"Father," Rasita's mellow voice called him. A voice that he only heard through the phone, now had become flesh in front of his mature eyes. His flesh and blood, Rasita Angga.
"You came, you finally came," Maryono whispered, his hands in the air not knowing what to do with his movement as the missing son stepped over the gate to walk confidently to his home. Walking back home.
Maryono toyed with the words over and over again. The son that he had missed so much and came in his dreams day and night finally showed his face again.
What month was this? Oh, December . . . What a perfect month to end every waiting that he had done all his life. Maryono had murmured to the sky, to the ground, that he wanted to meet his son more than anything. And now the universe had heard his wish and granted it.
"You're here, you're back," he whispered.
