduating high school while Suganda is a young businessman on the rise. At that time he managed to pioneer his own business and raise the degrees of both parents. Unfortunately, the success of Suganda made his parents forget themselves and oppose their relationship.

"Ma-Mas Suganda?" lirih Lina with teary eyes.

Although it has not met for decades but Lina will never forget her first love. His heart was still pounding as he looked at her, nothing had changed.

"Li-Lina?" muttered Suganda with the same reaction. He also did not forget about Lina, the face was still as beautiful as before even though her skin had started to wrinkle.

I don't know what God is planning? Why did the two of them meet again after so long?

The two were silent for a moment with their eyes looking at each other. There was a deep feeling of longing in each other's hearts.

It was unexpected that the man Fikri was referring to was Suganda, the man who had once been the most important part of Lina's life.

Instantly the atmosphere turned awkward, Fikri who realized it immediately left the room. How nice he is to wait outside.

After Fikri disappeared and closed the door, Lina took a few steps forward and sat down at the side of the bed. A drop of clear liquid fell on the corner of his eye.

"Mas, why did you become like this? What did the man say was true?" lirih Lina's. He was not strong to see the state of Suganda, his tears were increasingly unstoppable.

"Hm... It's all true. I became a fool after that match and I don't accept being betrayed." Suganda tried to grab Lina's hand with his hand which was only a bone-clad skin. "So you're the caretaker of the parlour?" coined.

"Yes, I'm the caretaker of the parlor. It's been thirty years." nods Lina. He clasped Suganda's hand tightly, as he wanted to scream and roar.

Ever since Lina cut off their relationship, she had completely buried all the memories they had ever passed through. Even to this day Lina never married once.

He chose his own and dedicated his life as a foster parent of abandoned and underprivileged children. Luckily there was a helping hand from the philanthropists who helped the orphanage he managed.

After contentment, Suganda began to recount everything that had happened to him and his marriage. He also explained how the boy was banished from his family.

The eyes of Suganda's heart were completely shut because of the incitement and slander of the irresponsible. Moreover, the marriage he lived was not based on love but sheer compulsion.

"Whatever the reason, you're still wrong. The boy is innocent and you just abandoned him. He lost his identity and the affection of a father." said Lina.

"You're right, maybe that's why God punishes me like this. I lost everything at the same time, I'm sorry. Help me meet the boy just once, I want to apologize and make up for all the mistakes I've done." Suganda explained regretfully.

"What if the boy won't forgive you, Mom?" Lina rubbed the back of Suganda's hand gently.

"For twenty years he lived without knowing who he was and where he came from. He also fought on his own after the deaths of his two adoptive parents. Now that she has just found a new life, she is married and will soon have children. I don't think he needs a confession from Mas." added Lina.

"Married?" Suganda repeated the word with a frown.

"Yes, he's married. Now his wife is four months pregnant." Lina explained.

"Does that mean I'm going to be a grandfather?" Suganda's blood rippled, his heart racing hearing that. How stupid of him all this time, why not just from the first he was looking for the existence of the child? Why is his ego too big to miss a happy moment like this?

"Lina, I'm begging you this once. Please meet me with him, consider this my last request." asked Suganda expectantly. His gaze looked sad.

Lina paused for a moment while pecking at Suganda's sad face, "I'll try, but Mas promised not to give up. Fight for healing, don't meet him in this situation!"

Suganda nodded quickly, "Yes, I will fight to recover but you have to promise first."

"Yes, I promise." nods Lina.

Hearing that, Suganda's lip line suddenly shot up. After a long time finally the smile was re-engraved on his lips.

A little hope made Suganda eager to heal, he did not want to die now. He had to meet the son he had thrown away, he wanted to atone for his sins and meet the grandson his son-in-law was carrying.

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