The Unrecognized Twins
81. It's Not That Easy to Forgive You!

Arriving at Abrar's company, Rama is greeted by his former security guard while still bowing respectfully to their former boss.

"For Mr ...!" bowing their bodies by making room for Rama through the automatic glass door.

Likewise, other employees who cross paths with Rama who remain loyal to his cool look but do not seem arrogant when they pay their respects.

The elevator doors opened and took him to the 21st floor where Abrar's workspace was located. Abrar's current personal assistant is Noah, Abrar's former college friend while still in college in New York with him.

"Good morning to Rama!" mannered Noah..

"For Noah! Can I meet Abrar?" rama asked Noah who was a little confused to give an answer.

"Please wait a minute! I asked Abrar. I was afraid of being wrong," murmured Noah smiling awkwardly at Rama who just nodded slowly.

Rama sits on the sofa waiting room for guests. Noah meets Abrar who is seriously staring at his laptop.

"Abrar. There's your father, Rama" Noah said carefully.

"Say I don't want to meet him," Abrar said, but Rama had already opened the door of the study, making Abrar only glance coldly at his father.

Noah could only rub his suddenly tense nape with the uneasy feeling of seeing this cold war between father and son.

"Excuse me...!" said 20-year-old Noah different 10 years with Abrar. This handsome young man left behind both of them.

Abrar picked up his cell phone while leaning back into his chair regardless of the presence of his father who seemed very patient with his son.

"What are you doing here?" cynical Abrar to his father who can only swallow his saliva nervously.

"Dad just wanted to say thank you for your help with dad's new business..-"

Abrar smiled obliquely as he turned his face the other way.

"Don't be so big-headed with what I did to you. All of this is not my desire.

I did it because of Azira's love that seemed blind to you. To the father who had cast us out before we were present in this world," said Abrar, who could not forget his father's depraved deeds to his birth mother.

"Dad knows son. Even the universe has difficulty forgiving father even if he repents for your sins. But, anyway, I still want to apologize to you with all of my body. What do you have to do to forgive me, son?" rama asked, sounding sad again.

"Sorry...? What with an apology all your mistakes can be erased just like that, huh?!" pekik Abrar with a dark face looked at the face of Rama who was bowed embarrassed at the sick gaze of his son.

"When we were born you came looking for us? Was it when we had surgery, were you thinking of finding out where we were at that time?

Her voice was softened by the flood of tears that every night I watched myself and I cried to feel how much pain my mother was for fear that our operation failed and indeed failed because I could not walk up to it I'm 4 years old" Abrar said with a trembling voice while holding back his tears so as not to melt easily on his cheeks.

Hearing his son's confession made Rama's heart again slapped so sick. He again felt unworthy to be in the midst of the happiness of his children.

"Sorry son.sorry father is wrong and very wrong. I don't deserve your forgiveness" said Rama, because that's all he could say.

"You know? At that time I thought that daddy Mark was our real father because he was always there for us. Not only did he sacrifice his material and energy to perform the surgery on both of us, but after the surgery he kept us up all night to make sure we didn't complain of post-surgery pain.

How wonderful daddy Mark is. May Allah have mercy on us and our mothers. And as long as you know, you don't know at all that the hospital's owned by daddy Mark until their marriage lasted for 2 years.

Daddy did that so you could marry him on the basis of love instead of reciprocity" Abrar said emotionally.

"In the course of time, God showed his power when Azira accidentally did carelessly blame the heating machine even shorted to let out sparks.

In an instant the room burned and I who was unable to walk suddenly stood strong in order to save Azira's body which was almost burned because of her sleeping dress that had been in the fire.

That's why I can walk up to this second" Abrar wiggled with trembling lips to hold back his emotional overflows in memory of the difficult moments they had spent together without any biological father who should have been there for them.

The tightness in Rama's chest became more and more when many things he had missed even he did not know what the details were like because Azira never mentioned the past.

There, his daughter just wants to have fun with him. If her son finds it hard to forgive her, it is perfectly natural to be out of balance with Alea and Mark's struggles while saving the lives of her twins whom she did not acknowledge before.

"Does after my bundle has passed through the pain of his life for 4 years have to be erased with an apology from you, O you who have the title of father? It's not that easy to forgive you!

If Azira loves you, it's her right because her heart is very soft and easily touched. But not with me. Sorry ...! I'm a lot of work," the circus Abrar was able to blow Rama's over-zealous hopes of getting his son's love.

Dismissed her hopes of getting the love of her son. Everything seems to be sinking of wasted despair on the high seas. Drowning with the twilight sun. Courageousness ciut. His tongue feels ugly.

"Thank you son, I'm sorry. I have wrongly met you with the stupidity of a father who is too confident because you have helped father.

Thank you for opening my inner eyes. Excuse me son. May you always be healthy. Ezra...!" pamit Rama bowed sadly to leave the company of his son.

Abrar loosened his tie because every time he hurt his father, he felt his pain. Guilt haunted him after that.

"Why should I meet if I end up tormented myself like this" growled Abrar who felt his father's inner suffering.

Rama drives his car in a state of heart. It feels like his spirit is getting carried away with the dark story of Alea and the twins. Regretting everything feels free. Starting back to improve is hampered because the tweets of his son who is not willing to see him get happiness.

"Maybe I don't deserve to be their father. Perhaps my sin will be forgiven if I can only atone for it with my soul. Well, dying sounds more soothing and satisfying to my son Abrar," Rama's inner pessimist.