BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

26. Looking for Yuni

I don't know what I should do. I really can't think. Even my hands were shaking from hearing the confession of someone I didn't know, about to commit suicide. He will end his life.

"You why Ra?" asked Ken, he seemed to realize my behavior was so restless.

"Some one is suicidal. How'this?" I'm really confused.

"Silent. Slow story so I can think."

I told him slowly about what just happened. "I don't know who he is, where he lives, what his phone number is." I said.

"Now borrow our computer." he took over my computer. Then start checking one by one incoming email. "Can!" he immediately recorded the identity in the email.

Juliana Yuni. Phone number 0813xxxxx. The address is in the bamboo cottage housing, South Jakarta.

"Oh my God, why can't I think like this" I said, hitting my forehead.

All email requests to vent from the reader, usually already include his identity in full. Starting from the full name, phone number, address and additional identity.

If the bio is complete, then I will give the office phone number, complete with exstention in order to connect with me.

"Would you leave now or stay there?" Ken broke my daydream.

"Well, you're leaving." I hurried out, after grabbing the bag.

Arriving at the parking lot, I realized that today I did not bring a motorbike. If you have to take a taxi it is not possible, because you still have to look for an address. That's why I decided to go back in and borrow Aya's bike. But not yet entered, Ken has blocked my steps.

"Where else are you going, Ra?" ask Ken.

"I didn't bring a motor this morning. Want to minjam Aya motorbike first." I said.

"No, just get in my car!"

Without further ado, Ken pulled the end of my bag so I had to follow him. But in front of the entrance again I was just dumbstruck. Time should be one vehicle the same man who is not a mahram.

"Why? Oh yeah, I get it. We're not mahram yet. You just sit in the back. If you're still worried, open my window." suddenly the back door of Ken's car automatically opens.

I went in because I had no other choice. Let's hope this falls into the category of urgency, so that it does not sin.

The smell of coffee immediately smelled in my nose as soon as it entered Ken's car. The sports car I'm estimating costs over a billion. A car with a very smooth engine.

"It feels like the driver and the employer are Ra" Ken said.

"I'm sorry" I said.

"Hahaha, it's nothing. I hope tomorrow is not like this."

"Yes .. yes. No more hitchhiking tomorrow!" I snorted in annoyance.

"Who also forbids you from hitching a ride on Ra. Think of your own car as okay, too."

"Seriously? This car must be expensive. You can't carelessly talk to someone else. Who am I anyway?"

"dance ... Rara's. You're really adorable huh." Ken's head bobbles. I caught the smile that appeared on her lips. A smile that is rarely seen because I thought Ken was kind of a cool guy.

"Udah, just focus on the address!" I speak firmly. Then start switching to google map so as not to get the wrong address.

Thanks to the sophistication of technology, I was finally able to find Yuni's address which was apparently not too far from my home. As soon as I got to the yard, I jumped down.

"Assynolajet. Yuni Mbak. Yuni Ma'am!" call me.

"Ra, come to people's houses there's also an adabnya. Don't scream like that." Ken reminded.

"It's in Ken's emergency. I usually know there's a cork."

"Yes, yeah."

"Yuni Maam! Excuse me!"

"Sorry, is this really Yuni's house?" my many.

"Yes. This is Yuni's house. Who is this mom?" ask the woman.

"I'm Rara. That this mother?"

"I mbok Jum, the maid in this house."

"Oh so. I'm Rara mbok. I was called by Yuni."

"Oh so. From morning I haven't even met neng Yuni" said mbok Jum.

"Where did Yuni go mbok?" i wondered.

"There's this house too. But from yesterday I didn't go out of his room. Already know about the news that befell the future husband neng Yuni?"

"Already ... already mbok. Now I can see Yuni. Is he okay."

"Why, why mbak?"

"Udah, just look at mbok. Please yes!"

Maybe because it was still surprising, but because I kept pushing, finally mbok Jum entered as well. Not long after he came out.

"Neng Yuni did not answer me" said mbok Jum.

"Yes Allah ... then I have permission to enter ya mbok." without the need to wait for permission from mbok Jum, I immediately cheered into followed by mbok Jum who was still astonished, also Ken.

I know getting into people's homes without permission is impolite. But again this is urgent, I have no other choice.

"Mbak Yuni ... Yuni Mbak. This is Rara mbak. Please open the door!" my door. There's no answer. I gestured to Ken, he understood, then forward.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim." Bukkk .. bukkk.

"What the hell, Rara, is the door being broken?" mbok Jum immediately protested with what Ken did. "Whose sister is Rara? Why did it break neng Yuni's room door? My employer will be angry, ma'am!"

Bukkk .. bukkk. Door immediately dislodged. The three of us were stunned to see the figure of the woman lying on the floor with her mouth full of foam.

"Yuni Maam!" I screamed hysterically.

"Neng Yuni ... astagfirullah, what happened? Why is it like this. Sister Rara, neng Yuni why is this? O Allah Gusti, I must say what father mother. Where they go to Bogor. Oh my God." mbok Jum cried hysterically.

"Mbok, I'll take Ms. Yuni to the nearest hospital. Please tell her mom and dad." I said. Assisted by Ken, I carried Yuni's body to the car.

In the front yard was gathered neighbors who were confused to hear the noise mbok Jum who had shouted to prevent Ken from breaking the door.

"Lho, that's Yuni!"

"Why with Yuni?"

"The cocks of his mouth are foaming?"

"Don't he kill himself like Reno?"

"Oh my God, there's just. This is called karma. After forcing others, he himself committed suicide."

"If the edges want to die why force everyone else?"

"Basic of not strong faith. Spoiled child anyway, because of love until reckless like that."

"It is with great pity that Heru's father and mother, his most beloved daughter, end up like this. After his girlfriend died, he chose suicide."

Those slanted sentences were clearly caught in my ears. I am a nobody but Yuni is hot to hear it. Why are there so many people like that, who like to judge others. Even if there is a mistake, it is not our duty to judge, especially in such a very hard way!