Sacred In Stain
Don't Discard!

Khalisa 17. Don't Discard!

Start button is turned on. Yudhis pulled the seatbelt to wear it. The movement of his hands stopped when he glanced at Khalisa who was even dizzy outside the door of his car while occasionally rubbing his nape.

Yudhis knew he was being hunted by time. However, for some reason now he even adds to the hassles in his time due to the eroded care that arises uninvited.

Lowering the window glass, Yudhis cried out loudly. “Come in! Why stay there?

“Eh, i-it's anu, sa-I'm sitting where, sir?” ask Khalisa awkward bin clumsy.

“Sitting in front. I'm not your driver!” he started to get dizzy from his own concern.

Slowly and carefully, Khalisa opened the black shiny car door and sat in the seat next to the steering wheel, sitting close to the window after the car door was locked.

“Wear the belt,” Yudhis command before stepping on the gas pedal.

Khalisa nodded slowly in response. Although clumsy, he tried to control his trembling hand. Khalisa was hit awkwardly instead of playing, it turned out more comfortable sitting on the back of the open tub car than now.

Yudhis felt his hands itchy and anxious to see the sagging of the young mother he was about to deliver. Carrying a toddler using a rag, in his left hand holding a crackle bag, and in his right hand carrying a box of food wrappers that are no longer contained. As Yudhis knows, the package is a food menu packaging that is devoted to children in ready-to-eat restaurants that he has just visited.

“Why isn't his food discarded? What is the trash brought home for? Also, default Mbak looks very troublesome.” Yudhis pointed the index finger at Khalisa's right hand.

“Endak boyeh!” shouted Afkar, the boy who had been quietly in his mother's arms, took the object from Khalisa's hands, holding it tightly, like a valuable item that was afraid of being stolen. Understandably, this is the first moment Afkar went to buy this kind of food. Therefore Khalisa brought home cardboard packaging that people usually throw away, because Afkar really liked it.

“This toy has Af, endak boyeh throw away,” he added again with a throbbing lip accompanied by a flatulence chest.

“Eh, Honey, why is Af screaming? It can't be, son. Not polite,” he said remain gentle, telling his son with tenderness of affection. Khalisa felt bad for his son's reaction to the lawyer, glanced at Yudhis at a glance and whispered again to the son.

Pensive, Yudhis noticed a gentle interaction with Khalisa's assertiveness with his son who seemed very close emotionally. Judging correctly, the woman sitting in the chair next to him is still fairly young to hold the title as the mother of a toddler child. Guessing in the mind, Yudhis estimated his age in the range of 21 years, the age of which for Yudhistira is a phase of being intensively pursuing education also achieve ideals.

A hint of admiration ripples out, observing how a young mother gives an understanding of the child's mistakes without snapping. Patience explained and able to control the emotions of the child, seen from how the cute boy with the puffed cheek nodded when his mother spoke slowly.

“Om, Af apologetic,” Afkar's great-grandson, looked at Yudhis timidly with his innocent eyes.

A small laugh rose on Yudhishthira's face, his eyes curling with smiles, adding to his good looks and charisma many times over. Khalisa's viewing power is still normal, not denying that he is quite impressed and fascinated. Plus the lawyer also has a single dimple on his right cheek that sweetens his beautiful sculptures.

Yudhis received Afkar's tiny hand with a big smile, feeling funny and compassionate towards the boy at the same time.

“Before sorry-sorry, we must first acquaintance, hotshot. Hello, Om, Yudhistira Lazuardi. What's your name?” his tan, his intonation cheerful, made Afkar's awkwardness liquid instantly.

“Halo, Om. I'm Af, Afkal. His son Unda,” is excited by his adorable lisp pronunciation. “Maafin Af yes Om, said Unda Af subtly sorry it's tickled instead, it endak copan.”

“Same-sama, Af. I'm sorry too, yeah. I don't know if it's a toy. Don't hold it tight anymore. Om promise I won't throw it away.”

The driving journey of Yudhis this time felt different, Afkar's chatter that made the atmosphere of driving it which is usually quiet to be cheerful. Khalisa had whispered several times to his son not to ask Yudhis too much about what was seen in the streets that passed, but Yudhis responded enthusiastically interspersed with laughter until Afkar fell asleep exhausted.

“Thank you, Sir. It helped me twice. Sorry, trouble again.” Khalisa expressed his gratitude as soon as he arrived in front of the house.

“May no third time,” joked Yudhis, smile, feel happy for no reason.

“Be careful on the road, Sir.” Khalisa nodded awkwardly, closed the car door and the black X-Pander sped quickly into the gas from there.

“Unda, there was a father's obil, ” Afkar's great-grandson suddenly, was distracted from his sleep when Khalisa laid him on the bed.

“Dad? Over where? I'm going with grandma again. Same with Dad?” khalisa. Put a pull cloth and sit on the edge of the mattress. Gently caressing the jewel of his heart.

Afkar seemed to think then shook his head. “Mau Unda. Want to Unda aja,” said Afkar repeatedly. Holding tightly onto Khalisa's arm, as if afraid of abandonment.

Seriate.