Sacred In Stain
Our Child

Chapters 118. Our Child

Khalisa was silent for a moment. Honestly, it felt heavy for too long from the child who had not been back in his arms for long. However, considering the situation is fairly precarious, for now Afkar is certainly safer in Bali with Maharani and Barata. Far from the reach of the Dion family. Surely Dion and his family would never have thought, that Afkar who was about to be made a pawn to blackmail and bully him was not in this city.

Khalisa sighed, seemingly thinking. His clear eyeballs were still glazed by the rest of the tears, staring back at Yudhis with a million questions.

"But I'm not forcing. It's just advice." Yudhis spoke again as he gently stroked Khalisa's head.

"No suggestion is also a better idea than you set and think. It is undeniable that I miss Afkar, knowing we just gathered again not long ago. But, it is definitely far from here Afkar is safer for now. Only, I am afraid to trouble Bu Rani and Pak Bara if my son is too long in Bali. Afkar's worry is fussy," said Khalisa frankly about the concerns that fuss later.

"Mommy and Papi would be happy. And Afkar every time we call is always cheerful, right?"

"Yes, Bang. My son is always cheerful now. Thank you, my family loves my son. I don't know in what way I should thank you" said Khalisa hoarse.

"It's not just your son, it's our son." Yudhis kissed the tip of Khalisa's nose at a glance, pulling Khalisa closer. "Also not Bu Rani and Pak Bara. But Papi and Mami. Get used to the day, we're all family now."

Khalisa again glazed. Unable to string words so against him. Still feeling like a dream, he and the baby are really considered family, not just title, also feel considered equal as humans.

"When I marry you and make you part of my life called family, it means including Afkar in it. What should I do to establish myself as his Papa even if only Papa is connected? I may not be the biological father, a person may be called a child not necessarily to come from the seed of our body, but sometimes to be born from our heart. So, please let me love Afkar as my son too."

Khalisa smiled gratefully in his talk. A great gift that was never expected now showered him incessantly. "Remember not only deserved, but the best. Thank you very much, you already want to love Afkar too."

"You want a video call before you go to bed with Afkar?" bargain Yudhis as he reached out to take his cell phone.

Khalisa nodded quickly. "Now, Bang. I hope Afkar hasn't been bobo."

*****

In the middle of the night, Dion was talking seriously with one of the better-suited teams of lawyers called his lackey while sitting leaning against the head of the bed, sticking the device into his ear, and then he could not help it, try not to sigh on the sidelines of the conversation. While behind the blanket that wrapped the bottom of his uninhibited body, Gladys was in action to spoil the center of his body.

["Yes, Sir. We have found the address of Ms Khalisa's residence which of course lives at her lawyer's address. The owner of LBH Raksa Gantari."]

"Did Afkar also appear to be there?" curious insistence.

["For Afkar's whereabouts we have not been able to confirm. We also tried to ask the people nearby. But, the people around the house were not easily asked for information. They were so meticulous and vigilant, many refused to answer the question."]

"For next week's trial, I don't want to know, you guys have to prepare other materials to weaken their chances of winning!" he's stubborn. "About their marriage how? Already Investigated? They're actually married for real or just engineered just for the sake of winning things?"

["Unfortunately their marriage is real, sir. Not just engineering. The concrete evidence attached to the court both the marriage certificate and the family card are all genuine. Official registered. There is not a single bit of fictitious data."]

"Damn!" he was upset, feeling out of sense. Dion was increasingly unwilling to release Khalisa from his power when he saw Khalisa more beautiful and unpretentious, Khalisa who used to be so easy to control and very obedient to him, now not even want to glance at him for a second.

Dion grabbed his own coarse hair, jumped spontaneously which resulted in Gladys choking and coughed down there, caused by the part being pampered reflex breaking through too deeply into Gladys' esophagus as Dion moved recklessly, so that the activities that Dion liked was stopped because Gladys had to relieve his choking cough first.

"Wait, have you also checked and calculated the period of his id?" Dion asked again, looking for a gap even if it was just a little.

["Already, Sir. There are no loopholes or defects that we can use in relation to it. Their wedding date is past the time of iddah Bu Khalisa. Moreover, from your description when reviewing the divorce papers the other day, you have almost six months not touched Bu Khalisa before the word talak said. So of course the impact in his iddah time which became lighter."]

The phone that was still connected was thrown, slammed onto the floor. The still-falling Gladys managed to catch his breath and was subjected to the impingement of Dion's resentment and anger. Being treated harshly and brutally and Gladys could not fight much for being paid to be the boss's n*fsu slave.

The phone that came back rang ignored Dion, busy venting the wrathful air. The call came from his sister and mother who were currently whining miserably at the police station.

Seriate.