Sacred In Stain
Unda

Chapters 37. Unda

I don't feel like a month has passed. Yudhis spent ten days in Bali on his family affairs and was immediately hit by a pile of work after returning to Bandung. The dense work agenda makes him forget his intention to return Khalisa ID card.

Only now can he relax a little and take a holiday at the end of the week after a few weekends was not stopping struggling with work, after completing cases involving the mentoring of his advocate team, one of them is the case of the woman who experienced KDRT.

As usual, the first thing that was done during his vacation was used by Yudhis to patch up his messy sleeping hours. Rest properly to give his body the right to rest. This morning he woke up with a fresher taste thanks to the quality of sleep.

At about half-six in the morning Yudhis was handsome, crisp and fresh. The sideburns that had begun to grow elongated had already been neatly shaved, then examined themselves once again in front of the mirror.

“Hmm, it turns out I am indeed handsome as Mami said. It's just that Mami keeps wanting to video call with me,” she said herself, grinned amusedly feeling narcissistic, revealing her single dimples that sweeten her handsome carvings.

Yudhis then got ready in a trending and hoodiee, going to jog around his home complex to maintain fitness while looking for breakfast.

“Where are the sports shoes I bought last month?” Yudhis ruffled the closet where he kept his row of shoes, looking for the thing in question. “Or maybe still in the trunk of the car?”

Towards the garage with the car keys in hand, Yudhis opened the trunk of his car which had been untouched for a long time due to being too busy with work. Some items fell as soon as the luggage was opened, so full of goods there.

“Well, here it is, it turns out it is right still in the trunk.”

A tote containing a box of red shoes was taken. Kepalang opened the trunk, Yudhis took the time to transport the stuff that was crowded in the trunk into the house and planned to take care of it after jogging. However, as he was about to transport the large yellow scraping bag, Yudhis frowned as he examined the contents.

“Car and motor toys?” he was confused for a moment. “Ck, why can I forget,” is upset.

Recalling everything else, he quickly switched to the front of the car, opened the dashboard and checked the contents. Sure enough, the white bag contains drugs and vitamins and Khalisa ID card untouched there.

His morning jogging was broken. Yudhis chose to drive his car to the address where he had delivered Khalisa and Afkar, splitting the streets in the morning still empty.

Meanwhile at Amanda's house, the warm boisterousness of the dining room contrasts so much with Afkar glumly staring at the bowl. Afkar was patting a spoon on a bowl filled with breakfast, never to feed his food. The toddler was sitting alone in a room adjoining the pool, bowed silently without any chatter.

Lately the boy rarely cried, just no longer cheerful as before. Afkar's whimper subsided after Ceu Wati found a little cure for Afkar's longing for the mother, in the form of an old photograph of Khalisa that Ceu Wati secretly took from the album he accidentally found, which he took, while driving Wulan back to her home to pick up some things.

Dion, who was passing by where Afkar was, was moved to approach the child. Since Afkar was born and the ridicule continues to flood, Dion does not care much about his son and wife. Wulan's provocation was also around. Busy to organize his ego, forget about his obligations that should be a protector. It is not entirely Dion's fault, Wulan's parenting is very influential in shaping the character of his children. Making Dion less aware of responsibility, unprincipled, quickly influenced and easily carried away by the wind, moreover Wulan became the strong wind itself.

“Af, why not eat?” ask the child, their interaction is rigid, considering he never builds closeness with the child. Afkar's round eyes stared straight at Dion with a smileless look, not answering.

“If asked it answered dong,” said Dion who is now crouching. Rubbing Afkar's hair trying to melt their ice, it was only realized that he had never had a warm conversation with the child because he was rarely at home on a deliberate basis, letting Khalisa take care of Afkar alone, she said, so Afkar considers him foreign now despite being under one roof and meeting more often.

“Mau Unda!” exclaim Afkar angry. Avoiding Dion's palm that was about to rub his head again.

Dion's jaw tightened to a rejection response from her son. The thing he had once ignored suddenly invited a sense of inadmissibility with such a reaction. In fact, that is what he planted, but now even reject the fruit that must be picked. If Afkar had understood that he was now made Dion as a tool to hurt and torture the inner of his mother without stopping, maybe Afkar would be angry at his father.

As time passed, Dion slowly began to acknowledge, though still vaguely covered with frenetic thrones and abundant treasures from Amanda, he did so to separate Afkar with Khalisa is a form of unwillingness to release the woman, especially finding Khalisa among other men make it dark eyes and even assume his own slant plus the compound. A pinch of growing unwillingness is the forerunner of the regret he has not yet realized.

“Actually this Khalisa went where? There's been no news for a month. Very proud he wants to find five hundred million money, why not choose an easy offer!” grunted annoyed.

Swiping his face rough, Dion went from there to cross paths with Ceu Wati who was knocked over Afkar with a glass in hand. Dion galloped towards the second floor and grabbed his phone, rolling his fingers looking for Khalisa's number.

Seriate.