Edible Oil

3. Liana's Healing

Baskara looked at her daughter Liana, who was asleep beside her wife Sania, for two weeks Liana had never slept well, she always screamed and cried in fear like a madman. He sat on the sofa facing Liana's bed, before long he slept quietly on the sofa.

"For Dad, in the morning your mother sleeps here with me" Liana said cheerfully.

"For my son, you're awake" said his mother. Baskara who fell asleep on the sofa woke up with a commotion made by her daughter.

"For the father's son" said Baskara.

"Morning." Reply Liana while kissing her father's forehead.

"Mom, Liana laper. Liana's stomach kayaking for two weeks doesn't eat" Liana said.

Baskara and Sania looked at each other, "Liana would like in what masakin for breakfast?" Ask Sania later.

"Ceplok egg fried rice doused with a lot of sweet soy sauce" said Liana excited.

"Yes, I went to the kitchen first." Sania left her daughter and her husband to go to the kitchen.

"Bik Ros, make Liana's favorite breakfast well." he ordered Rosita's maid.

"Ready, Mom." Rosita hurried to prepare her employer's request.

Sania pulls up the chair and sits opposite Miranda and her son Felix.

"For Mom," said the two.

"Morning." Sania took the wheat bread and smeared it with hazelnut-flavored jam.

"Where is Liana?" Ask Miranda.

Sania stopped the spread she was doing on the bread and stared intently at her two children. "Don't tell Liana anything that's happened in these two weeks, okay!"

"Include you, Bik." Threaten Sania again.

Bik Rosita nodded quickly while Miranda and Felix threw their eyes at her mother. Soon Baskara appears with Liana to the dining room.

"Morning," said Liana.

"Morning," Miranda replied cheerfully.

Felix just smiled and greeted his mother and then his father. " Mom, Dad, Felix went to college first."

"Be careful, son," said Sania replying to her son's saying.

"It's not her hope." Bik Rosita put the fried rice Liana's request.

"Ashiik, Bik Rosita is the best deh thank you Bik," said Liana happy.

"Sir, please prepare a work shirt for Father well," Sania ordered to Rosita.

"Ready Ma'am, which one is for today?" Ask Bik Rosita.

"The black dress is the same maroon color shirt, the black tie is gold line yes Bik, his socks are already near the shoes Bibik lap aja his shoes for a while," said Sania gave the order.

"Good ma'am, excuse me first," Sania nodded at Rosita's parting.

"Mom, no night do not wait for father, father does not come home there is little work," said Baskara.

"Yes Well," said Sania understand.

After breakfast and changing clothes Baskara immediately glided to his office which stands majestically in the center of the capital of East Kalimantan.

PT. TAKA JAYA is a well-known contracting company in the city, hundreds of tenders he won and never failed in building something led him to become the richest man in East Kalimantan.

Hundreds of hectares of his oil palm and rubber plantations are lined up widely in the interior of Mahakam, several coal barges that cross the Mahakam river are also listed on behalf of his PT. Although he has an office in Samarinda, he still chooses to live in Tenggarong city.

A magnificent house that stands upright in the suburbs is a place for him and his family to take shelter. Twenty kilometers from downtown Tenggarong there is a Villa that he owns that no one knows except his wife Sania.

Baskara pensively recalled her sister Sabina who died a few days ago, fond childhood memories in the small village of Pondok Labu where they were born made her tears flow a little.

The knock on the door made her quickly wipe away the tears that were soaking down her cheeks.

"Lake in," he said.

"Excuse me sir" said Fery, his assistant.

"Sit down" replied Baskara.

"Terouble what!" Cut the baskara in high tones.

"That's sir, Abah Agus refused and insisted not to let go of it for the Mall construction project, the others have been sorted out only he is difficult to overcome," said Fery with fear.

"Gobl! Just one tickle you can't handle!" Baskara kicked the table hard.

"Sorry sir," said Fery increasingly afraid.

"Bring me there." Baskara's Command.

Fery also brought Baskara to the house of Abah Agus who was in Tenggarong opposite. Baskara stared at Abah Agus' house from inside the car for quite a while.

"You wait outside" Baskara ordered Fery.

After Fery came out, Baskara took something from his briefcase. A small bottle of reddish-black oil, he took the oil with a small cuttom bud and applied the oil to his palm.

He rubbed the oil on his palms and rubbed it on his eyebrows and cheeks. He took once more the nearly exhausted oil and placed it in the palm of his hand.

Baskara got out of the car and went straight to Abah Agus' simple house typical of the nautical house.

"Assalamualaikum," said Fery greeting.

"Wallaikumsalam," said Abah Agus, the face of Abah Agus immediately turned tense when he saw Fery's face.

"Good day, Abah." Baskara held out her hand towards Abah Agus.

"Good day" Abah Agus greeted with doubt Baskara's hand.

Baskara grasped Abah Agus' hand long enough and tightly when shaking hands.

"Please sit down" Abah Agus invited his guests to sit on the pandan mat.

"Mother, Mamak," called Abah Agus to his wife.

"Yes Bah" his wife said, revealing the room curtain.

"Please drink tea for etam guests" Abah ordered agus to his wife.

(Please make tea for our guests)

"Yes Bah." Abah Agus' wife went to the kitchen.

Fery was confused by the change in attitude of Abah Agus, previously let alone offer a drink to see his face at the door only he had driven him violently.

"Look, the purpose of us coming here must be Abah already knows for that I want to ask again how Abah's next decision, Abah, whether Abah is willing to release Abah land in accordance with what is offered by our company or not." Shoot Baskara straight to the talking point.

"Please drink the tea," said Abah Agus' wife while shoving tea on her guests.

"How's Abah?" Ask Baskara again.

"Change." Abah Agus's wife held her husband's hand tightly and stared with a gaze rejecting Baskara's offer.

Abah Agus looked at his wife for a long time, while Fery also seemed restless beside Baskara waiting for Abah Agus' answer. For two months he tried to persuade Abah Agus to release his land for the construction of the Mall in the city of Tenggarong but always failed.

"All right." Abah Agus.

Abah Agus's wife went into the room crying she did not expect her husband who was so sturdy and firmly defending the inheritance from his in-laws was so easy to give up the land to Baskara.

While Baskara smiled satisfied all the way back to the office because it managed to solve problems that hampered the construction of the Mall to be done by his company.

"It's getting the rest done and starting construction as soon as possible." Baskara pushed the signed file to Fery.

"Okay sir, excuse me." Pamit Fery then walked towards the door.

"Wait," call Baskara. "Cancel all meetings today and divert tomorrow, I have important business. So don't bother me until tomorrow" Baskara continued.

"Ready Sir.'' Fery closed the door slowly.

Baskara remembered the oil in the bottle that began to thin he immediately took his car keys and drove fast towards his hidden villa.

He lay his body on the sofa facing the fireplace staring blankly at the embers that let out a fine spark that flew over the chimney, a hint of regret present in the recesses of his heart.

Recalling clearly by the heavy demand he had to do, he had refused and stalled time but as a result Liana became crazy due to the rejection. And he was forced to fulfill that heavy demand

Baskara ruffled her hair and covered her face with her palms. The memory in his head turned the events that happened a few years back.