Sacred In Stain
The Extra Chapter 2

“Afkar.”

Dion's weak voice made Khalisa stunned as did Afkar. Afkar immediately hugged Yudhis. Stealing a timid look at the figure of a skinny man who is now trying to stand assisted by two officers who accompanied. Dion walked to the chair, sitting opposite his ex-wife and his son, whom Yudhis was holding.

The officer, who took a few steps back, waited to turn his back on the doorway that was directly connected to the area where the inmates were being held. Dion's sunken eyes scanned Afkar who stared back at him fearlessly without a smile. Turning to his ex-wife who is so beautiful shining in Muslim fashion. Revolving to Yudhis handsome plenary and unpretentious, holding hands Khalisa also embraced Afkar full of protection, holding two people who were once considered worthless in his life in the context of the responsibility that was felt.

Dion's breathing heavily looked at Khalisa's stomach that was popping also found the reaction of his son who seemed to not miss him at all. Regretting is certain, never waste a shining figure that is considered contemptible to people. The honor and flattery of the world he pursued, it dragged him to the blasphemy that made him end up here now. Harvesting nestapa from the seed of greed planted.

“How are you, Khal?” dion asked softly, wetting his dry lips.

“My news is very good. But, why is Dion in a wheelchair?” Khalisa asked back, finding Dion into the besuk room in a wheelchair made him very surprised, not to mention the news about Dion's previous illness was no less surprising. There was no more Dion who was dashing, handsome and handsome. Only the remaining frail body remains bone encased in skin. “Is Mas Dion's foot in trouble?”

After all, Dion once shared his life with him. Khalisa is also hurt and angry, but he did not expect Dion to be this sad. His gentle soul only wanted Dion to be a better man in the future, to improve himself, to be a more responsible and wise person.

“Oh, this is because yesterday fell on the field during the morning sport. Spraining, so use a wheelchair,” explained Dion while commenting on the smile on his dry lips, questions concern Khalisa for him like a cool breeze in the arid world he treaded.

Khalisa's tensed shoulder went down as the long exhale was thrown away. “Thank God then. I came here to fulfill Mas's request to meet Afkar. This hand I brought as an adab to visit the sick. I hope Mas Dion doesn't misunderstand, I just don't want to break the relationship between father and son.” Khalisa confirmed the intention of his arrival. I don't want any misunderstandings after this.

For a moment Dion was stunned, amazed. Khalisa who he knows is a fragile person who is easily intimidated, but now dives into a simple woman who dares to say firmly.

Dion termangu's. Yudhis sentence is no less. It's just not a kind of heartless strong tone, but wrapped in real affection that is so great both on Khalisa and Afkar. Dion no longer had the power of effort. Neither health nor freedom. His arrogance that often underestimated Khalisa was lost after the storm made its own tempest. He is tired of waging war. He really just wanted to meet his son and apologise to Khalisa and Afkar directly while still being given a chance to breathe.

“Thank you, Mr. Yudhis. It has allowed Khalisa and Afkar to visit here. I just want to meet Khalisa and Afkar while there is still a chance to meet face to face, especially with Afkar.“ Dion paused his sentence for a moment, gulping down the mineral water in the bottle he was holding before continuing the word, soaking his increasingly troubled throat. “Khal, can I hold Afkar?” her door.

Khalisa turned to Yudhis for an opinion, and of course Yudhis nodded his head in favor, not some kind of stone-headed man. However, it was Afkar who refused, screaming hysterically did not want to escape from the sling of Yudhis.

“Endak to tuyun. Want Papa, want papa's sandalwood!” his roar while crying, clinging to the sling of Yudhis so tightly.

Perih sliced Dion's heart as he was rejected by his own flesh and blood. Perhaps this is called karma, as he rejected Afkar every time the child asked to play or bike with the father like other children.

“Sayang. Whiz Papa. Can't be like that. Look, this is Dion's father. Not anyone else,” persuaded Yudhis to try to negotiate with the funny boy who was getting plump. Feeling bad for Afkar's rejection reaction when Dion asked to hold. He will also be a father who has biological children, it must be painful when his own child is even afraid of being carried by him.

“Endak. Endak. Want Papa, want to peyuk Papa aja, yes, yes. Pelis,” beg Afkar to lisp, staring at Yudhis with his plain round eyes wet, groaning that he was not willing to escape from Yudhis embrace, even kissing Yudhis cheek as an attempt at pleading.

Dion smiled wryly. Only able to accept fate, do not want bad memory about him in Afkar's memory getting worse if he forced now despite wanting to spill the longing on Afkar who every night shadowed his funny face in a dream.

“It's okay, Mr. Yudhis. If Afkar doesn't want to not have to, it could be another time. Meeting you like this is enough. Actually I asked to meet to apologize, for all the mistakes and mistakes in Khalisa and Afkar in the past. I know myself, don't expect to be forgiven, my mistakes are too much. But despite the embarrassment, I still want to apologize. I'm sorry, Khalisa, I treated you so badly. I'm sorry, Afkar. Never make you tormented apart from your bundle because selfishness is also dark eyes,” said Dion hoarse, shrinking the end of his eyes suddenly watery, swallow before spitting up sentences. “And thank you very much, Mr. Yudhis, thank you for loving Afkar.”