I'm your Director

Adu Ngambek

Residents felt Maruta's discovery by the Kinasih family was a fortune. Does Maruta have a talisman for a sustenance attractor? The villagers still believe in the clenics. Though Maruta lost his memory, but his ability in managing business management, not lost.

So actually the economy of the Pak RT family changed rapidly, not because of the hockey that Maruta had. However, because of Maruta's expertise as a previous director that is not known to the villagers.

“Mas Maruta no birthday cake?” asked Erna who deliberately came there with Evi.

“There's Mbak. What size do you want? But if you want a special message at the earliest tomorrow afternoon,” replied Maruta kindly.

“Ya tomorrow afternoon. Transfer to my home yes.”

“His address is where Mbak?”

“Later I share loc deh,” said Erna with her sweetest smile, a distance Maruta interested.

“Good, Ma'am. Later just confirm to Kinasih number. Because I do not have HP,” said Maruta honestly.

“But, Mas who nganterin right? Not Kinasih?”

“Ya .. depends,” replied Maruta

“Ya has already. Tomorrow I say again yes,” said Erna, waved and left.

Shortly after Erna's departure, comes another girl she is Novi. Intentionally coming there is actually for PDKT, not buying cakes.

Lately there are often many women consumers who come there, even though they are the people of the village who certainly can message through his cellphone Kinasih. But they deliberately let Maruta see clearly and chat.

“If there are only three of these available, or this has a sample in the photo. Who do you want?”  said Maruta.

“I, this is it. But he'll be delivered for another week. And why I order now, afraid for the decoration does not exist. I understand Mas, afraid Kinasih has not had time to shop in the city. So I pesen much day, let Kinasih preparation.”

“Yes, Ma'am, hehe. Fine.” Maruta even awkward himself in women who are too aggressive.

Sat Novi was ordering a cake for Maruta, and Kinasih was seen coming home with someone.

“Eh, did you know? Who is he?” novi asked with her face towards Kinasih who had just come down from the bonnet of someone's motorbike.

“It? Yes of course Kinasih,” said Maruta.

“Not, I mean that guy.”

“Oh, most ojek builders.”

“Not ... Maybe Mas Maruta does not know yes? He was his ex Kinasih,” Novi whispered, closing in on his face.

Maruta observed the man wearing the black hat. In the village the helmet is not so important. Unless they're going far. If only from the market they will relax with the rules of driving potluck.

There was a bad taste in Estu's heart upon seeing the man. Seen handsome also seems like he is a teacher or sub-district employee for wearing black white clothes like an official worker.

“He was his name Parman, his candidate Kinasih,” said Novi heated up.

“Calon?” Maruta felt astonished because all this time Kinasih was like a person who had no special relationship with anyone.

“Iya Kinasih. Doesn't Maruta know? Don't you know Kinasih?”

Maruta.

“Be careful, do not be the third person between Kinasih and Parman. They've been in touch for a long time.”

Novi tried to influence Maruta.

“If I was single, Mas, hihi. I went to college for one more semester, graduation. Aja Mas want to quickly find a mate,” said Novi with an unclear laugh.

Novi wants to make a distance between Maruta and Kinasih. He also promoted himself to have Maruta interested.

But, beyond a doubt. Maruta instead focused on seeing the movements of the man who lined the groceries owned by Kinasih. Seeing Kinasih's hassles, the man sensitized immediately got off his motorbike.

Maruta was increasingly convinced that Parman was indeed a Kinasih candidate, because it looked so caring.

“Ya already, Ma'am, later Mbak contact again just to his number Kinasih. Tell me what time you want to transfer,” concluded Maruta.

“OK, Mom. If I like that thanks yes,” said Novi with a seductive smile.

Suddenly Novi thrusts his hand, Maruta is confused for what. However, Maruta again stuck out his hand because Novi like to shake hands.

Then Novi welcomed Maruta's hand, he shook his hands and placed the back of Maruta's hand on his forehead, like a child saluting to his parents or to a partner.

Maruta was surprised, but yes it was probably Malikan village culture, he thought.

As the store closed Maruta helped Kinasih get ready in the kitchen to prepare consumer order ingredients.

Kinasih wondered why Maruta became quiet, usually he likes to ask a lot of questions. Today how many people order, how many pcs are ordered or even ask how much was spent shopping. Because Maruta also counts financial expenses and income.

“Mas?” hello Kinasih.

“Ya?” maruta said briefly.

