He's Not The Best
105. Men's. Formerly
The Man Who Formerly
Basri and Anas looked at each other, the two men had clashed in the past but, now that things had changed, they were older and had never met since that day.
However, Basri and Anas still remembered that face, the face of the person who once had bad prejudices even resulted in misunderstandings between them.
“Pak Basri?” ask Anas. The man stood up and stretched out his hand to greet the man who had once beaten him mercilessly when there was no mistake he had done to him.
Basri accepted the hand doubtfully. But Anas smiled so kindly.
“How are you, sir? The world is narrow apparently, did not expect me to meet again here.”
“Good,” Basri replied briefly, he sat down next to Winsi and glanced at his son and Nia who looked towards them with astonished gazes.
Nia knows Anas because Winsi once told her about the man, even she often saw Anas together with Waila at the cafe and also often picked him up. He guesses that Anas has a serious relationship with Waila, a woman who is more deserving of being his son than a girlfriend.
“Do you know Winsi?” ask Basri wonder.
“Yes. It's a coincidence, right? I am grateful to have met Runa's son. Now I can also meet Mr. Basri. So, I can explain the misunderstandings that used to happen.” Anas said calmly.
“Hah! What misunderstanding do you mean? Are you willing to open your own disgrace in front of these children? Yes, please!”
“Actually there is no disgrace whatsoever that I have to hide, I just want to straighten out the problem. Coincidentally, it's been a long time, too, anyway ... This woman once asked me about her mother.”
“How can you know that Wiwin son of Runa. You must have strong telepathy huh, as Dad?”
“What?”
Of course Anas was surprised by Basri's unchanging thoughts when for years, the man still accused him of having an affair with Runa.
“Wait, first ...” says Anas looks frowned at thinking. “What do Mr Basri accuse this Province of my son?”
“Yes, that's obvious, right? You've been caught in my wife's room twice!”
Hearing Basri's words, Anas laughed out loud even while holding his stomach, then, he looked at his watch as if he had something to do, according to the time.
“I'd like to straighten out for a moment, yes, sir. I don't have much time.”
Without waiting for Basri to answer, Anas recounts the chronology of events in which he was able to help Runa, just in time so that the woman could survive the loss of the baby in her mother's womb. It all happened accidentally. Then, suddenly Basri who arrived late immediately beat him, without first asking what happened.
Basri at that time was so tired added emotions that peaked to make his brain dead-end to think clearly, no wonder if men everywhere were when being ignited emotions then, then, it is not surprising that men everywhere are, it will be easy to do violence.
Nia who previously knew nothing, was astonished by everything she had heard just now. He did not believe what was said from the mouth of Anas to see Winsi who had shed tears, then he believed. Then, he also understood how hard the trials of life experienced by his friend.
How not heavy if during his life it turns out that the father never admitted himself as a child, especially after knowing if it turns out all was just a misunderstanding.
Basri listens to all of Anas's words with force as he is unlikely to get angry or run over the man in front of the children who are also in the same place.
She had not been able to temper herself when she saw Anas for the first time in years. He could not forget that face, the face that was the cause of his life was not calm every time he saw Winsi.
It is very happy to see his son who used to get violence from him is now an adult. There is guilt tucked in the heart even though the sense of insecurity is even greater.
After Anas finished talking and ended the story, Winsi stood up while wiping her tears.
He said, “Pak! If indeed you never believe or do not want to consider Wiwin son of Father, no problem, Mr.”
Tears suddenly flowed back down her cheeks but, she continued.
“Wiwin still have a father who is more affectionate, there is still Mas Adi who is very considerate, there is still Om Anas who is very good also a lot for science about selling.”
Winsi again paused his speech just to give his lungs a chance to breathe.
“So, Wiwin has no Father too! God is also dear. All men who love the same Wiwin is proof that God loves more!”
After saying that, Winsi walked to her room for a while and returned to her previous room while carrying a large envelope containing a proof.
The object that Winsi brought was the DNA test data he got from Erlan over a year ago. He had not had time to thank the man because every time they met or greeted by phone, they always seemed unfamiliar.
Now, however, the opportunity to use the results of DNA tests to prove the truth is ripe. Winsi reached out his hand and made sure that Basri read and saw him.
Basri looked up, looking at Winsi full of question marks with what was given to him.
“What is this?” asked Basri, opening the large white envelope.
“That's a DNA test result, sir. That's proof that you're not an adulteress, you're a good woman, sir! And I'm not a bastard.” Winsi said he eagerly explained the truth, not just for the sake of a confession, but because he wanted to straighten out a misunderstanding that was very detrimental to himself and his mother.
Basri took a quick look at Winsi, then he opened the large envelope and looked at the contents, read them carefully until he saw a truth. Instantly the man shed tears and looked back at his daughter with regretful eyes.
“Nisriya Province ...” Basri's voice vibrates calling Winsi, the girl is still busy wiping her tears that won't stop too.
“Wiwin, tuh Your father called,” Nia said while gently rubbing her friend's back, she also cried.
While Winsi like being swept away in another world that is different when hearing the voice of Basri. He seemed to be in disbelief being called in such a gentle voice by a person who had never once called his name!
"Thanks ...!" Basri repeated the call to his son.
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