"Indra..." Malika said Indra's name softly. Their teary eyes met each other as if they felt the same feeling.
"Please come in, Malika!" Indra said to invite Malika to enter. Malika nodded with a sweet little smile and began to look down.
Indra protected the top of the car door with his hand so that Malika's head wouldn't stumble, and he put his other hand on the baby's head so he wouldn't stumble on the other side.
For the first time, Indra touched his flesh and blood. So deeply moved by Indra, he forgot to let go of his hand from the stick that was initially supporting his body, even the stick now only rests freely on Indra's body.
Tears could not be held back and immediately flowed down Indra's cheeks when he felt how soft the little hair was touched on his fingers.
'My dear child. I'm your papa, son!' Indra said to himself as he closed his eyes. Indra felt a happy sensation welling up in his heart.