“Mas pain?”

“Nggak.”

Kinasih kept his notebook then his hand wanted to stick it on Maruta's forehead. However, not yet arrived, Maruta brushed it off.  Although not in a rough way.

Kinasih confused, the tumben usually Kinasih free to check the state of Maruta, because all this time Kinasih like a nurse for Maruta. He has the right to check his health.

“But ... Mas Maruta okay?” ask Kinasih, reassuring. It was as if Maruta had deliberately kept a distance from him or did not want to be noticed.

“Ya, I'm good. Here, I have separated the order record today, I want to take a shower first keep resting, can?” maruta said more precisely like asking for permission.

“Iya, please,” said Kinasih as if the conversation this afternoon was so formal. Even Kinasih just wanted to answer a nod couldn't. Because he saw Maruta looking down focused on his hand doing the activity. If Kinasih replied with a nod, Maruta would not notice his body's movement response.

And after the bath, sure enough, Maruta immediately rested in the room. Even at seven o'clock in the evening as usual Kinasih gave the medicine to Maruta. However, Maruta did not wake up, usually when Kinasih just opened the door of the room, Maruta will immediately sit if previously in a lying position.

Kinasih peeked at Maruta's sleeping face tilted against the wall, with his body covered to the neck.

“Mas, the medicine I put here yes. When you wake up, just drink. It's also bread if the mas is hungry, eaten,” said Kinasih, he doesn't care if Maruta heard it or not.

The next day as usual activities, early in the morning Kinasih had made a cake order so did Maruta. He was deft, his hands never stopped working on this and that. Again in silent mode. Most if you speak only ask the important things.

During the day the store opens, and some orders must be delivered first. Maruta asked only briefly.

“This is an order that I should take?” maruta asked Kinasih who was sitting facing his notebook and calculator.

“Iya, please check again yes adjust the note and the physical amount,” replied Kinasih.

Maruta did not reply, but Kinasih saw that Maruta nodded his head.

Communication with the limbs is not good, especially if we are not looking at the person, do not know whether the nodding or the head bobble.

When Maruta leaves, his father Kinasih leaves the house. He carries a map as usual the duty of an RT, charging dues for the needs of its citizens.

“Dad,” greet Kinasih, approach his father.

“Ya, what's up?” ask Mr. Karso.

“Dad knows Mas Maruta why?”

“Why what does it mean?” Mr. Karso was confused.

“Lately he has been quiet,” said Kinasih.

“No idea, I think it's normal to.”

“No, Dad, he says it now so short. Even seem to avoid. Did he realize, huh? That this is not the place or maybe he does not feel at home after realizing our place is too simple? Maybe also he's a rich kid not used to in a place like this.”

“Hus, don't talk, don't go anywhere. Maybe he doesn't want to talk much. Who knows if they remember something. People who remember that need to focus. Already, as usual just do not think much,” said Mr. Karso.

 

*#

The fourth day Maruta still put on a stiff face. Coincidentally today was Friday, kinasih wanted to take Maruta somewhere.

“Mas, holidays come with me!” bring Kinasih.

“Where?” ask Maruta, briefly.

“There is a tree, the place is cool, convenient anyway.”

“Only the two of us?” ask Maruta again

“I'm coming!” it was Deswita who had just arrived.

“What's wrong? Suddenly came saying follow. Where to go?” ledek Kinasih's.

“Don't do it dong. I heard what you guys were saying. Come on, I'm going with you anyway. I know where you're going. I also want to stress ngadem first,” said Deswita.

“Basic, son of a tailor keep going!” exclaim Kinasih as he grabbed Maruta's hand and pulled him to walk after him.

Maruta looked at his hand held by Kinasih, he couldn't resist because the grip was tight. He walked as if being pulled by Kinasih so just follow along, while Deswita followed behind him.

They went towards the forest. On the way there Novi, he approached Maruta and immediately grabbed the man's hand, then kissed him with a forehead like yesterday.

“Morning Mas Maruta. Where are you going?” ask Novi, in his style.

“I don't know, follow Kinasih aja,” replied Maruta.

“Then I follow ya,” pinta Novi, he took Maruta's hand to his right.

Kinasih who is on the left of Maruta does not like Novi who is so familiar to Maruta.

“What are you doing Nov? It can be an ordinary road. Deswita is also an ordinary way,” said Kinasih like a person who is jealous of his lover.

