As Strong as the Mentari, as Soft as the Moon

Episode 48's. This kangen is yours...

My eyes looked at the matic motorbike parked in front of the shophouse area that I had now conjured up to be my place of business. The two-story shophouse I used as my farm. The ground floor I made a shop of knick knacks, supplies and unique decorations for the house that people commonly refer to as a homedecor. While the second floor I made a mini cafe that offers a variety of cakes and other light snacks as well as drinks including coffee and various juices. This is what I dreamed of since. And with my savings, I can make it happen.

It's been six months ago both of my efforts are glimpsed by customers. Not without effort until it can be like today. All thanks to the help of street children who impromptu become my marketing services at that time. So at the beginning of my business some street children will peddle sample cake and drinks to people who pass by while carrying sheets of promo paper. And the response was incredible. After more than two months of fighting with various crazy promotions, finally the efforts of street children bear sweet fruit. My efforts are going well. And now fifteen of my twenty employees are street children. They were recruited to be employees with several requirements, such as having to diligently take a bath, fragrant, neat clothes, long hair neatly arranged so short or neatly tied, can be colored, which is already tattooed wearing long clothes. I'm thankful they accepted all my requirements. Even when I offered schools a Package A, B, or C programs they were welcome.

I smiled looking at the frenzied visitors at the two efforts. "Sister Olivia.(my current alias)"Call an officer. "I'm permission. There's a test today. Can I?" he asked then while looking at me expectantly. "Alright." I said with a smile to one of my employees who took the Package C school. He also sumringah. Yuph. Almost some continue to school either the B package program at SMP level or the C package program at SMA level. But happy they actually like to do it, in addition to the exam costs I bear.

I was overwhelmed when I heard their stories first, when I met them for the first time. Especially when they are caught in legal trouble because of a case of delinquency. The case is not far from fights, theft to illegal drugs. When I asked them the reason for the theft and or the fight their answers left me dumbfounded. There are reasons for necessity, there are also reasons for solidarity. But not a few who tangle with all these negative activities. Like Danu and Rio for example. Both claim to never commit theft let alone treat. "Why do you prefer street life?" my many. The answer was simple, but it kept me quiet. "Happy. At home we are lonely. Both parents were busy causing trouble and eventually separated. Confused about who to choose, finally choose their own path" they explained. Another case with Latif, the fifteen-year-old teenager claimed to only follow-up. "Follow friends hanging out, eh fun. So the dech's continuity." he said, ending with laughter. It turns out that in addition to just having fun, influenced by friends, it could also be because the situation and family conditions are less conducive starting problems of family harmony, communication to religious education so affect the children. But whatever the reason they are now all options are on their own to give up or fight. Just like some street kids are doing with me right now. They are trying to work on improving themselves and appreciating themselves so that they become more meaningful to themselves.

The day is getting dusk. Mentari was perfect back to the contest and left only a little reddish color in the skyline. Even the lights have begun to decorate the streets. The dim light gives a little color to the streets around it. I, who was standing on a window in a room made into a mushola, stared at the dark sky. It's been almost a year and six months that I haven't had any news with Mirza's sister, my handsome husband. I miss it once. Is he still waiting for me to this day? I don't know.. I'm gamang. I went back and forth to the debit card that Mirza once gave me. A card I never used. "What are you doing, my handsome husband? Do you feel as sorry for me as I do for you?" I'm ingrained. This kangen is torturing me so much, but what is my power. Disappointment overwhelms me even more until my courage to meet you recedes. If we don't see each other again, I hope you're happy with Amara and maybe you've grown up with your son. As I remember when I left Amara was pregnant with your child.

Six o'clock in thirty minutes. Still in the same room. I put a piece of blue paper in an envelope that was also blue. A letter to my mom and dad. The letter I send once a month. For a while, it was this media that became the connector of my kangen for both. Even so, the confidentiality of my identity and whereabouts was maintained, because I used the address of one of my employees. My name was changed to Olivia. Hope everything's okay.

I went back to silence. My eyes glared as my mind wandered. I admit tonight I'm getting kangen. I don't know why, I don't know for sure. There was clearly a longing so intense. "Do I have to call him or maybe see him? especially Mirza. Ah, I don't know" I muttered as I flipped through the phone in my hand.

Sis.." said a clerk when he found me. "Cupcake in the storefront out. Once again a glamorous-looking mistress bought him" said Dara, granddaughter of Fat's grandmother, the supervisor of my cafe. "O...?" I said as I turned my body and looked at him. "It has been more than three times the madam bought everything, sister" said Dara sumringah. Meanwhile I was confused. My heart is curious. "Who is that lady?"lirih. "Is it related to me?" i'm entangling. If once or twice it's normal, but this is more than three times. Out of my curiosity, I didn't realize that my feet were stepping towards the cafe. My eyes were circling the room. "Is the Madam still here?" I asked Dara. "Yes brother. He was sitting in the right corner at one o'clock" said Dara. I immediately turned my eyes to the place Dara meant. My soul rippled as it stared at the back of a woman who turned her back on me. My heart is no less awesome beating erratically. My steps became fast because of my curiosity. And now our distance is just a few steps away. Then I stopped the step. Suddenly I doubt. "What if she's Mirza's sister's mother? I'm..." Slowly but surely my steps receded. One of them left the place.

