CRACKS
FORGIVE PAPA

Robby's hand was ignored by Erlangga. He walked without looking to the right and to the left. Despite the sadness in their separation, Erlangga did not want to shake and took the initiative to make up with her papa.

I'll go pa, goodbye. Take good care of my girl. This heart does not want to shake. Papa..papa.papa.either when can I accept the fact, if my father will marry my lover, or can this heart accept the fact of having a sister of the woman I adored all this time. God gave me the strength to live later.

Erlangga DEPARTURE takes about 11 hours 10 minutes more with airlines available 1 flight only for 3 stops.

There are two major airports near Tokyo that are the landing sites. First is Haneda Airport, second is Narita Airport. And Erlangga chose to land at Narita airport, a place closer to his grandmother's domicile.

A woman about one hundred and sixty tall with her white skin and thin body, there were wrinkles here and there but still looked sexy. The woman held out the nameplate. "ERLANGGA MY GRANDSON FROM INDONESIA."

Erlangga came to the grandmother, poking her shoulders a little.

"Me," he said briefly.

Erlangga pointed at her chest with her fingertips and pointed at the nameplate her grandmother had brought. He who is not good at local languages, can only use a little of his messy English and hand gestures as sign language.

The old woman examined Erlangga's face, reaching for her earlobe. Only then did he jump into Erlangga's sling like a big baby. The grandmother kissed Erlangga's face unceasingly.

A grandfather with a stick approached them. The two old men then chatted with their language. Erlangga did not really enjoy the moment of his meeting with his grandparents. He took the phone out of his pocket.

The teenager sighed deeply, before then he unpacked his phone, took out a number card and broke it into pieces.

"Grandmother let's go home," Erlangga approached the parents and threw the number card scattered on the floor of the trash can. Good bye, From today I will live by myself.

ROBBY put his feet into a simple house that has been the place to spend time with his favorite child.

Now the place is empty. Erlangga did not reply to all the messages he sent, the child just disappeared.

The sky began to dim, the day began to dim. Although there is no cloudy covering the face of the sky, but the sky does not want to show a bright face.

Robby let out a helpless sigh, he slammed his body on the chair. It felt annoyed in the moment of separation Erlangga was angry incessantly. The boy did not even give her a chance even if it was just to hug. When his eyes fell, they arrived...

BRAAAK....

The tightly closed door opened violently, to Robby's surprise the duren stood staggering.

Sulastri entered with a very angry face.

"Your son of a bitch Rob!"

PLAQUE... PLAQUE... PLAQUE...

Duren legit was just dumbstruck, shocked and enduring the pain. Although a Sulastri woman has enough energy. Robby stroked his two hot cheeks.

"Maybe you..." Almost the woman's step was on her face again.

Sulastri pulled the hand that had been swung by him, staring tearfully at the figure of his idol.

"Kamuuu...," Sulastri turned his face away, holding back the tears that had already been spilled mercilessly. His heart was so broken imagining Erlangga.

Robby still kept silent not understanding.

"Wait...

what's up?"

"What's this?"

"Have you never thought about Erlangga's feelings? what kind of papa are you?"

"Wait, what's wrong with Erlangga?"

BRACKET!

The middle-aged woman slammed a few pieces of paper on the table.

"Look!"

Robby reached for some papers, apparently from the hospital.

The duren's eyes were wide open, when the positive Kinan name was listed as containing.

Robby's body is shaking. Given Erlangga's sudden change in attitude.

Kinan appeared in the doorway.

"When are you going to the hospital?" asked Robby in between the vibrations of his heart. He immediately approached Kinan who was just bowed.

"That's Erlangga who left at my study table."

Suddenly the room was so dark, Robby lost control and collapsed. Among his consciousness he had time to pronounce the name Erlangga.

---------------TAMAT------------------------------------

This morning I asked for a cup of coffee

is there something wrong with my mind?

or this self loves too much

to escape all truth

This morning I sucked the scent of my lover's masculine body

the rest of last night it still feels hot

Am I wrong to have a taste?

or the wrong feeling for approaching me

This morning I just realized he's not mine

I just wondered how delicious his scent was

how beautiful it is to love him

Apparently I just imagined himself to be mine

Arjuna Bayu 20032022/12.28