Sacred In Stain
Lost Trace

Khalisai 33. Lost Trace

The sun is creeping up, the tendrils are waving tickling. Under the hot sun, Khalisa strengthened himself who was not okay to stay strong.

Successfully escaped from the hospital, he established his goal today is to go to the laundry stall that had received him work. Want to reapply for a job, hoping to still be given the opportunity to be an employee there in an effort to raise money in order to re-hug the child. Although somehow until when the money of five hundred million will be collected, the most important thing is that he got a job first.

In order to save his pocket which is only ten thousand more, Khalisa took public transportation from the hospital once which should be taken twice. The rest he walked to the place in question, leaving six thousand rupiahs that now fill the pocket.

“Lho, where was the laundry place that used to open here? Why is it now a motor workshop?”

Sighing tired, again Khalisa had to chug disappointed after last night his intention to meet Windy was dashed. As it turns out, the laundry that is the only hope left is no longer operational. According to information from workshop workers, the laundry outlet went out of business a month ago due to a debt bond at a savings and loan cooperative that installs stifling loan interest.

Swallowing the void of hope, Khalisa down the sidewalk in no direction. With the Heart that continues to be tethered to the lamp of the soul, dragging both feet back to the area where invisible bars are located, which he has always considered home after somehow long walk.

He only realized when the whispers of familiar sneers greeting the ears sounded again.

“It should be divorced too, just bring shame, beautiful face capital doang. Different from the ghost of Bu Wulan who was known this morning, the son of a rich man, big lady, was even picked up here using his car aja Mercedes.”

“Si Khalisa would go back and would like to be a baby kayak that was chatted by Bu Wulan. Ngenes yes, his fate. Divorced, widowed, has no place to go home, continues to end up as babu in the ex-husband's house. Don't have any shame in returning?”

“She's a female derivative not quite right, how to know whose name is shy. No doubt, even dreaming pingin is considered as the honorable equivalent of kayak kita-us.”

Not minding the giggling whispers containing scathing innuendo for him, Khalisa hastened the pace of approaching Wulan's house. The foot swing was about five feet away from the fence, hoping to see Afkar appear for a while.

Khalisa stood in his place for a long time. Observing Wulan's house which had seemed empty since then was also quiet. Unlike usual if Wulan is at home, people who knock on the gate come and go almost every hour, ranging from creditors, loan cooperatives, to jewelry.

“Maybe they're gone? So, was Afkar left alone at home?”

In awe of prejudice, Khalisa crossed the remaining distance with the fence of the Wulan house. Very worried about the possibility of Afkar being abandoned, knowing very well that everyone in the house did not love his son.

Even now another reckless thing in his mind that began to be invited to think again after being hit by a dead end since yesterday. Intending to bring Afkar to flee, although it was not better, bringing Afkar was stranded on the run without qualified capital is not at all a good idea. Unlike if Afkar was fully handed over to him voluntarily, at least Khalisa could struggle to survive with his son in a calm situation, rather than being chased around like a fugitive.

From a short distance away, Khalisa could see that the house was completely deserted. But the fence is not locked. Intending to barge in to check the condition of his son who must have cried when he woke up without him, Khalisa's intention stopped when the neighbor across the house who likes to monitor from behind the curtains out of his house.

“Bu Wulan family, has moved this morning after finishing breakfast ketupat vegetables at the Bu Marsih stall. We were all treated as parting words. Only the goods are not taken, this house will be contracted with its contents, deliberately the fence is not locked so easy to look around. You see Bu Wulan story, in his home destination the furniture is more luxurious,” he said unfriendly, while scanning underestimates on Khalisa.

“Moving?” sambar Khalisa was shocked and limp all over his body. “Se-everything? Everyone?”

“Yes is everyone. Including your son, the Afkar,” he said sniffed cynically.

“Where to move?” Khalisa panicked not playing, feeling lost track of the existence of the baby.

“Yes where I know. What is certain is that Ms. Wulan said she moved her to her second daughter-in-law's wealthy mansion, to your honeymoon home. Upss, more precisely your ex-wife.”

Seriate.