"Why doubt, sister Olivia?" say a voice behind me. A voice I know very well. The voice of a man who became my guard some time ago. But I'm afraid to speculate, until only the tip of his shoe can I look at. "Don't hesitate, ma'am." he said again. Hearing the call, my heart strengthened and became convinced that the man before me was indeed Keanu's brother. "SISTER...?" my words stopped when I looked at her smiling face. "Yes, I'm Keanu's brother. Your childhood husband" she whispered near my ear. "Sister Keanu." I said softly. "Yes, my wife." whispered again. "Ah, Brother Keanu is there" I said with a smile and almost hit his arm, but I stopped when I saw several pairs of eyes looking at me. "And.." I said, pointing to the woman who was still on my back. "Look at yourself." said Keanu. My heart became more curious. If my guess is correct she must be Vienna's mama. I immediately went around the table where the woman called Madam by Dara was right in front of her. I was half-strangled to see him and it certainly made Brother Keanu laugh. "Mama Vienna...!" my yelling. Although I could have expected it, I was still surprised. I also meant to hug him. But the gesture of his hand made me undo my intentions. "wait. Let mama finish this delicious cupcake." he said, bribing the last cup of cake into his mouth. "Mama.." I said a little exasperatedly. "Done...!" mama Vienna said as she stood up and hugged me. "Bad kid. Go not say. Mama was worried" said Mama as she pulled my veil-covered ear. "Again, Ma...Yes, sorry" I said, looking around. Hadeuuh.lost my authority in front of my employees if this is the case. I'm ingrained.

Eight o'clock is thirty minutes. Mama Vienna chose to leave the two of us at the cafe with a few visitors who still survive to enjoy a snack while chatting casually. Want to shop below, so the reason mom . "Em, it doesn't feel like you've been missing for almost a year and six months. Mobile phone is not active, sosmed is also not active, the letter is not sent. Is it not kangen." said brother Keanu while glancing at me. I smile. "Kange. Kangeeeeen. But I have not been able to accept all the events of the past" I said with a distant look. "I mean miss me" he asked expressionlessly. "Em, kangen too. Kangen is always guarded and cared for" I said clumsily. "Yes, how's Mirza?" my question made Keanu's brother smile thinly. "This is the question I've been waiting for" he chuckled. I'm manyun. "Behold, Miss Mirza... I'm not his bodyguard anymore. I have resigned. So I don't know anymore" said Keanu, looking at me. "Why?" I was briefly curious. "Because I no longer have a reason to be around him" he said. And again he rattled my head slowly. I smiled and got the answer and the treatment.

"You haven't forgiven him?" ask Brother Keanu as we go down the stairs. "I have forgiven you. But to be back with her I have not thought" I said. "Thank God." he said, which made me stop and look at him. "At least you've forgiven him. May you soon have the best decision" said Keanu, sighing. "O.yeah" I answered briefly without confirming his expectations.

Eight o'clock is fifty-five minutes. After accompanying mama around and bought some items both are shy. I wave my hand to accompany the departure of Mr. Keanu and mama Vienna. There is a relief when meeting the two, but also a concern. If Brother Keanu could find me easily, what about sister Mirza who has a lot of connections. "Yes, Robb.please help your servant" I said softly.

Ten o'clock past fifteen minutes. The shop is closed. And all the officers have returned to their homes. Except for me, Dara, Rio and Danu because we're going to overtime prepare some snacks that have run out. Preparations began according to my instructions. Before I started, I stood back to look out the window. My eyes stared at the sky this time decorated with stars with the moon hanging perfectly. I was amazed to see the radiance of the moon that so calmed the soul of anyone who looked at him. Then my eyes accidentally stared at a car parked across the street from the store. My soul rippled as I watched the car.

Drrt...Drrt...Drrt...

The store phone shimmered a few times leaving us all shocked and looking at each other. I almost speculated because of my surprise. Dara also took the initiative to pick up the phone. Repeatedly Dara answered with the same word made me curious. Then Dara looked at me and gave me a cell phone. "Who...?" my whisper that Dara immediately answered with a gesture on her shoulder. Maybe if I meant that he didn't know who was on the other end of the phone. "Hallo.." I said opening the conversation. "Fara.." said a voice that of course I know. "Sister Keanu...?" I said a little bragging my eyes to overcome my shock. "I put Satria in front of the shop. I'm worried about your safety. Roy or Mr. Darius are so intensely looking for you. He's still obsessed with you" Keanu said. "Is that a black car?"I asked while staring out the window watching the car that was parked. "Yes. After I hang up this phone, if he plays a flashlight on his phone then it's really Satria" Keanu said. "Yes, brother. Thanks.." I hung up the phone. My eyes did not turn away from the car parked across the street from my shop. And sure enough no more than two minutes, a cell phone shimmered from inside the car. The founder seemed to follow a rhythm.

"Who, sister.." asked Rio, Danu and Dara almost simultaneously. "Remember my sister's friend this afternoon?" my words were immediately answered by the three with a nod of the head. "He sent someone to look after us" I said. "Wow, we have a bodyguard" Danu and Rio said, giggling. While Dara and I looked at each other and smiled at the two men.

Eleven o'clock past fifteen minutes. Cupcake production begins. Shown back to the time before. When making cupcakes with sister Mirza. I love the cupcakes that are made. Those were the happiest times for me. "Sister.." said Dara while gesturing to her own face. I regained my senses and quickly wiped away the tear melts that had just flowed away. Yeah, Robb. But what should I do. I'm ingrained. I'm speechless. I thought back to wandering around the figure of a handsome man who was far away there...