Papa's Substitute for Altaf
Chapter 24's

("Foano? There's no editor's name on pf.") Reply Friends fellow writers at pf. Kejora.

["Eh, the hell time?"] Message Ratih send with the same feeling, curious.

["This entire time take me and guide me in the Foano editor's pf."] Trainer sent again.

("Eeh, let me ask you another one, if I don't have the editor's name.") Reply kejora later.

Ratih fell silent, thinking about who Foano was. If not the editor why he often contact her and ask for a script. Often invites him to discuss. Ratih also took the initiative to ask other fellow writers. It may be true, only the horror does not know. Some may know of an editor named Foano.

After asking here and there Ratih still did not get an answer about the editor named Foano.

"Are there really no editors named Foa? Why is it so weird?" Gumam Ratih sits among several products that are finished in packaging to be sent.

The Ring... Ring....

His phone rang, Ratih took his phone again, looking at the picture screen photo Cika with the sunset on a beach plastered there by the name of the editor Foa.

"Maybe I should ask the person directly." Mumbles Trainly sliding green button.

"Hello?"

["Today you're free?"]

"Yes, why?"

["Now where?"]

"Again in the shop."

["Okay, I'll pick you up, "]

"Eehh, where are you going?"

Kututut...

Train to see the screen hp, the connection has been broken. Foano's car has stopped in front of the shophouse. Ratih sat down next to Foa.

"Sory yes, I was driving the problem."

"Uumm.. Where are we going?"

"What time is Altaf coming home today?"

"It's normal, 11 o'clock."

"Where are you talking? Let's talk about your last manuscript, there are some parts you should revise."

"Whatever it is, anywhere is the same."

"Ke resto is aja deh. you have not eaten yet?"

"That's breakfast."

"Hmmmmmh.. Yes eat it. Do you want to go to my apartment?"

'Hmmm.... In his apartment there may be Cika or wife. No problem maybe?' thought Ratih, "OK on."

Foano and Ratih have arrived at Foa's apartment.

"Aren't you living in this town?" Ratih followed Foa's steps into his house.

"How long will you stay here?"

"MMM... Don't know yet, there's still something I have to do here." Foano replied lightly."Get in my study, I'll get you a drink."

"okay."

Before long Foa went into his study with two glasses of drinks and some snacks. I've been tinkering with Foano's laptop.

Foano sat beside Ratih, too close to make Ratih uncomfortable.

"What is this to refute?" Tanya Ratih slightly shifted her body away a few inches.

"Heem... In this and this part."

"Oohh, man,"

"I think there's some weird, I mean absurd."

Train a little laugh. Foano explained his absurd meaning, Ratih just listened. The eyes of the two met, the tremors appeared again.

Silence, only the sound of their breaths ringing out was heard.

"Mika... Whereabouts? I don't hear his voice." Ratih shifted his gaze as well as Foano.

'Yes my heart, Dig duh not koruan, aware Ratih, he's a man wife do not think of anything.' Inner Ratih cursed himself.

"When you go, it's out between her tutoring."

Ratih just boooh ria. Realizing at this time maybe they were just the two he felt very awkward and uncomfortable. Foano also seemed to steal occasional glances.

"Mmmm... Where's Cika's mom?" Ask Ratih to get rid of the awkwardness between them.

Foano smiled slightly.

"I've never seen him this whole time." Ratih tries to ward off awkwardness by looking around.

"He's gone."

"Go? Go where?"

"Go to a place we can't reach."

Ratih kept his mouth shut, surprised by the statement he had just heard.

"Well, Mama Cika's out of the country or what?"

Foano did not reply, only throwing a smile at him. "He's dead."

Practice closing your mouth that is reflexively open. He didn't know that his mother Cika was dead. There was a sense of relief in his heart, that meant, Foano a single-daughter widower. And he no longer needed to suppress his unclear feelings and continue to disturb it.

From there flows the story of Foa about his wife who died when Cika was a child. And until they settled temporarily in the city of Ratih.

"I'm so sorry. Cika must be very sad to lose her mother." Said Ratih also felt the same loss, he had lost his father who died when he was still in Junior High luck because at least he still remembers how the affection and struggle of the Father.

"At least we're luckier than you. Mas Indra remarried even if Altaf wanted to meet, we could still see him. Different from you... Aaahh, sorry... I'm a baper..." Said Ratih in a little laugh interlude and rubbed the end of his watery eyes.

Seriate.....