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No bad thoughts perch in Bram's mind. With his leisure he gave his phone to make Sakilla thank you a lot and immediately typed something.

Saw Sakilla for quite a while. Bram chose to approach the driver in front.

Unfortunately Bram is too naive. With her phone in Sakilla's hand. The woman did something. He even took pictures of himself and after his business was done. He immediately removed his actions and approached Bram with a face of sumringah.

"This is mas, thank you very much for still wanting to pinjemin me HP. I deleted the same message history on my phone. So, you don't have to worry about seeing that message again. Thanks again for being so good with me. I promise I'll turn into a better person."

"Hm ..."

Bram steps away leaving Sakilla. Without waiting for the woman to really leave. He rushed to Rama's room and knocked on the door from the outside. The answer from inside made Bram go straight in and he was immediately stunned, looking at Rama who was standing behind the balcony door to see the person who had just left.

"Father's son" called Rama and approached Rama and took him to the balcony as soon as he heard the sound of a car going away.

"Yes?"

"Where? do you feel better or even more chaotic? you're not thinking like that, are you? I don't want you to be weird thinking, you know for yourself that I'm doing this for you. But if you squirm you diem gini doang. I feel guilty for letting him come here."

Bram stands right behind Rama. His hand rubbed Rama's hair.

"It turns out I can still squirm the person who was born to me yes. It's like a dream" Rama murmured softly.

"Dad does that sometimes too."

Bram chuckles.

"Dad knows your mother is dead. So, sometimes you also like to be surprised if you squirm it turns out he is still alive in this world and it seems like his life has been fine all this time."

"But ... why does he say it's the same with me? every time I ask. The aunt always missed the answer to the others and also every time I complained. The aunt talked to herself. As if he were the main. Was he never guilty of his actions? why yes well ..why are we hurt here. While the aunt did not seem hurt at all."

Rama looked up, looking at Bram's face. Ask for further explanation.

"Dad can see for himself, the face of the aunt was even ordinary looks. Even .... I did not squirm the guilt on the aunt's face. Kayak ... am I worthless in her eyes? that's why he's so ordinary."

Rama took a deep breath.

"Here I am the only one who is angry, disappointed, sad, mixed. But the aunt looked fine and it was not at all a draw to me."

"Why can you talk like that?" bram asked and pulled out a chair and sat there.

"On her behalf, I'm sorry."

Rama shook his head.

"Dad was a good father to Rama. Dad taught me a lot of things. So, I don't want to accept Dad's apology. I'm even thankful that you let him come here. It means I can see directly. So, I don't think anymore."

"Hahaha, yes both father's children."

Bram took Rama into his arms. He hugged very tightly. He rubbed Rama's back.

The two men of different ages were both looking at the beautiful afternoon sky. The calm they longed for because since then their feelings were very mixed. The two now enjoy the warmth together and the beautiful night sky.

"I'm kangen with my mother Annisa," said Rama suddenly

"Dad too ..."

***

The night with his son makes Bram have to be extra responsible. Because in this very big house. There was only himself and Rama. Given the mommy who chose to stay at the hotel and its employees who are still in the liburkan and just entered tomorrow.

"Rama .. come down, I've cooked for you."

Before long the sound of footsteps clashing on the stairs was heard and Rama came to the dining table area.

"Wuih, father cooks," amazed Rama. "Duh .. has not seen my dad cook for a long time. Before the meeting, maamah dateng. Dad cooks for me sometimes. But after you came, you never came again."

Bram chuckles.

"Toh dad also want to be in masakin and your mamah cuisine is very good. So, why are you tired of cooking," replied Bram jokingly. "But I only cook fried chicken doang. It's okay, right?"

"It's okay, yeah. Whatever father's cooking I eat!"

Bram painstakingly prepared food at the dinner table. Rama helped bring drinks. The two men worked together before eating.

"Ah sepinya .. I really miss the same mamah," complained Rama in the end.