The Return of the Beloved
Chapters 101. Phicran
A man with long hair tied up was sitting waiting for someone inside a cafe while sipping a glass of warm cappuccino. He occasionally glanced outside the cafe while looking at the clock on his wrist several times.
"Where is leon? Didn't you come here because it's raining now or maybe you're back waiting for a while until the rain subsides?" Fikran restless waiting for the arrival of his best friend especially when he saw out there the rain was getting heavier and accompanied by strong winds.
Fikran put down his empty glass. His eyes looked out at the cafe staring at the rain which gave more cold this morning.
Fikran pondered, thinking about the father's request to stop being an intelligence police officer and switch to leading the father's company.
"Dad is old, who will lead the company later when you're gone?" Those old eyes looked tired and hopeful. His request was rejected several times by his son.
"And there's Nafisa Pa, let her lead the company." That is always the answer when the father talks about the successor of the company.
"Your sister is a girl and she just went to college, now my ability has diminished. At an age that has exceeded half a century, you should have retired from the workforce and enjoy the old days more by resting at home." The man's eyes looked glazed and if like this the hardness of Fikran's heart became fragile.
"Well my father will resign from the police force and will hold his company."
The eyes that had been glistening and glistening looked sparkling. Just hearing such an answer the father already looked happy. Actually simple is the happiness of someone who is elderly.
"But not now father, Fikran there is still one unresolved mission. Later if the criminal has been caught, then Fikran will stop and say goodbye to superiors."
"No problem, finish what you want to finish first, then take the next step, fulfill the promise to your old father this old."
"Yes I'm sorry Fikran ya." Fikran embraced the father's shoulder while shedding tears. He realized that he had often failed the father and until now felt that he could not make his father happy.
"Not Fikran's father was wrong." The two children and the father hugged each other and shed tears. There is nothing wrong with either. Only the obligations and responsibilities that it carries must be switched.
"When did you get married? Do not be too focused on your work instead forget the important things of your life to find a prospective companion. Existing already?" ask the curious father.
Fikran. "Not father, not a single woman can make Fikran fall in love."
The father shook his head. "Try taking some time out for a walk, who knows you found a girl out there that fits you."
Fikran was silent, actually there was no time for him to look for a life companion, he was only afraid of dragging a woman into danger. He was afraid that the woman who became his wife would be attacked by criminals who might know about the profession that he actually hid from all those people.
"Later Fikran look for and after meeting Fikran will immediately replace the father lead the company."
"Good, I pray you get the best mate" said the father, patting his son on the shoulder.
"Thank you father for your prayers."
"Yes, now go if you still have a job.
Fikran nodded, after saying goodbye to his father he finally went out of the house and did his job back to being an intel.
Seriate.