He's Not The Best
86. Sired

Sired

Winsi saw the look on Waila's enthusiastic face while taking a deep breath then, she said as she stepped out of her room.

“You want to know?”

Waila nodded.

“Why don't you just call her if you really want to know her at home or everywhere?”

“Win ..” Nafadi said as Winsi approached the door where he was standing.

“Mas, I go home first, My mother is sick. I will be here again if I have started active college.”

Nafadi just nodded and invited Winsi home. While Waila kept whining to come along.

 Winsi had gotten used to taking off her footwear every time she wanted to enter the house, therefore while she was still tying her duly and hearing Waila's whining, she turned to Nafadi and said.

“If you want to come, you may but, I only ordered one ticket. If you order now, you can't be together. Still, not necessarily Erlan is at home .. if not wrong, he is still testing.  So, I guess I can't go home.”

Winsi has been booking tickets online, since she finished taking the call. He was only silent during the trip home from the restaurant to the House of Nafadi while his hands, busy surfing the internet looking for a plane headed to Jakarta that could take him flying at that time.

 Fortunately, he had lunch, so he could leave as soon as possible.

“Oh, yes already, why the hell do you not want to talk from earlier?” ask Waila while approaching to Winsi.

“I again males talking about.” Winsi said as he folded his hands in front of his chest.

“Basic! Don't dream that Erlan likes you.” Waila said as she walked to her room. Actually he was quite tired because he had just returned from a picnic to a tourist park with his friends. When he got home he had to face an unpleasant situation, making him even more upset.

“Lala!” call the man to Waila, it's his favorite call. The man thought that the attitude of his son was possible, because indeed he himself was always pampering him.

When her mother was still there, she would have hired Waila and, when her mother was gone a year ago, Nafadi behaved similarly. Lately he has only realized his mistake of always pampering his son.

Meanwhile, Winsi pensively thought for a moment about Waila's words to him. He wondered in his heart, could he really dream, if there was a man who really liked him? Does he deserve to be judged so lowly by a woman, then, how does a man then judge him, if he knows about his past?

He looked at the Breath that could do nothing.

“I go first, Mas!”

“Excuse me, Waila huh?”

“What's wrong, Mas.”

Winsi went to the airport alone, because Waila needed her father's presence more than Winsi. Nafadi just ordered a taxi and paid the fare for Winsi.

“Ke Airport yes, Mbak?” ask the taxi driver when Winsi is already sitting in it. With the sound and language of the area is very thick.

“Ya!” Winsi answered briefly, then she turned her head towards the taxi driver in front of her.

“Quick, yes Sir. Afraid to be late.

“Good, Ma'am!”

Winsi was actually upset with the driver who called her mbak, as if she was a woman who was old enough to deserve to be called so. But he understood because he was just a passenger who passed by only once.

‘Why, everywhere people always remind me of that man? Shitty!’ batin Winsi while exhaling a rough breath.

“Do you want to go home?” asked the driver in the middle of their trip, while the car was speeding.

Winsi looked at the man in front of him and was driving it fixedly. It feels strange if a driver interferes in the personal affairs of his passengers, especially this time the man uses the word you, which seems familiar even as if they know each other.

“Sorry, Sir! Have we known before?”

After Winsi finished speaking, the man opened the round hat that covered his head, and was immediately stunned.

“Bapak?”

The man looked at Winsi from behind the rearview mirror, then saw the girl's face paled and there was even a puddle of water in his eyes.

“Alhamdulillah, you still remember Mr.”

The man was Basri, he had not expected to meet his daughter whom he had once wasted in this place. He remembered all his bad deeds to the woman.

After her official divorce with Runa back then, she never calmed down and had trouble sleeping. In fact, he had no intention of finding another wife anymore. All because of such a great guilt.

He kept thinking, how could a man who professed faith like himself, who performed prayers and fasts but, always did bad to other human beings?

If he did not believe Winsi was really his biological child, wouldn't he be able to give him affection as a fellow human being. Not fellow Muslims are like brothers and one body, if some limbs are sick, then the whole body will feel it.

But what he did was very inhumane. That's what he regrets the most. He was too easy to follow the steps of the demon who teased him, to insult Winsi, even he had tried to strangle him just because Nira, the woman who was not clear of origin.

Basri has left his hometown in Jakarta and followed his friend's invitation to become a taxi driver in Yogyakarta. He sold a house that was in one area with an Arkan house, and they used to live together.

After the house was sold, he used his money to buy a small house there and used the rest, for daily necessities, before he earned a monthly salary.

That's how Basri is today, being a taxi driver. His old truck car, old age, often broke down and requires very expensive maintenance costs if, continuously used to transport goods. So, now the truck was just sitting in front of his little house now.

Basri stopped his car and pulled over, by the roadside then, he turned his body to look at his son's face up close and the man shed tears.

Winsi was crying, her tears were already rushing down her cheeks. He wiped his rough cheeks and returned the mature man's gaze sharply. He also did not expect if he would meet a father who had never recognized him as a child.

It is still clear in the memory of the girl, all Basri to her though, they did not meet long enough, that it was more than six years ago, the last time they met. Even the man he called father, almost killed him before he and his mother were imprisoned.

“Do you want to go home?” Asked the man again while wiping away his tears.

Winsi. Sadness was still clearly reflected on his face.

“Forcuse me, yes Nak?”

“Do what apologize, sir? Am I just an illegitimate child?”

Deg. At that time Basri's heart seemed to lose one beat.

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