Sacred In Stain
Old Friend

Chapter 28. Old Friend

“Aduh!”

A woman's whistling voice echoed after her accidental collision until both fell into a shock to Khalisa. Due to the minimal illumination as well as the rush he ran, Khalisa did not pay attention to the steps when entering the narrow alley he intended to shelter.

“Sorry,” added Khalisa fast. Immediately get up, take his bag that was dropped and help the woman who accidentally hit him. “Sorry, Ma'am. I really did not intentionally, I was in a hurry again,” he said unpleasantly.

“Khalisa?”

“Lho, Ma'am Tya?” khalisa said full of questions. They look at each other, feel like they know each other.

Grazing a few times, Khalisa focused his vision with a dim light. Ensuring his vision on the figure before him. Someone who used to be both big in the parlor.

“Khal, why are you here night-night? Who are you?” the woman called Tya. He was also seen in a hurry, noticeably from his agitated agitation, continuously fretting scan around.

“This is really Mbak Tya?” Khalisa rounded his eyes, he was stunned when he finally could see clearly. On Tya's face there is a trace like a slap, the corner of the lip is also the tip of the temple is injured. Tya's hair is disheveled, both wrists are flushed like a tight check mark, not to miss the skimpy clothes less the material he uses is tangled masai.

“Face Why?” khalisa asked, surprised too.

“I asked you who hangs around these nights? Don't tell me you're hanging alone!” Once again Tya asked quickly, the tone of speech also highlighted his anxious eyes.

Wetting his lips, Khalisa nodded thinly. “I-iya, I ... I .. alone,” great-grandson Khalisa full of reluctance.

For a moment Tya observed Khalisa in silence. Possessive hugged brown bag plus Khalisa's haphazard face that traces the scars of tears, immediately answered some of the questions in Tya's mind.

“You're away from home?” cecar Tya and Khalisa just nodded back.

“Why? Having a shelter called home and family is a dream of all of us in the orphanage first, but why did you leave it?”

Dropping deeply, Khalisa heaved a heavy sigh and then replied. “I, forced to go from there. More precisely, I was cast out and banished,” softly, along with a bitter smile. “I'm divorced, but my ex-husband kept my son there,” Khalisa said. Again flooded with unspeakable sadness because it was forcibly separated from the source of its power.

“Sorry, I'm so sorry. We're talking somewhere else, it's not safe. More and more nights often roam a bunch of classy thugs. And I'm also afraid of being sucked in by the same rude customer who booked me tonight. Come join.”

Having no direction of purpose, making Khalisa finally follow Tya's steps. Walk along the streets under a drizzle. It turns out that Tya took him to a catfish pecel booth that was located somewhat hidden.

“Order eat and drink, you are very pale.” Tya pulled a chair, took the most corner seat so as not to be too exposed to the eyes of other visitors, considering his form is currently included in the battered category.

“No need, Ma'am. I'm not hungry.”

The loud rumbling from Khalisa's stomach betrayed his tongue. His cheeks squinted for a moment. His mouth said no, while his stomach cried out angrily demanding to be filled with his right that had not been filled dinner.

“Those injuries?” Khalisa floating speech. Grimacing in horror, unable to continue his sentence. It's just that his clear and pure eyes are very clear about the prejudices that fill his head.

“Yes, do you think it's true. It's normal, how else, Khal. The risks of the job I took were like this. All for survival. Coincidentally tonight my customers love to play rough, although yes most of them do, just think of me as an object of gratification. No more.”

*****

The prayer is presented on the side of the dispute. Finished with the ritual of cleaning the night, as usual Yudhishthira always tried to take time to perform the prayer before the eyes closed. The prayer of repentance, which he offered in the last few months. Practicing the guidance given by Ghaisan also from routine studies that are often attended.

Both hands raised shahdu, solemnly calling the asthma of the great God. Facing the face of the Creator, with wet shiny eyes, from the takbiratul ihram to the greeting.

After the greeting, Yudhistira again prostrated, completing his prayer of worship that is to perform prostration. As part of the procedure for perfecting the prayer of the Sunna Repentance itself. His forehead touched the prayer mat tightly. His mouth and his heart glorified reading do’a Prophet Adam, do'a Prophet Jonah then do'a Lailatul Qadar each forty times.

Unstoppable tears. Begging forgiveness to the Creator for all wrongdoing, especially asking forgiveness and mercy for the late birth mother, Masayu. The woman who closes her eyes when she gives birth to him. Containing and giving birth to it without knowing whose seeds grew in all the limitations of the conditions of Masayu who was pregnant when convicted insane. Wishing the Good One to forgive all the blemishes and stains of his mother in life, and to place her in a glorious place.

His phone rang just as Yudhistira finished folding the prayer mats. The Fairy Godmother's name appeared on her gadget screen. Apparently the Empress called, her foster mother who for Yudhishthira was not only a mother, but also a wingless angel.

Salutations with respect are said solemnly when the call is connected, sweet greeting from across there.

“When to go back to Bali, son? you haven't been home for a long time. Mami Kangen, want to see your handsome face. Who used to have a puffed-up cheek and now has a handsome sideburn. Feel the life of Mami just a few strands so long as you.”

Yudhistira chuckled softly. Her mother is indeed a hobby once sulking and drama when complaining of longing for her.

“I'm also kangen, Mi. Not wanting to visit often. I'm still in the starting phase of my LBH here. It takes full dedication, a drain on time and mind. Also, I don't want to cause Erlangga to become inflamed if I go home too often, jealous of Mami's affection for me. The reason I started my career in Bandung was to ask Mami and Papi not to put a hand on my career as well to put a damper on all that. I just don't want to make Mami sad. If I see me and Erlangga who may be feuding. Because after all I'm an ordinary human being, worried about not being able to control emotions if constantly provoked.”

“Hhh, I don't know what has possessed your sister's brain since college, to think that you become a submissive child to master all the assets of Mami and Papi later, her brain really needs to be washed!”

Yudhistira was a submissive child since childhood, especially when he was a teenager and knew how his origins, he increasingly placed himself to serve as well as possible to his adoptive parents. Treating himself that comes from a pit of precious jewel stains. Thanks to them, he grew up in the deckap affection is also abundant material. Not wanting to disappoint and humiliate, as his deepest expression of gratitude.

“Maybe because you're growing up, Mi. I am in the process of seeking self. For now I'd better avoid it, for the sake of everyone's peace. Also the peace of my dearest Mama who is as beautiful as angel.”

Yudhishthira said sweetly comforting. His tone was dangling gratefully, feeling fortunate that he was loved by the Empress and Barata like a child. “It's already night, Mommy should sleep. Stay up late is not good for body health as well as skin. Let it be later when it's time to stay beautiful ghost.”

“Eit, ngunduh ghost? Don't you already have a candidate? Why don't you tell Mami!” Demand Maharani scrawled sewot.

Yudhistira chuckled crisply, “Not yet, Mami, it would be new if. Look carefully at the meaning of the whole sentence. Say hello to Papi ya.”

“Yes, yes, well Mr. Lawyer. Hopefully soon it will not only be so if. Immediately looking for a wife, you have time to have a companion.”

Seriate.