Maruta is sensitive to it, he glances at Kinasih, there is a love of seeing Kinasih jealous because of Novi, but there is also a sense of doubt, which Maruta may only be carried away by feeling alone.

“Let's go, I'll take care of Mas Maruta too. If why-napa emang you yourself can support the body of this stocky Mas Maruta,” Novi sneer, do not have Shame.

Kinasih did not want to argue on the street, he took it far enough from his home it was impossible just because Novi he did not go to the place he was going.

“Come! Anyway come there.” Kinasih just kept pulling Maruta's hand.

After entering the forest boundary a few meters, Kinasih like it had memorized the turn to the left and then there was a short, lush tree. Kinasih slightly removed the tree trunks, then could enter as if it were a door.

Green grass with yellow flowers, the view is very different from the grass before entering the tree fence.

“Wah, the place is beautiful,” said Maruta admiring the place. The air is cooler because there are no more trees in front of it, only the sky and clouds look somewhere at the end.

“Iya, this place is beautiful, Mas. Delicious also make a break or if you are upset here,” said Novi, nimbrung.

“You like to come here too, Nov?” ask Maruta.

“Sure dong, the people of Malikan Village know this place on average. Therefore always guarded because it is a comfortable place.”

Kinasih took Maruta way to some corner, there was a cave there. However, not a large cave. This cave is just like a large rock basin that juts slightly inward, perhaps only a few meters about 3 or 5 meters deep. It was not a cave that penetrated into any space.

“Well, from here we can see another village,” said Kinasih, he pulled Maruta's hand and kept going.

The closer the fur I sat Maruta as if goosebumps, for some reason. Not afraid of any subtle creatures or anything, but he observed his footsteps as if in front of no land anymore. He only looked at the distant clouds, slowly looking at the building but very far away there. As Maruta got closer to stopping his steps, he clasped his hand held by Kinasih.

“Why, Mas?” ask Kinasih to panic.

“In there it was dark, nothing was seen,” Maruta said as he muttered, as his gaze focused forward like a blank stare.

“It's not dark, Mas, it's still daylight. Let's see there, more beautiful scenery.” Kinasih will draw Maruta's hand again.

“No, I can't. It was so dark, it was cold, my feet were floating,” Maruta was down, now he was down.

“It's still daytime, Mas, it's neither dark nor cold. Warm sunlight.” Kinasih really did not understand what Maruta's refusal meant.

“I want to go home,” said Maruta. He held his head while groaning, his body trembled he collapsed to the ground, his knees made support.

“Mas Maruta?” Novi.

“You anyway, Nas. Why force Mas Maruta there, if he refuses yes already,” scolded Novi.

“I don't want a maksa, just who knows he likes the view. If you do not want yes already, how to know it will be like gini.” Kinasih defended himself.

“Udah do not debate, let's take home afraid of why-napa,” said Deswita.

 

**#

Kinasih, Deswita, Maruta, and Novi were already at Mr. Karso's house.

“You go home there, Mas Maruta also want to rest,” said Kinasih a little ketus, do not like Novi who is too attentive to Maruta.

“Not yet in the afternoon, why is Nas ngusir-ngusir?”

“Not ngusir, keep you here to why? Tumben-tumbenan, usually also never play here.”

“Ya I've come home, send Mas Maruta yes,” said Novi. His words were quite annoying to Kinasih.

Kinasih gave Maruta warm water, then he slightly massaged his head, let it be a little flexible not so tense.

“Mas, what does it feel?” Kinasih.

“I want to rest in the room,” said Maruta.

Kinasih could not force it, even his questions were ignored, but Kinasih still escorted Maruta to the room. He did not want to be afraid of anything happening when Maruta walked alone, could have fallen.

 

**#

 

Kinasih can not be like this continue, it feels like something is missing in his life, when Maruta seemed to avoid and tend to be stiff in speech lately.

The next day Maruta woke up early, as usual. However, there was no activity in the kitchen not even looking at Kinasih.

“Pak, Kinasih where ya?” ask Maruta.

“There, near most fish ponds.” said Mr. Kusno.

“One-morning?”

“Biasalah, he is. Perhaps to remember his late mother, he felt at home lingering in the pool.”

Maruta also said goodbye to Mr. Kusno to approach Kinasih.

Arriving at the poolside saung Maruta asked Kinasih why the holiday to make cakes today, when yesterday Friday was already off.

“Pengen aja,” says Kinasih ketus.

“If there is an order today how?”

“Biarin.”

