Sacred In Stain
Deep Talk

Chapter 47. Deep Talk

Khalisa seemed hesitant to tell a story. Yudhis could read the calamity, not just doubt, but mixed with other things in Khalisa's mind.

In the eyes of Yudhis, Khalisa is like a diamond behind a transparent box. Although tightly closed, but the radiance of feelings from his pure heart that is being crushed by the crush also lara emblazoned real, very easy to read. Plus the profession that Yudhis wrestled, demanding that the handsome handsome strong charming must be honed in his ability to read the voice of his interlocutor.

“You must tell an open story if you really want to be helped. How can I take action to help you if you don't want to explain your problem? Not all problems can be grasped alone, there are times when we need the help of others in an effort to find a solution,”, Yudhis said giving understanding, understand that Khalisa who is a stick must always indoctrinate himself to swallow all the bitterness of life roundly, not unusual to share stories especially in people who are not so familiar.

Yudhis then pulled out another chair and sat opposite Khalisa. “You have to put a little bit of your trust in me, so I can find a way out. You may have forgotten that my profession is a lawyer. After all, shouldn't fellow humans help each other when others are in trouble and remind each other when others are wrong? That's what I've done to you since I first met until now,”.

Yudhis explanatory sentence finally prompted Khalisa to explain the problem. Also he was more and more convinced to open up after remembering this Yudhis was a lawyer. Convince yourself that it is time to share your story.

“Sa-me.”

“Speak just relax, Khalisa. Do not use formal and rigid language. Relax, let's just say you're telling an old friend. Or, should we be friends officially?” Yudhis singled out a smile, trying to build an atmosphere to make Khalisa more comfortable telling stories.

“Ba-okay.”

For the first time Khalisa said the difficulty was accompanied by asking for help from someone after three months of being stuck. Not getting used to asking for help from others because it is troublesome especially if it is about money, making it often hesitate to ask for help clearly and choose to face every problem of his own weight so far. But as Yudhis said, now he must confess to himself, it turns out that not all problems can be solved alone.

Khalisa spoke for almost an hour about his divorce, his trigger points, Dion's family's accusations, especially about Afkar being forcefully separated from him, do not forget to convey also about the two options offered by Dion so that he can freely re-hugging his son.

“Afkar was forcibly separated from me that night after the word talaq was spoken, and will only be given to me if I choose one of the conditions. I could have chosen the first option, but I no longer wanted to beg low on them. It was enough that I was trampled during the ensconcedment with those I called family. I chose the second one, though I knew the risks were no better, because I also didn't know where to go for that much money. All I want is to get my son back and be free of them, get away from my ex-husband's family and live with Afkar in peace. For that reason, I was desperate to take this despised job. But I also don't know where they moved to by taking my son, really snatching him away from me to the point that I wasn't told where Afkar lives now.”

Yudhis head throbbed withstanding emotions after he finished listening to Khalisa's long speech. Can't help but curse at heart, cursing at her people who do so cowardly to weak and fragile women like Khalisa.

Yudhis grabbed the tissue on the table and handed it to Khalisa's sobbing lap.

“Don't feel bad, besides my broken housewife's biduk was destroyed by her own master.”

“Do you believe your husband will release you bringing Afkar after your request for terms is fulfilled? What can he say to hold?” yudhis asked, trying to open up Khalisa's mind which was definitely covered in a thick fog of immortality, very vulnerable to being distracted.

“I... I am also not sure,” his great-grandson who just thought in that direction after Yudhis offended it. “I no longer believe in the words and promises he makes. He even unhesitatingly crushed our sacred promise like a piece of worthless trash,” the pain of Khalisa, biting his lips hard.

“From your story, I'm sure your ex-husband won't let you off easily even if the money he wants is met. He just wants to drag you back as a form of selfishness, in a vile way making Afkar a pawn among you. There is no guarantee he will actually keep his word and free you also Afkar from his grip later.”

“Then I have to how? I'm worried about my son who's been stuck with them for three months. No one loved Afkar there, no one. And my ex-husband says my son is sick right now. Is this a rebuke for my decision to take the wrong path for her sake?” Tangis Khalisa broke again. An irresistible sigh. He wanted Yudhis to embrace, but he held back. Only able to hug with a warm look of his eyes wrapped around Khalisa's shaking back.

“You promised to help after I told you. Can I lend you that money now? I don't care what happens next, I have to meet Afkar now!" please be sad, teary.

“You sure your son is really sick?” yudhis asked suddenly.

“What do you mean?” reply Khalisa did not understand while shrinking his wet face.

“I feel your ex-husband just wants to bully you. Try to find valid information. Is there anyone around Afkar you can ask other than your husband? To prove his speech is true or not.”

Khalisa's mind that had only been murky since being separated from Afkar was now clear, the possibility that Yudhis said could have been true.

“At least only my ex-husband's sister can ask. But I'm not sure my phone will be picked up. And she must be sleeping."

“Contact only, the person who wakes up jerked from his sleep full of sleepiness usually says honestly. He could not think of a lie when he answered. Also if you really want to take Afkar back with you completely, follow my advice, I will help you in the right way. A legitimate and recognized way so that later your husband can no longer interfere with the argument. Getting your son back without having to meet the demands of your greedy ex-husband, Khalisa. Can you trust me?”

Seriate.