New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
I am a stranger

After spilling coffee in front of the cafe onto a girl's shirt, nearly half an hour Faisal had just arrived at Abbas's residence, a man Faisal now knew as his father, the man who has taken his life forever.

“Hallo my son.” (Hallo my boy)

Abbas, who had been waiting for his son's presence, rushed towards Faisal when he found out his son had arrived.

“Healthy tube?”

“Well as you see, how are you? Everything smoothly?” abbas asked, stretching his arms.

“Alhamdulillah Ba smoothly. Oh yeah where's Mami?” asked Faisal who did not find the whereabouts of his adoptive mother there.

Although Abbas is a native Turk, he is already very fluent in Indonesian thanks to his marriage to his native Indonesian wife. In family custom they will always be fair and respectful to each other, like the call of the children who call Abbas Baba following his Turkish blood is also the call of Mami to Ajeng who follows his Indonesian blood.

“There is in the room, soon it will be down. He misses you so much.”

“Kak Isal!” the screams of a girl made Abbas and Faisal turn to the source of the voice.

A girl seemed to run hastily down the stairs one by one and just rushed towards Faisal when he was at the end of the stairs.

“Ayla how many times Baba said you guys are already big, already can not hug kayak so dong, dong,” attack Abbas who saw his biological daughter always could not bear to not dwell on the brother.

Ayla looked at Babanya with an unacceptable look without any intention of letting go of her embrace.

“Yes yes Baba, Ayla just want a cuddle doang. Ayla misses sister,” protest Ayla already pursed her lips.

“Yes but you are both adults should not just hug your sister like that. Except if Ayla wants Baba to marry Kak Isal, how?”

And it's true that it's powerful to make Ayla let go of her embrace.

“Ayla already has its own candidate Ba,” goda Faisal who immediately glared at the sister.

“Oh yes? How did you not get to know Baba? Are you still in touch with American Boule Brandon?” abbas asked with a probing gaze, because he did not agree with a man named Brandon whose article came from America.

“Ish is not Ba, Ayla is also fed up with him.”

“Good princess!” abbas rubbed the top of his daughter's head (good daughter)

“Now the level of Ayla is the same that is more solemn Ba, the son of the pesantren owner from Yogya,” said Faisal reported.

“Hah huh Hasan kyai boy who has pesantren? Who says sister?”

“What do you mean by Hasan? Cie tuh Ba already bucin him.”

“That's what, sister! Udah there brother back again aja,” said Ayla sulking while chasing the brother who likes to tease him.

“Who is from Yogya?” tanya Ajeng who just came out of his room when he heard the commotion.

Faisal immediately stopped his steps as soon as he saw the figure that his mother had made standing beside Babanya.

“How do you not know if you want to come here anyway Sal? Mami can masakin your favorite food if you know you go home,” said Ajeng embracing his son.

“Nnothing Mi, Isal had breakfast already in the apartment. How's Mami doing? Healthy?”

“Alhamdulillah as you see, Mami is healthy kok.”

“Alhamdulillah, Baba Sama Mami don't be too cape ya. Take care of your health always, you are not as strong as when you were young,” said Faisa reminded the two.

“Wah Baba feels like he's decrepit like Sal,” protests Abbas invites laughter all who are there.

“Why come back to this house? It's over the supply that my son always gives you?” the voice of a woman stopped all the laughter.

Slowly the elderly woman went down the stairs with always raising her head.

“Grandmother healthy?” asked Faisal who never took heart the words of his father's mother.

“No need to call me grandma. Abbas only gave me one granddaughter!”

“Grandpa! Stop to always consider Kak Faisal a stranger!” said Ayla who never liked the attitude of her grandmother.

“This is how you talk to older Ayla? What has your mother taught you?”

Ajeng who has been accustomed to the attitude of the mother-in-law who always underestimated her chose to be silent does not want to prolong the debate.

“Stop Anne! We are all family, Ayla Anne's granddaughter, Faisal Anne's granddaughter because she is also my son.” Abbas who was quite caught off guard with the attitude of his mother chose to go and drag Faisal who just pegged to see the debate that was always created because of his presence.

Ajeng also chose to move also by being followed by his daughter, leaving the grandmother who was increasingly angry because she felt ignored.

***

“Sorry grandma yes Sal, Baba sure one day grandma can definitely accept you,” comfort Abbas after their debate earlier. Now they are on the balcony of Abbas's workroom while enjoying the fresh air and coffee in their hands.

Faisal only smiled wryly as he sipped his coffee.

“It’s okay Ba, twenty years of living in this house is enough for Isal understand. Partly what grandma said is also not entirely wrong kok.”

“Stop make always insecure like gini Sal. Dengerin Baba!” Abbas turned Faisal's shoulder to face him, then continued his sentence.

“You are not the flesh of Baba, you were not born from Mami's womb, but Baba and Mami watched you grow. You must remember son, until whenever you are the son of Baba and Mami, no one can change it.”

When the feeling of haru thrust into Faisal's chest when he heard the words of his adoptive father, the father who had always accompanied him grew, the father who always defended him when there was someone who doubted his identity, even if the person is his mother.

“Thank you for growing up in a family that loved Isal so much. Thanks Baba and Mami have been caring for Isal all this time, sorry if Isal can not repay the kindness of all of you Ba.”

Abbas immediately grabbed his son, he knew as hard and as hard as his son must have a weak point where he felt he had to express it in a crying way, not least with Faisal, his son.

“What was the time when Baba found Isal Baba did not find any clues or what might be related about the Isal Ba family?” faisal asked stretching his embrace.

“Why did you suddenly ask about this? Have you often remembered them lately?”

“Entah Ba, lately Isal has been curious as to who Isal really is. Isal's real family is not there?”

“Sorry Baba yes, but Baba really doesn't know anything. Baba only found you unconscious on the edge of the bridge that time. When Baba traced it turns out you were the victim of a family accident from Indonesia, he said there were no survivors in the accident. Maybe they do not know if it turns out you survived and bounced far enough from the scene,” said Abbas trying to remember the incident decades ago.

“Is there perhaps no hope for Isal to know who Isal Ba's biological family is? If it is true they are dead, at least Isal wants to know where his grave is,” said Faisal nanar, it seems his hope to know who he really should be buried deeply.

“Do you want to try finding out to Indonesia? Let Baba's men take care of it,”

comfort Abbas when he sees the sorrow again radiating from the handsome face of his son.

“No need to Ba, Isal is afraid the results are not in line with expectations, Isal is afraid will be sicker and even can not accept the destiny that has been outlined by God,” reject Faisal imagining all possibilities that might be more painful if everything is revealed.

“Yes already if it's your decision, Baba will always support whatever it is. You never feel alone yes because we are here is your family.”

“Oh yes he said Baba there need help Isal about the company, is there any problem Ba?” faisal asked trying to shift the conversation so as not to constantly remember his background.

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Babang Isal who is patient, we love you 🥰

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