“Barin cigarette? Poor dong consumers who have been waiting.”

“Nothing.”

Maruta was confused, with Kinasih's attitude that seemed to be lazing.

“Yes already, if you do not want to be disturbed.”

Maruta was leaving, but he heard Kinasih's breath. Maruta also turned to Kinasih who was sitting in a saung with his head leaning on the saung pole.  And his eyes were straight ahead looking at the fish that had not been seen, because the morning was still dark.

“You why the hell Nas? Miss your mother huh?” ask Maruta patiently.

But Kinasih was silent, he did not ponder the question.

“Is there a constraint in your efforts to get a fussy consumer or what loss?”

Again Kinasih just kept quiet and it made Maruta feel mixed up. There was a bit of resentment, guilt and pity as well.

Maruta who was sitting beside Kinasih now stood up and blocked Kinasih's gaze, who continued to stare into the pool.

“If you want to keep quiet, I'd better really go wherever it is, because maybe here you're tired of taking care of me and I can't mean you who are silent.”

“Taste, ‘kan?” suddenly Kinasih answered.

“What do you mean?” Maruta is confused.

Kinasih then explained yesterday when Maruta said only a little. Answering Kinasih's words was only short, he was also annoyed what was wrong? It was as if Maruta had avoided it for more than three days. Kinasih be patient, Maruta still as if Kinasih was someone else, even though for almost four months they continue to be familiar.

“Oh it .. I just don't feel good,” replied Maruta.

“That doesn't mean good why? I got it wrong? Did I say the wrong thing?”

“No, but on your fiancee.”

“Tactualty? Which fiancee?” Kinasih spontaneously surprised.

“Yang three days ago drove you by motor. She's a teacher, right? Or a health worker?” asked Maruta ventured to ask further.

“Oh, hahaha,” Kinasih instead laughed, “He was Mas Parman,” he continued.

“Yes, your fiancee right? That's why I have to keep my fear distance—”

Maruta did not continue his words, he was confused afraid that Kinasih would not want to discuss his fiancee.

“Fear why?” Kinasih Fishing.

“Yes, I am afraid that later Parman misunderstood,” said Maruta.

Though Maruta did not want to say that, he had wanted to say afraid 'I am comfortable, while you can not I have.’ However, the sentence only reached his throat.

“Oh, so all this time Mas Maruta was jealous?”  tanya Kinasih was still trying to provoke Maruta's reaction.

“Not, not that. Precisely afraid there is a misunderstanding.”

“Ya ordinary times, even if there is a misunderstanding should be from a long time. Now we are close to gini, Mas Parman usually does not ask much. And anyway she's not my fiancee.”

“Loh, says Novi?”

“Novi is trusted, so males ladenin. If there is anything first, so make a sprain ‘kan.”

Kinasih then explained about Parman, they were once engaged. However, by consciously canceling the fiancee, even the engagement ring has been returned to Parman.

At that time Parman will continue his education outside Java Island and it can not be ascertained when to go home. It is estimated that two or three years and Kinasih is not ready for a long distance relationship.

But if to get married first they are also not able to, fear both can not resist temptation or test problems, because long-distance relationships usually occur frequent disputes and mutual suspicion. So they each willingly canceled the engagement.

And sure enough, two years later Parman is studying in an area of people, he has a girlfriend. Even when he came back here, Parman asked his parents to wave himself to his girlfriend's family.

However, Kinasih and Parman's relationship is familiar, as indeed no one is hurt between them and no one should hate either.

Maruta understood after being explained by Kinasih like that.

“Then forgive me,” said Maruta softly and lowered his head like a child who was being scolded by his mother.

“Already Mas, let's go to the kitchen. Still had time to loh, cake mixes,” invite Kinasih with a smile that had been missing from his face. Because he is males facing Maruta who suddenly changes.

“Come! Who is afraid,” said Maruta suddenly holding the hand of Kinasih and pulled him into the kitchen with enthusiasm.

Kinasih who was walking behind Maruta, looked at his face intently. Maruta's face is like a noble descent, but may still be native to Indonesia, not blasteran or foreign descent.  Seen from his face like a Pakistani, not so light skinned, thick nose pointed halis, but his face is simple, still looks the aura of the face of the Indonesian people.

There was an unusual taste growing in Kinasih's heart. He likes to have his hand held like that by Maruta. It was just that on the other hand there was fear, whether the hand would continue to lead him or else one day it would wave their last meeting.

 

Seriate....