Sacred In Stain
The Extra Chapter 1

The Extra Chapter 1

Two weeks after Afkar completely improved after being circumcised, Khalisa solidified his intention to visit Dion, while there was still time to celebrate, especially Afkar who incidentally was Dion's biological child.

Rutane. A place Khalisa never imagined would set foot there. For a long time there was no thought that today he entered the place of detention of the inmates. It's just that his existence here is not as a prisoner, but rather about to swipe.

Asking Yudhis for permission to Khalisa to buy a few hand fruits as well as bread options from the bakery store. Some were given to rutan officers, and the other half was of course for someone who was about to be swiped. Not because there is still a heart in another sense, just as a form of humanity towards the sick. Humanize humans, not necessarily dark eyes because they have been injured, even though he was not treated so.

Afkar who was held hugging Yudhis neck tightly entered the rutan hallway to a special room, while Khalisa clenched his grip while occasionally glancing at her husband who squeezed his hands gently back. Yudhis knew that his wife needed to be strengthened and willing to be given from him as a husband, demanding him to think wisely and lower the ego in this kind of situation. Doctrine yourself not only possessive, not because it is not love and jealousy, but as a form of understanding.

"Wait a minute, Mom, sir. Mr. Dion is on his way here. Please sit down," said the officer who accompanied and guided the road since entering the main door of the rutan building, politely inviting.

"Votes. What house is this?" ask Afkar to the Mother so Yudhis and Khalisa sit side by side on the old model chair there. The toddler was very uncomfortable, because he was clinging to Yudhis constantly.

Khalisa glanced at the confused Yudhis, his tongue my tongue somehow having to answer what.

"Dad?" Afkar's eyes blinked questioningly, looking up at Yudhis.

"Yes, Dion's father. It's Afkar's father too." Yudhis softly answered. The cute toddler's face gradually somber as if reluctant.

"Father grandson sick," his great-granddaughter while patting her stomach. Hearing Dion's name seemed to dig up bad memories, in Afkar's memory was torturous milk which when kept away from Khalisa should be drunk. What was recorded was when he could not bear to suckle, asked to drink milk and he remembered Dion giving a pack of milk to Ceu Wati but after drinking it his stomach always hurt.

"You granddaughter beyi Papa, endak want grandson sick," his great-grandson again, Afkar looked scared and wanted to cry. Thought he was brought here to be left again with Dion. His tiny hands hugged Yudhis tightly, who sat him in his lap.

"Yes, dong. Afkar milk is a lot at home, milk that Papa has bought. We're not here to let Afkar drink sick milk anymore, but we're here to look at Dion's father. Dion's father was sick again he said, and the sick man had to be looked at with this, in order to recover quickly. His name is to visit the sick." Yudhis pointed to the fruit basket and the box of bread on the table.

Since five minutes ago a skinny man sitting in a wheelchair with his own eyes watching Afkar and Yudhis interaction, who else if not Dion pecking in the doorway.

"Afkar," called out to Dion, whose hoarse shaking voice made the three people in the big room turn to him.