The Successor of the Family
Gathering

"Mr Frank is not in place because there is an important event outside. Mr. Frank was at the college where Nak Fikri was, "the security guard replied.

"Ficri? Grandma Hulim's granddaughter?" ask Andre again to convince the security guard if he knows all the information about Frank.

"Yes, sir. How do you know that Nak Fikri Grandma Hulim's granddaughter? The owner of this company" the security guard asked.

"Frank and Fikri used to stay at my house. Little Fikri was very familiar with my children but lost communication due to his move abroad," replied Andre full of confidence.

The guard nodded his head in understanding. He believes that it is not wrong to provide information. Moreover, Andre is like knowing about the ins and outs of Frank and Grandma Hulim. Maybe it is true if the man in front of him is one of Frank's close relatives or friends.

Andre who had obtained the information also went directly to the Fikri campus. In his heart, he was very happy because he easily fooled the security guard in Granny Hulim's company. But he pity if the security guard was affected because of him later. Let it be a matter of hindsight, the important thing is that he can find his son and wife.

***

"Where are they?" murmured Andre who had entered the Fikri campus area.

Andre just went straight to the campus of Fikri with enthusiasm. Arriving there he immediately sought the existence of Frank. But for almost half an hour he circled the campus, there was no visible trunk at all.

"Maybe I should ask the students here. Especially there are many people who seem to be waiting for the event" he said.

Andre immediately approached one of the students there. Using the country's eloquent language, he tried to inquire about Fikri's existence. He only hoped that Fikri would participate in this activity.

"Do any of you know Fikri? Students from Indonesia with a major in business management," asked Andre.

"Yes, we know Fikri. Soon he will be performing with his band. Maybe now he is in the backstage" said one of the students who was there.

Andre nodded his head with a satisfied smile. He will be waiting for Fikri to appear in this event. He was sure that Frank would also be in this place. He just kept looking around to make sure he didn't miss anything from there.

Prok... Prok... Prok...

Before long, Fikri went on stage with his other friends. Just contact all who saw him immediately clapped his hands. Andre who saw it now grew convinced. Moreover, the young man on the stage was indeed the Fikri he knew.

"Sister Fikri... Playing his guitar is good," shouted a young man with the responsibility of using the strict Indonesian language.

Hearing a familiar voice in his life, Andre immediately shifted his gaze. Andre's eyes widened when he saw his youngest son was also there. The one who screamed encouragement to Fikri was Alan.

"Alan.." murmured Andre with teary eyes.

There Alan stood while continuing to cheer to give spirit to Fikri. His face looks very happy. Different from when he was with her. There was only a depressed and sad face. Though he is his own father, but to give a smile to Alan alone is very difficult.

"Kok kaya someone worried about Alan yes," muttered Alan who immediately circulated his gaze towards the surroundings.

Andre who saw that just turned his eyes away. He even fixed the position of his sunglasses. He immediately pretended to focus on seeing the show presented by Fikri and his friends.

***

"But if you're blind, look at it on stage. Ah or maybe it's just a person who is not sane," he murmured who then focused on the stage.

After Fikri finished doing the action on the stage, Alan just headed backstage. There were Frank, Granny Hulim, and Nadia. Indeed, the three had chosen to sit briefly backstage because Grandma Hulim's legs were a little sore.

Andre who saw Alan leave immediately followed him. He would never be willing to lose track of his son again. He follows Alan from a distance so that the man does not realize his existence.

"Mother.." exclaimed Alan who immediately ran to hug Nadia.

"Out... The promise of this handsome mother's son. How's Kak Fikri performing?" ask Nadia.

"good. His guitar playing is amazing. Alan wants to also learn the guitar" cried Alan enthusiastically.

"Mending you learn drums, deck. You like to hit," said Fikri to give advice.

"She doesn't like the drum. He likes to hit people" Alan said, nodding his head and releasing his arms from Nadia.

"No, you can hit that guy, son. Not good," said Nadia.

"But your husband hit Alan's cheek yesterday. Means your husband is not good dong," said Alan made Nadia's heart pinched.

Degs...

Even without them all noticing, Andre was right behind his fifth seat. Andre's heart felt stabbed and crushed by invisible objects. Her heart ached when her youngest child would not call her by papa's call.

Even now Nadia, Grandma Hulim, Frank, and Fikri immediately fell silent. They could not evade and refute the words of Alan. Moreover, all of that has already happened and is seen in plain sight.

"Cock on silent gini anyway? Let's go watch those dances, "take Alan to Fikri.

Even Alan immediately took Fikri away with his enthusiastic face. Regardless of the adults whose faces are sad. They were like they were thinking of something that only an adult could solve.

"Did you hear me, Nad? The call for Andre has changed. He even calls Andre your husband" said Grandma Hulim, still shocked by what really happened.

"Yes, grandma. Nadia also did not expect that Alan would say such a thing. Is he still hurting? It seems to take him away from other families, it is still difficult for him to erode the heartache" said Nadia with teary eyes.

Nadia wants her family to be together and reunite. But it seems difficult because Alan looks to hold a grudge against Andre. Nadia sighed, trying to calm herself down.

"Patience... Maybe he can say normal or have forgiven Andre because of the incident. But his brain will certainly not be easy to forget it," said Grandma Hulim calm Nadia.

"He's..."